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enter the dragon

Sorry. First the DNS was broken, like democracy, and then I was lazy. All I've been doing lately is writing at Stumptown, which is officially my new office. I did make it to a police auction the other day. Apparently the cops busted some drug dealer who was an amateur musician and bought a bunch of equipment before his hubris inevitably toppled him. I got a ten-dollar theremin (scroll down) out of the deal; also a Vox wah pedal with the Union Jack painted all over it. When you put the theremin through the wah pedal it meows. The really fancy multitrack recorders and effects processors and soundboards ended up not being sold, once the county got wise to the fact that they could send them to a music store on consignment and make a lot more than by auctioning them to a bunch of locals who were mostly there for the gardening equipment. It's probably for the best that no one tempted me to buy a $2000 digital studio, even at a fraction of the cost. I know, I could resell it on eBay. But I might still feel dirty.

 

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