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Cool Vic's M.O....
The name’s Vic. Cool Vic. My parents were old movie fans. You know the
type – those black & white classics that only air when memories and
regrets erupt screaming through your dreams and keep you awake past two
in the morning. Mom loved Victor Mature. I was born mature, you could
say. I was born Vic, at least. The "Cool" part? Picked that up along the
way. Never shook it. Never tried.
I’m a Music Dick. Some hardboiled guys like me end up tracking down
dames or cars or jewelry or paintings. I go after a treasure of a
different kind. The smoky hazy blue kind of treasure, like Miles played
on Kind of Blue or the Hawk exhaled through his Body And
Soul. That song that you can’t recall enough of to remember, but
remember too much of to forget.
I know I seem tough – you have to, in this business – but I’m here to
help ya, kid. Who or what are ya looking for?
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