Yes , , , when and if I can get ever get to podcasting (before they shut it down) I can then perhaps fill in all kinds of interesting details. Especially related to the Spiritual angle of things that was going on at the same time that I was bumping up against the world and its/his attempted seduction. . . .
Meanwhile, I'll continue here with a few of the (many) notable points and memories. . . .
So, during the time of dealing a bit with Browning, I was also making waves in one of the oldest in the country (biggest around town) AM talk radio stations. There, I met Martin and wife Natasha (top prime time hosts at the time) and they were fascinated by my talk radio satirical bits I self-produced and brought into the station, which they played and I became a regular guest/feature of the whole station (guest appearing on various other main host's shows as well (as "T-Ray: Regional Director Of the New World Order"). This was was 1990-93, although I had already submitted produced previous satirical bits which aired regularly in mid-late 80s).
I saw the future of "talk radio" . . . which, eventually turned into "creator content" podcasting.... BUT I DIGRESS...
Anyway... Natasha, Martin's exotic wife, once they heard the original music I was self-producing, said she knew Ahmet Ertegun, founder of Atlantic Records, and they wanted to introduce me.
As a young wanna-be artist pursuing a record deal, I thought, "great!"
I took them with me for one of my meetings with Browning.
Nothing came of that meeting (as far as Martin and Natasha were concerned) but I carried on with Browning's interest.
I continued to be a regular and star guest/producer of satirical comedic/political bits for Martin's show for a a few years thereon, among other shows.
I was basically JP Spears/Mark Dice/Glenn Beck/Alex Jones/Rush Limbaugh/Crowder/Phil Hendrie etc., (regarding doing heavy political comedic satire) before they were really on the scene. BUT I was in little ol' Mormon town Salt Lake City... and so, other than being a local underground celeb... never broke out to the big time as far as talk radio is concerned, though I could have, but was more interested in doing my music.
Well..... and finally Senator Bob Bennet's campaign advertisers during--I think around '92--finally called the station owners and threatened to pull their advertising, because my mocking, satirical political slams of HIS hypocritical ads . . . were running back-to-back--thanks, lol, to another brilliant iconoclastic libertarian talk show host at the time there, Bob Lesh, who realized and supported my subversive intents (subversive in a GOOD way--against the cabal/ corrupt system)
ANYWAY, I digress again, lol! See? I just need to be a guest on or have my own podcast so I can go into detail and don't have sit here typing words that get onerous for some to have to read....
But... I'll continue. This is what I've got for now. . . .
Back to the music industry part.
I scored a documentary for a wealthy fellow around the time of the initial Browning era (while I was also scoring, doing all the foley, sound effects, songs, engineering for one of THE FIRST ALL DIGITIAL MOVIE SOUNDTRACKS made (Lucas Films was doing similar at the same time, but we were near close to beating them!).... It hadn't been done yet--an all digital soundtrack and editing. . . . I was the one who did it (the soundtrack part) every night... I had the keys to the studio and for weeks and weeks wrote and engineered the whole soundtrack part.... (Well and there is a whole other tale...how the studio I was working with/for and what happened to them--the brilliant, but "green" Mormon boys with some good investment money alongside Redman Movies and Stories (still in business btw), who let the whole thing collapse when the Hollywood cats came in with their seductresses and blow... BUT I DIGRESS YET AGAIN!!!! SORRY.....)
So, yeah, one of my other soundtrack clients at the time hired me to write, produce, record the songs for a vanity project of his, retelling his "recovery" story about coming out of alcoholism/debauchery . . . and finally "getting straight".
Which I did.
When he gave me the check, he made a side chuckle comment . . . "yeah, don't worry about the surname... lol.... it's just some family stuff from back in New York."
Confused (and naïve) I said "What? What do you mean?"
He chuckled, looked away, realized I didn't catch his slightly embarrassed smirk . . . "Lucchese."
I was about 23 years. There was no internet, obviously at the time, and I didn't get the inference... But he was basically saying he came from the Luccehese mafia crime family of New York... but that he had changed his ways . . . hence, making his personal documentary redemption video which I had just scored.....
[He was actually a sweet guy with a nice wife, living peacefully in SLC, trying to work honest, wanting to be a sort of video/tv producer]
AND, he saved my butt in Rock Springs, Colorado, when our car broke down, towing a U-Haul on the way to Florida, with my young wife and two little boys. . . . More on THAT adventure later....
Ahhh... but back to the (unsuccessful) predators all along the way. . . .
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>>>>> Which I'll get to next... (for now, as the night wears on, I've gotta take care of Dude, one of our beloved dogs who had a pretty serious surgery... just got all the stitches out from several "mass" removals from a few weeks ago.... It's been a bloody mess... and a lot of time, keeping an eye on him so he doesn't get to the wounds.... not much sleep... lots of cleaning, washing things... constant attention... And we have Bruce, his "brother" dog vicariously suffering through all of it.... It's been an ordeal... And... meanwhile gotta keep day-laboring, painting peoples houses... bills, food, two boys/men still in the home with special needs, wife working fingers to the splits and bone keeping up the household...
OY VEY THE INFLATION! Yet, I never am not aware of all that others are going through, so I'm not one to complain or whine--just commiserate.
It is crushing, for instance, feeling . . . the most recent horrific ASSAULT/NEGLECT in NC . . . similar to Lahaina, Acapulco, Paradise CA, and others that haven't had even that slight attention.... I see and know what's going on, and empathize, pray for, feel for--heartbroken for ALL THOSE being attacked . . . by the wicked one(s)....!)
WE also have a close one who just got word of stage 4 C . . . . 35 yr old mom, with 2 young ones... (I believe it is turbo C exacerbated by the j*b (but that's just my own suspicions--may be wrong.)
I am well aware of the ubiquitous pain and suffering and struggle and hope by telling some old tales of mine, I do not in any way want to marginalize what else everyone is also experiencing, struggling with.
Time may be short to share, so I'm sharing. We'll see.
"They", little doubt, will pull out all kinds of novel, evil, maleficent acts to continue their subversion, corruption, perversion, wickedness, and censoriousness . . . going forward. They actually "get off" on it! . . . . I know! It is hard to comprehend that there are those who actually ENJOY and RELISH evil, cruelty, oppression etc. (WHICH, is why they have gotten away with it for so long and continue to do so).
The hoi poloi, "the masses" in general, just don't have the imagination or spiritual insight to realize what is going on and how diabolical and serious it (Spiritually) is. . . .
I thank God there is A Judge . . . at the end of the day. . . .
I fear Him in a Holy way! I love and worship Him as able, as Given to do so, which is the ultimate gift!
God willing . . . I'll carry on with some tales of "basement predators" meanwhile, fwiw. (Well, and I'm just using the term "basement" . . . as a metaphor, obviously. The line can be crossed on a yacht, in the attic, in the front room, in the mind , not literally just a basement--although it happens there too.
Prince said "we're not gonna let 'the elevator' bring us down" ... and by that he meant... even though he had "gone to the basement" . . . crossed the line, he regretted it and fought back against his relinquishing to the wicked one, for fame, fortune, temporary power . . .
BUT.... he finally died in an elevator.
It's real. THEY are ruthless. You can sing about it all the way to your grave and garner a few shekels and fame and some posters and t-shirts at the end. . . .
It is better to NEVER cross that line, take the ticket, go to the basement--SELL YOUR SOUL for "fame and fortune".
Better to live in ignominy, or as a martyr known or unknown.
God blesses and loves you. He is fathomless and mysterious and yet close and personal ALL THE WAY.