Review by Charles Cassady, Jr.
Wow, am I reading a strange book right now. The author, a
West Coast freelance writer-author-insider in the "debauched and
depraved" LA entertainment realm, claimed to have gone through toxic
girlfriends, anger-management issues and a sojourn in Japan,
whilst still covering local musicians for assorted journals. And, as a
sideline, he took up lucid dreaming, setting down in longhand detail as many of
his dreams and nightmares as he could. Many of them are of bizarre and violent
aspect, often involving his own death or the murder of others at his
bloodstained stands.
[Interesting to note that when Cleveland's eminent SCENE
weekly downsized and let go of the movie-reviewing freelancers - myself
included - they still determined to retain their music stringers. You really
think that was a good idea, keeping the freelancers who dream of homicide all
the time? Just saying...]
