Fiction: Slingshot

Jason Raso is one of my oldest friends. He tolerated me during high school, and for some reason, has stayed in contact with me for close to twenty years. Aside from having terrible taste in friends, he's also one of the finest musicians I know.

For his quartet's last record, Slingshot, Jason contacted me and asked if I'd be interested in writing a short story for the liner notes. After listening to a few tracks, I came up with Slingshot: a story about insomnia, the soul of a musician and unrequited lust. I was happy to be a part of the project and left it at that.

For a few months.

Last October, during a show at the Guelph River Run Centre, The Jason Raso Quartet and Mr. Kevin Sutton performed Slingshot before a rather sizable audience. I had no idea it was going to happen, and when I saw the video for the first time, I have to admit I was a little gobsmacked. It's flattering to think that someone--especially a fella I respect as much as Jason--liked something I wrote well enough to include it in his own art. There's few higher compliments than that.

Anyway, before I go getting all weepy, here's the video, preserved on my site for prosperity's sake (that's code for 'so my mom can find it.)