Below you will find the results of my having challenged myself for a number of days to write a short story with a beginning and middle and an end inside of 30 minutes. Here is what I came up with. I hope you like it.
Black Flag were a 7piece, horn-based jazz-rock combo from Lincoln, RI. They dug The Weather Report, Earth Wind & Fire, Steely Dan, Chicago, The Electric Flag and Blood Sweat & Tears.
They were originally called “That’s It!” Once their est-espousing drummer left, they changed their name to Black Flag in tribute to their new drummer’s livelihood: pest control. The cat had a van and everything.
Black Flag played a few parties around Rhode Island, but didn’t really gig at clubs. This became something of a sore point. After a few months, they booked an afternoon gig at The Manville Sportsman’s Rod & Gun Club. They’d invite a bunch of pals and rent out the bar. Two sets. They’d hang a disco ball from the ceiling.
Within a few days of booking the date, the bass player’s phone was ringing off the hook. Dozens of bands wanted to play with Black Flag at The Manville Sportsman’s Rod & Gun Club. The bands had weird names, like Flat Out Fucked, Lucky Punch, The Prosecutors, Gag Rule, Prior Restraint, Pissed Off, VD and Broken Spine. The bass player decided that his own brother’s band, Kid Charlemagne, would open the show.
When the day of the show finally arrived, 1200 people showed up to see Black Flag. Odd people. They overturned the picnic tables and fought with each other constantly. They violently booed Kid Charlemagne and beat up the warm up comedian.
Within a minute of Black Flag starting their set with a raucous version of “Takin’ It To The Streets,” the assembled crowd tore the disco ball from the ceiling and lobbed it the length of the room.
Black Flag managed one other song, “Lucretia MacEvil,” before the police had to be called.
That night, in the emergency room, the band’s roadie gathered the members together.
“Turns out there’s another band called Black Flag.”