In my ongoing effort to become the next Walter Winchell, elipses and all, AND to avoid the strain of writing, herewith recycled are some selections from recent emails to friends (other than you):
Yesterday, I offered someone what I thought was a rather tidy advance to release an old LP, the master for which is probably sitting around rotting away in some underground salt mine storage locker in Utah. He answered back, "That wouldn't even buy me lunch." Almost immediately a cartouche went off above my head that read: "I guess I really am finally in show business"....... (continued here)
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