Drivin’ with Mr D by Richard Wall

Mr D, he tells me where we gotta go. Most folks get it. They kinda nod and get in without any fuss. Those who don’t, they try to argue. Or beg. But it don’t make no difference. The end is always the same. Sitting next to Mr D, in the back seat of a 1954…

Fiction: Hank Williams’ Cadillac by Richard Wall

It didn’t happen. You haven’t seen me. It was my buddy, Stu, who came up with the idea. My name’s Vince, and when this story began, Stu and me, we were 19 year-old high-school drop-outs and occasionally reformed stoners sharing a broke-down, drunk-leaning, leaky old double-wide on a third-world trailer-park in a small town in…

PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A CONSUMER: RICHARD WALL

Music Charley Patton Rolling Stones up to and including ‘Some Girls’ Blind Willie Johnson Drive By Truckers Joni Mitchell Patty Smith Talking Heads Blind Willie McTell Half Deaf Clatch Half Man Half Biscuit Hank Williams Howling Wolf Furry Lewis Elmore James Son House Mississippi Fred McDowell Television The Young Ones Vic and Bob’s Big Night…

Fiction: Two Turtle Doves By Richard Wall

My first guitar saved my life. And I wish now that I’d never set eyes on it. It was 1973. I was on my way to step out in front of an express train. I knew a place where it would pass at full speed and I could walk onto the track at the very…