When I was a child I lived in Los Angeles, CA. We lived near the Hollywood Strip and my mother worked at an expensive Italian car dealership in Santa Monica. The Alfa Romeo dealership was on the corner of Wilshire and....but that's where my memory fails me. I only remember there was a bar there at the very corner, and a Spanish restaurant named Tampico Tillie across the street. Where this place is located is unimportant, I just wanted to know where I was.
Often times I would be stuck entertaining my self with crayons and paper in the front "waiting area" of my mom's office. This area is where the customers would wait to cash out, most of the time they'd begin talking to me, and I made a lot of "new" friends; that are all now making millions of dollars making movies or putting out albums.
One day; however, I overheard a young man who I had no idea would be the musical legend he is today, and a stuffy older man who was his agent. (I've decided to leave names out of this because, number 1, I don't want to be a name dropper. This is about Writer Jackson, not these people; and, number 2, I don't want these people's names affiliated with this myth. For some reason this myth bothers a lot of people, and it is assumed that many people might have been killed because of this myth being leaked out.) The two men were talking, and the agent in a louder than their previous whisper voice said,"But he's no Writer Jackson."
No name immediately caught my attention and ear. What a unique and awesome name. The agent grasped his mouth in a look of shock, as if he wasn't suppose to say that. The younger man laughed and almost fell on the floor. After a good laughing, he straightened and said in a very nice English accent,"You're not suppose to say that. Remember? That was a special piece of info. The agent cleared his throat and agreed. Then he looked at me. They quickly waived me away with not so much as a thought.
My 8 year old gears begin grinding. I asked everyone I knew who was interested in music, if they had heard of Writer Jackson. With a name like Writer Jackson, most people would remember something like that. For years I ran into a lot of laughing in my face, and a lot of disappointed head shakes. Btu I knew, there was some sort of truth to this whole thing.
See Writer Jackson-The legend II
Thursday, May 14, 2009
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