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. . . It was wearing a long black Columbine-type Goth trenchcoat and a slouch hat pulled down to partially cover its face . . . Its voice sounded as if it were passing over old and distant bones. The tone was flat and uninflected, but with a definite undercurrent of cruelty and hunger...
San Francisco. Rainy streets and back alleys. Jazz clubs and scam artists and black practitioners. This is the world of Dog Days, where nothing is quite as it seems. Mystery, and dogs who aren’t really dogs . . . and other things.
Some New Stuff
My agent will be submitting my new MG book soon. Will it find a home? Who knows? It sure was fun to write, though. A boy and his dog -- and an evil spirit. And a guest appearance.
Meanwhile, I've been writing a bunch of new songs. Here's a studio rough from our last recording session. Eventually, I'm hoping to get a few members of our lead singer's church choir to come in and dub the back-up vocals and get rid of the scratch vocals -- then we'll have something.
OhLord-101111.mp3