The Night Visitor
Novel by Nathan Larson
At 3:02AM, Denise Rooney, who had run the Dunkin Donuts outside Waynseboro long before the gosh-darn Exxon was even a concept, observed a man walking quickly across the empty parking lot, ducking behind a pair of gas pumps, and moving headlong into the tall grass that surrounded the property. She knew the time on account of the clock situated above the front door, reading 3:02.
The Night Visitor
Novel by Nathan Larson
First time she felt him, outside school it was like somebody tapped her on the shoulder, she swiveled, saying “what, geez” like fake exasperated, expecting Annie or Rhonda, but there was no one, no one, and then her eyes were drawn towards the fence and there he was, just sort of swaying, and a wave of something or other came off him even at a hundred yards, the Girl almost lost her balance, then nearly gagged cos her mouth filled up with saliva so quickly she thought she was vomiting
Anna performing on German TV tomorrow Saturday 17th November
Don´t miss Anna´s performance with Calexico and Get Well Soon live in Berlin on German TV tomorrow Saturday night 9pm zdf kultur.
Fantastiska Moa Lignell kommer att följa med som support på mina spelningar i November. Missa inte hennes debut album Different Path som kom ut nu i höst
The Night Visitor
novel by N. Larson
There’s gotta be a reasonable explanation for this whole thing, but even as the thought occurs Dave knows in his gut that no, something weird is happening. It’s like the way you feel before a thunderstorm, you can smell it, you know it. Then he remembers the crowbar. Behind the office door. The freezer in the back was acting up, kept getting too cold, and the boss brought the thing in case they couldn’t get it open.
Read the first chapter of The Night Visitor written by Nathan Larson.
Nathan Larson is a filmcomposer, producer, writer, rocker and very good friend of mine. He just published his second novel The Nervous System, the second part in a series of three.
Inspired by my music and polaroids he has written a short story that will leave you sleepless on dark November nights. It will be published chapter by chapter on my website through out the fall.
Just who he is, this is hazy. He resonates unhealthy and insane. He is unshaven, and there is a spot of blood near the breast pocket of his corduroy jeans jacket one would have to look closely to see. That he is drawn in by her frequency, and that his intentions are blacker than the night outside her window, these things are clear. Oh she is not a fool and has always been aware that just as the puppies and other children and lovely birds are drawn to her, so too are the shadows, so too is that which crawls on its belly. Occupants of benighted corners. The less appealing entities.
Breath against fabric, cheap, partially synthetic. Not sleeping. Or rather: feigning death.
Her logic is like this – if he thinks I’m dead, he might not see the point in killing me.
Hosted one of my favorite bands when they played at Webster Hall this weekend. Here’s me and Joey singing “Waiting For The Miracle” by Leonard Cohen
Waiting For The Miracle
Live show with mr Dave Ferguson & special guests at Kimbros Picking Parlor.
We’ll be playing beautiful country tunes, Ternheim tunes, have special guests host us on stage.
Where: Kimbros Café, 20th of October between 7-8.30 pm
Kimbros Café
A Warm Welcome!
Thanks you all who made it out to the Berlin show this Monday!
A special night, playing in an old powerplant with Calexico and Get well soon, performing “Waiting For The Miracle” with Joey and Konstantin. Here are some more pictures
September doesn´t get more beautiful than this in New York. I´m back in the writing cave, keeping the windows open.
