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CURRENT FAVORITES
Richard Price
The Ethiopians
"Too Many Birds" — Bill Callahan
Gin
Krallice
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 There's little to say that hasn't been said
already. There was a beginning, during which acquaintances were made, lessons were learned, songs were written, many things went wrong,
a few things went right, rivalries were formed and grudges were borne. This time is hazy and more than likely not at all worth recollecting, though the
guilty parties know what they did oh yes they do.
Then there was the middle, during which band membership increased, shows were played, skills were honed, better songs were written,
rivalries were further inflamed and a coup was plotted. It was a time of laughter and copious gin. The good kind, only ever the good
kind.
 The end came, as it so often does, unexpectedly, like a hand grenade
flung into a henhouse, only without the chicken bits everywhere. The coup was executed and Sven was booted, bringing on a period of solitude
and reflection. As usual, this period did not last long. Sven was soon replaced by the younger, deeper-voiced Bjørn.
Things began as they so often do, with acquaintances being made, lessons being learned, etc.
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