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I did a lot of writing for my film teacher who also gave other media classes.
I wrote lots of ideas for radio shows as submitted papers. He loved them. I was naive. Radio theater was dead and no one was ever going to revive it. I had at some point written a radio script, although I can't recall exactly when. It was a detective story. I got Gerry to act the part of the detective called Matt Turnbull if I remember rightly, in the style of Philip Marlowe. We did it in down-town San Francisco and on the buses and cable cars, Gerry reading the script with lots of background sound ambiance. By accident we did some recording in the doorway of a building that was probably prostitution connected. We got shooed away. Have to give Gerry credit for embarrassing himself in public like that.
I knew a Yale music graduate who was the boyfriend of a friend's sister. I asked him to do a music score. So I gave him the Matt Turnbull recording so he could match music to it. I wanted some really creative style of music in the manner of the 'Club Foot Band', founded by Richard Marriott who I would later come to meet through my friend Sophia. The Yale guy broke up with the sister in that period and disappeared, so we never got the finished product and the tape was lost.
Of course I had to commute to San Francisco to see Sonoma and Phy. Sometimes I took the bus and sometimes my motorcycle. I learned how to draft cylinder shaped oil tanker trucks so that they would pull me along effortlessly on Highway 101.
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