small town trap
While on the road, I often find myself in small towns that resemble home. I could be in Germany, but I’ve somehow wound up in their version of omagh. In fact, sometimes it’s even more like omagh than omagh is. These traps are all over the world. You could be anywhere. Then you walk into […]
the world according to Owen Colgan.. part 2
And here we are, for the second week running. Owen Colgan has taken over Boneyard HQ and locked himself inside. It’s midnight. He taps away at the typewriter, a single bead of sweat dripping from his brow. His bloodshot eyes, twitching. His mouth, frothing. He pounds excitedly at the keys and laughs wildly under the […]
The World According To Owen Colgan: Part I
Please welcome this weeks guest columnist and the newest crew member of The Boneyard. You may know him as “Buzz” from the classic tv comedy series, Hardy Bucks. Or you may know him as an online motivational fitness guru and meditation expert. Perhaps you’ve witnessed his viral videos and laughed so hard you just had […]
A day at the yard
The sky was red for a long time. Then it was black. I couldn’t tell how long I’d been standing there looking up. Or if it was morning or night. I began to walk but I didn’t know which direction I was headed. I had no idea where, or who I was. I kept walking, […]
A Long Long Road
It’s a long way to wherever it is I’m going. Time to hit the road. After it’s too early. Before it’s too late. The destination is anywhere but where I am right now. And tomorrow it will be somewhere else. Somewhere a little further down the road.. I don’t stay anywhere too long. Comfort is […]
Lou
the gig was in Greenwich Village, New York, and we arrived early for > soundcheck. There was a great house band there to back all the acts > on the bill that night, and when we entered the building we heard > them already rehearsing. We looked out onto the stage area to see > […]
A Kind of Interview with Howe Gelb
Dear Interviewer. There’s no way I can answer the questions you put forward. And I mean no disrespect. It’s too late in the day and I’m too long in the tooth to attempt to clarify my existence of song or sell myself to those unaware. I can only tell you that I believe Ireland invented […]
Sunday morning
Some asshole opened the curtains, foolishly letting the sunlight in to > slice the dark atmosphere. This caused a ripple of moans that spread > across the dank room until the culprit realised his mistake and > quickly closed the curtains tight. That brief beam of sunshine was > the unwelcome guest, bursting into the […]
Awkward but social