Dav!d Reed

Spoiler Alert: I originally set out to simply write a review of a restaurant that friends had been encouraging me to try for a couple of years. However, I found that as I wrote, my restaurant review had morphed into…

“I got you a treat,” my good wife said to me as she continued to empty a bag of groceries onto the counter.

“Thank you, Peach,” I replied. “What's the occasion?”

“You've just endured surgery and will need a few…

Postcard from the Islands

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While in the midst of this winter's performance dry spell I found myself suffering from an acute withdrawal from creative flow. I felt somewhat lost, tired, discouraged - like I was running on fumes and…

                    2004: Recruited 

I've been trying to call Bulgaria. I have it from semi-reliable sources that Bulgaria wants me to play for their international jazz festival. This in itself is amazing as I do not play Bulgarian jazz, or any jazz…

Max Creek, circa 1972 at The Rockinghorse Pub in Hartford, CT                                                                  Bob, David, Mark & John

It was just before Christmas. A fresh, clean snow blanketed the world outside my window, a fire crackled in the wood stove and the…

You just can’t make this stuff up. Really. You just can't. 

It was a dark, bitter cold night actively being strangled by the frozen fingers of February. Gusts of wind rattled the windows, threatening intrusion…

             2006: The Advent of the Analog Man in a Digital World 

After casually observing my futile attempt to decipher the mysteries of the television remote control, pushing button after button in unsuccessful attempts to change channels and adjust the sound…

The tarnished brass ashtray clattered down, spilling three day’s worth of its rank contents onto the worn out wooden boarding-house floor. Tanner Simmons, startled by the ashtray’s intruding descent, sat up suddenly from the disheveled nest he’d created upon the…

Somebody bashed into my car in a parking lot. They left a sizeable wound on my poor…

The late afternoon Caribbean sun hung warm and low in the azure sky as I was driving from sleepy Coral Bay over the Centerline Road. I was on my way down into town to pick up my sister at the…