Dreaming In Stereo
By Brett Riley
Only one member could read music. We learned few chords. This level of failure, while not necessarily unprecedented, would be difficult to surpass. In those heady teen years, too young to vote or buy beer, each of us carried the weight of enormous ambition—fame, money, sex, altered consciousness, legendary art— until our skinny legs collapsed, and the bands drifted apart.
My first band, a gaggle of neighborhood kids, never cobbled together a full set of instruments. We loved 80s hair bands and their precursors: Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, Judas Priest, Deep Purple, Bad Company, Nazareth, Kiss. So my friend Vinnie bought a used electric guitar. Mine—a no-name…
About the Author
Brett Riley is the author of The Subtle Dance of Impulse and Light (Ink brush Press) and Comanche (Imbrifex books, August 2020). His short fiction has appeared in journals such as The Baltimore Review, Solstice, f(r) iction, Folio, The Evansville Review, and many others. His nonfiction has been published in Role Reboot, Wild Violet, Green Hills Literary Lantern, Literary Orphans, Rougarou, and Foliate Oak Magazine. Follow him on Twitter and Instagram: @brettwrites.
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