Letter to a London Literary agent (never sent)-Albert

 

January 17, 1998

 

Dear London Literary Agent,

 

I have written a musical play tribute to Princess Diana. Initial reaction to the script has been very positive. I am seeking a British agent as I wish for London to be the place of my musical’s first showing. A pair of British theatre professionals in the U.S. are interested in the project, but I am hesitant to hand it to them as they seek Power of Attorney over it, I suppose, to have a greater hand in it creatively. I am not yet ready to give this power away.

I have no better way to explain to you the premise but by showing the script to you. If you are interested in the script at all please contact me soon. I have enclosed an SASE in case you are not interested. The story is fantasy based upon the events of Diana’s final day at the Ritz Hotel in Paris. I do not know what the feeling in Great Britain is towards such a project, but I can assure you, the play was written in a spirit of love and respect. The first draft was written in less than two weeks time, a mere two weeks after Diana’s death while I, like the world, was still in mourning.

Thank you.

Sincerely,

Albert Jones

 

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hey hey whoa whoa

 

hey hey whoa whoa after petals on albert jamz goes into let it be. The end of Petals. I sing I hope you didn’t hate my play today. Jed backs me up. This song actually turns into “don’t fight” drop curtain. Jed peaks his head out of the curtain while the applause is still going on. He steps out. He has a tshir tthrown over him that says Operation Smile. He goes up and taps on a microphone. Hello, well, then whatever he’s going to say and then they’ll all go into a jam of chuck berry’s johnny b goode. The armed guitar brigade.

 

 

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Poetry of fargo kantrowitz

ocean sounds
singing

as cold as the darkness at the bottom of the sea the day is bright and as unforgiving as the lost gaze of the sunken man. Dreams stripped away burst forth in air bubbles last wishes disperse popping upon seas never noticed, ever again.

Singing..i think i’m dead(sad)….

No jed don’t go there.
Moxy I gotta moxy I gottta do the song..
Alright. Diana this is jed’s song. He did it while we were running away to californnia. We’d been running a long time.
“Oh fargo please.
Fargo?, oh….sings…let me see if I can find the chords. It’s a real easy song.
“Oh I don’t care , fargo, just play it.:
Alright, mam, here it goes…
Sings “I think I am Jed..leads into hey hey whoa whoa (i’m free) pretty version.

…I never really told you what I was thinking about, albert, the day (interspersed with muddy cursing in background)…

Operatic singing…
“I love you, I do.”

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