Good Bait from the Coltrane Station

I recently acquired a lot of new music, on vinyl and CD. My mother moved out of the house we’d lived
in since 1958, and gave me a lifetime’s collection. The vinyl included some iconic recordings from my
childhood. There are albums from Jonathan Winters, Frank Sinatra, and the Baja Marimba Band, not to
mention Beethoven and Bach.

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You Write Where You Are

You Write WHERE?

David Mamet’s collection of essays entitled WRITING IN RESTAURANTS inspired me to write just about everywhere. Like the pervert-preacher in MIDNIGHT COWBOY, I’ve written on rooftops, I’ve written in bus stations, I’ve written in brothels.

In the interest of full disclosure: Mamet argues that radio is a great training ground for writers, so, perhaps he is not to be trusted.

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