Henry Rule

@fire I Could Give You All That You Don’t Want – The Twilight Sad –

67 Church Street. Inverness, Scotland. The Hootananny.

These big blue eyes with a heavy fringe of lashes steal all of your attention, even when you’re trying to read her lips over the live music.

Here I’d been wandering aimlessly, as always, and ducked into the first hole in…[Read more]

@fire I don’t have to travel too far into the depths of my weary soul to find empathy for the blues, tonight. It roils just under my placid surface tension like a million pairs of hands threatening to grab me by the lapels and drag me into the darkness. The long notes sing to that kind of human desperation; where the whole world is outside of me…[Read more]

@fire All the eyes peering up from the subtle darkness beyond the stage lights do not garner his attention quite like stare. It bites him, much like the bittersweet nip and tug on the scar tissue of old wounds far below the superficial skin. He swallows the hours-old taint of bourbon between his teeth, suddenly tasting chocolate where once there…[Read more]

@boomboom The Cabaret was quiet. The air of stillness and silence was making his bourbon scented fingers restless for the four brass keys that manage to tell every last one his stories for him just as if he never was born. As if he never existed; until the pang of discontent found him at the age of nine in the used instrument section inside…[Read more]