Dr. No
"I know it's a bright colour," the owner said. "It's chartreuse." "Actually, it's arctic lime, maybe peridot." "Okay," he said. His name was Kenneth Peterman and he wore kelly-green trousers and the aforementioned too-tight powder-blue golf shirt with an upturned...
A Confederacy of Dunces
Along the block some people were out on their porches looking at him and the motorcycle. The shutters across the street that slowly flipped up and down to get the proper focus indicated that he also had a considerable unseen audience, for a police motorcycle in the...
The Best of Tipper
Is there a best of Tipper? Good question. Yes, there is now. This mix pulls from Dave Tipper's whole back catalogue up until 2023 to give a great 'best of' or "Intro to Tipper". Including from releases like Forward Escape, Marble Hunting, Broken Soul Jamboree,...
Night Boat To Tangier
You know what I get to wondering, Maurice? Tell me, Charlie. About death, Moss. Here we go. Is it as raw a deal as they make it out to be? Come again? Is it not in some way an ease when she comes calling? The Black Angel? . . . Hush now . . . Listen? . . . The gentle...
Timbuktu
He spent the night in a vacant lot, cowering under a profusion of weedy growths and pinprick stars, barely able to keep his eyes shut for more than five unbroken minutes. Bad as the day had been, the night was even worse, for this was the first night he had ever spent...