Isolated Drums By F.M. Scott New Year’s Eve: In the basement of my house at the end of a narrow cul-de-sac, in one of those old, quiet Sunset Terrace neighborhoods, I bleed out. I’m sitting at an old wooden table that came with the house. My wrists stretch over a ceramic bowl into which I have already poured a tincture of autumn mandrake and pure grain alcohol. The razor blade lies next to the bowl. I’m staring down the life that now drains from me. I’ve had some great times, so it’s not for contempt of life itself that I do this. What burns inside me instead is the struggle against a great silence—a lasting silence born of the brutality of chance and time, severing me from what I had once been. Dal Agostino’s the name. Yeah, the drummer. One of those guys who got tagged as an architect of the Tulsa sound. A workhorse with a true respect for the art. I’ve recorded and toured with the greatest, from Leon Russell to Ry Cooder to John Le...
The Rock N' Roll Horror Zine is a DIY print lit zine that tells rock and roll themed horror, bizarro and weird fiction stories as well as featuring comics and artwork. Created and edited by Ben Fitts.