Sudetenland Tales by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Sudetenland Tales

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The band, The Fabulous Cosh Brothers, had stormed the charts with their debut single, “The Ni-hi-hi-hi-higgers Steal Tonight.” They never expected the world to embrace their mix of 1950s nostalgia and raw rock ‘n’ roll energy, but now, they were the talk of the town. They were besieged with requests for interviews, television appearances, sold out gigs overnight. They’d gone from playing the dingy clubs they felt at home in to being asked to headline major venues, with crap they hated like Bruce Springsteen and Taylor Swift opening for them; an out and out artistic abandonment, best used as a joke.

And now, away from all that for the first time in a long month, they were gathered at home in the garage where it had all started, staring at the blank page, trying to craft their next single.

Except this time the band had company; liked and at the same time intruded upon. The scrappy, garage born group had viewed themselves as grinding out an original goof song in obscurity; was suddenly until, one day, they struck gold with it being seen as a breakout hit. Just as suddenly, their garage, once an empty escape-playpen space filled with discarded amps and pizza boxes, became the unexpected epicenter of excitement. That’s when they started showing up: the Cosh girls, the Judies, drawn to the