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My voice – an update.

I get tired of my voice. I read the stuff I wrote and it all has a familiar hum to it. I get tired of that hum and nowadays it rather exhausts me. So I’m taking a little break.

Having said that, a new job in Greensboro doing the thing I like to do the most, which is to think hard and long in the presence of adults.

My pulsatile tinnitus is gone, just like the ENT said it would. I wish I could reassure others like I tried to do with another “cause” in which I was immersed, but maybe people who go to WebMD for succor are immune to my gentle caresses in any event. So let’s just put that as a key word and hope Google finds it. If you have pulsatile tinnitus, I KNOW you’re scared or maybe panicking. Don’t. It goes away.

I played a gig last weekend in Raleigh and sold two CDs to two very nice couples. One of the wives cried when I was singling Don Henley’s “I’m Taking You Home”. It was so much nicer of an evening than I was expecting. It always is. It always CAN be! I bought a Fishman thingie for it and it kicked ass! It’s a keeper!

At 4:52, the diminutive blonde on the right is Puppa Herbert. I love her. She died in 1980 of a drug overdose, but she seems so damned… German. I know we would have been the best of friends.

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Working on writing.

Saturday I’m going to read a part in a play for some thing they do at the Carrboro Art Center. It’s in the evening. That’s all I know. Before that, in the afternoon I meet a photographer to see if my inspirations inspire her to beat up my inspirations. All this has me working on my old script for that crime drama I was working on, “Tic Tic Bang”. Two cops, one, an old veteran of the street, rugged, gristled, respected by the very crooks he’s trying to stop. Named McNeil. Two divorces and a running feud with the chief of detectives. McNeil will bend the law to suit his needs on a given case, but he’s always fair, and always kind, unless you break the law. Then he comes down on you and all your cronies like a hammer.

He’s involuntarily paired with a rookie on the force that goes by the name of Jack Stone. No one calls him that. They all call him “the Rookie”. Hard-headed, impertinent and impossible to tame, he’s a hit with the ladies due to his rogue attitude. McNeil lost his long-time partner in a drug bust gone wrong, so he resents this new upstart. However, he sees Jack Stone’s talent and brings him along week by week. Sometimes a tender moment between the two interrupts the fire from the street, but that’s only because they both have violent tics from untreated Tourette’s Syndrome. Their exhausting series of yips, grimaces, shouts and their endless stream of inappropriate swearing and baby voices combined with their twisting, writhing bodies crumpled in contorted masses on the plaza floor make solving crimes that much harder. The chief (named Blaubau) thinks that McNeil is swearing at him personally, and no one has had the heart to tell him otherwise.


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