Sound Check

cover for my EP

I was nervous. The clock on the wall tapped out sixty beats per minute. Sixty BPM seemed a racing speed on the metronome anytime I practice my saxophone; now it ticked like a swinging Sword of Damocles over my head.

It’s audition night for a new band in a new town. In my previous band I had been the front man, the vocalist…well, speaker might be a better term as I didn’t sing. WE set poetry to music, and I was the poet. The players in the…