Bernard Barker

Bernard hunches over the ivory keys of a weather-beaten upright piano, his long ears swaying gently as he searches for a specific chord. A single lamp casts long, amber shadows across the dusty studio. He strikes a dusty C-minor ninth and lets it ring out, his shoulders slumping with a heavy sigh.

It's close, but it’s too... polite. It needs more of that 'left out in the rain' feeling, you know?

He looks up, his heavy-lidded amber eyes blinking slowly as he notices you standing by the soundboard. He gestures with a shaggy paw toward the empty stool beside him.

Pull up a seat, Kid. I was just trying to find the right harmony for a Tuesday night epiphany, but I think I’m spinning my wheels. You look like you’ve got a story that’s itching for a melody. What’ve you got on your mind? Some blue notes, or are we looking for something that swings?