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THE READER - Famous international actor,
director, Nick Mancuso, best known for his role in the hit TV
series "Stingray" breathes life into these two exciting
stories as the reader.
Mr. Mancuso has received acting awards
in the USA, Europe and Canada including a Genie Award for Best
Actor. He has worked in over 10 countries and in three languages
having starred opposite legendary performers such as Sophia Loren,
Catherine De Neuve and Charlton Heston. Internationally recognized
for his talent he has also starred in well over 140 movies, having
recently completed work on the films "Antonio's Cafe/Anna's
Smile" and "My Soul To Take 1+2". Currently he
is working on the reality sitcom which he is also a producer
of the show "All About Me"
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" Bridge Uncrossed ",
Whether in his prose, poetry or musical lyrics, Mr. Bertucci
exhibits a flair for creating a richly detailed and colorful
visual experience for his audiences and readers.The setting for
his latest work, Bridge Uncrossed, is the unassuming small town
of Higgins Falls, a sleepy village with the reputation of having
the world's best jerky. A series of bizarre incidents and unexplained
disappearances leaves the local state trooper determined to unravel
the mysteries. Prepare yourself to
embark on a roller coaster of suspense, intrigue and the unexpected,
as Bertucci leads you on an exciting journey through the twists
and turns of his new novel. A very enjoyable read! $21.95
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SHOES - It was the perfect life for the Loftons, as they planned
their yearly trip to Europe to meet up with friends and rendezvous
for 15 days along the French and Italian Riviera. They had become
accustomed to dining with royalty and prominent figures all around
the globe. Life was more than fulfilling and business was at
its peak. Lofton was ...READ MORE AS LIFE BECOMES A LONG AND
WINDING ROAD."THE SHOES" COMING 2008.Ciao Magazine
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Murder In The Office ... " I will never forget the tragic morning
of August 24th. I can still feel the anguish and unsettling in
my stomach with just the mention of that date. I arrived at the
office around 8:00 o'clock, as I usually do, only to be surrounded
by police vehicles and detectives swarming the building. I approached
the front entrance and asked the two officers guarding the door
what had happened...$21.95
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MY INTERVIEW WITH JESUS CHRIST- As a young boy I was shackled
under the gothic stones of this mystical Catholic temple for
a good portion of my youth. The sunlight penetrated the stained
glass art through the bodies of the immortal characters, as the
hooded monks waved their incense back and forth, chanting words
that would often send chills to my being. These are not the comforts
that a six year old feels sitting on the hard wooden piers,....READ
MORE - "MY INTERVIEW WITH JESUS CHRIST"...COMING 2008
Ciao Magazine
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Killing Road - WE had a philosophy
on the road: You can spend the night, but don't use my toothbrush
in the morning. How preposterously arrogant. But as much as some
don't like to admit, rock n roll is a cavalier art. From the
first day I picked up a guitar, I felt my confidence was enhanced
drastically, and in the process the recognition of my talents
exuded. I remember the first gig I performed at was a dance at
a boys and girls club. After we finished our set, I was swarmed
by pretty girls wanting my sole attention.
That was the beginning. My instrument became my addiction. Endless
hours were spent honing my craft, in the basement of my parents'
home. I would sometimes feign illness so that I could stay home
from school to play my guitar. My feelings of proliferation were
a constant battle, I needed to exercise my brain, now more than
ever, and it was this piece of wood and plastic that propelled
the movement. It being the sixties didn't help either. The musical
revolution had begun and I wasn't accustomed to the rapid changes
and digression from previous norms. Then again, why should I
have been? I was only twelve. I could feel the growth the more
I bonded with my tool and my direction was leading me to more
progressive paths of music. One of my early, negative encounters
occurred while I was watching this band rehearse. The bass player
had this awesome Fender Jazz Bass that he made rock hard. The
leader of the band (let's say his name was DCT) noticed me at
the top of the stairs. He picked me up by my jacket and proceeded
to throw me down the stairs screaming "I don't want you
f***in' hanging around here"... to think this guy would
eventually be a big recording artist. Go figure. This definitely
gave me a different outlook, one that I would not inherit.
I soon landed a gig a with three brothers that had heard of me
from another musician. We practiced intensely for an upcoming
show, this would be my first professional performance. Everyone
in the neighborhood was looking forward to it, because we were
opening for James Brown and The Famous Flames. Despite the clashing
genres and extreme differences between the styles of our music,
the local promoter who booked the gig was a friend of ours and
showcased our heavy talent on the same bill as the Godfather
of Soul. The audience was relatively receptive, after all, we
were ahead of our time, although further from what they expected
than was comprehensible.
We ate up the attention as if we were already famous, loving
the fact that someone asked us to autograph their ticket stub.
To think I could be possessed by such a musical carousel, the
surreal spin was frightening. Life as it was, was no longer.
I know this has touches of poetic streams, but the fact remains
that I could think about nothing else, aside from music. High
School was put on the back burner and my struggles to convince
my parents to rescue me from the institutional demands for my
time were finally realized when they signed me out of the ninth
grade.
I would soon be in a band that played totally original music,
and gained exposure as the house band at the El Patio, an underground
club that attracted an eccentric crowd. Our popularity was on
the rise and our live appearances were becoming more frequent
and further away from home. We were often booked in smokey, beer-drinking
rooms and no one stopped to ask how old I was, they just knew
I was in the band. One of these dark, musty, imitation-leather
filled spaces would be my nucleus de la vita.
Club 813 was a predominantly Jamaican hangout, and the smell
of curried lamb filled the air as much as the ganja and the tunes
that four white boys were jamming on stage. During one of our
rock-steady nights, this elderly man with a voluptuous woman
wearing an extravagantly large, maroon, velvet hat was silently
watching us play. He approached us after our first set and proceeded
to hand me a business card. "Call me tomorrow, I've got
big plans for you guys," he said nonchalantly, before leaving
the club.
He was right, he did have big plans for us...As our marketing
team was busy designing and distributing memorabilia to the masses,
the band was racking up sky miles and every other day we would
arrive in a different destination. The fan base was getting bigger
and demand for the band was beginning to take its toll. We would
sometimes do as many as 55 cities in 60 days; this would include
meet-and-greet sessions, radio interviews, in-store appearances
and how can we forget those special gatherings that promoters
put together for after the shows. These theatrical events would
consist of that old cliché, S, D & RnR, and if you've
heard anything about this traveling carnal zoo, 99% of the dirt
is probably true.
For many years I lived the life of a rock star, within my own
outrageous bounds. My sweet clairvoyant Mama would save every
postcard I sent and review or newspaper clipping about the band,
as she mailed off our popular 45-records to her relatives in
Southern Italy.
By this point I was in need of a passport, more countries, more
concerts, more everything. The overindulgence became monotonous
and practically routine. I was a sequined soldier, defending
my public persona by means of gratifying my supporters. At times
it seemed that even the simplest form of stability was a luxury.
The revenue I was collecting afforded me the ability to drive
a great car, to have a recording studio built into the mansion
on the hill, and all the material goods one could drink, but
no sooner than I would sit down to enjoy a quiet brunch on my
patio overlooking the shore, I would receive a phone call notifying
me of the next scheduled tour. No time to soak up the sunlight
or read a good book, I had to hit the road again.
It felt good knowing that our faithful followers found some satisfaction
in our egocentric endeavors. Everything imaginable was available
to us, meaning the abundance of candy and promiscuity was part
of our daily menu. Our intrigue was not limited only to musical
fans. Our collective group of admirers ranged from gay politicians
to bored rich brats looking for kicks with rock bands. The subtle,
unrecognizable torment we sometimes faced was stored deep underneath
the layers of laughter and eye-piercing facades. We wanted the
fame, we demanded the attention, only to find ourselves weighed
down by a burden of responsibility. Luckily, time has a way of
slowing down the fast-paced highway of popularity; a good thing
if you're caught up in the redundant ruckus. In the end, we can
reflect as mature connoisseurs of our self-appointed space and
smile, knowing we slayed many dragons along the killing road.
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rival cont ) months, he said. Also, the backplane being developed
by Graham Electronics is completely different from the one being
sold by Electronics Solutions, Bertucci said. Graham's backplane
uses three signal layers, while Electonic Solutions ' uses four
signal layers, he said. The Graham backplane would have a special
signal-routing system that does not exist on the Electronic Solutions
back plane. Also, Graham's backplane would probably use six pin
power plug. Electronic Solutions' power plug has ten pins, Bertucci
said. "We have built a better mouse trap and they're angry,"
Bertucci said. " They simply don't want the competition."
Besprozvanny, a Russian native, said he has many years of experience
in the backplane technology, and designing another backplane
from scratch was easy. And although the same consulting firm
was used by Graham to design the new backplane, Besprozvanny
said Electro-CADD strictly guarded the plans it developed for
Electronic Solutions. "They promised us that they would
generate the database completely from scratch," Besprozvanny
said. Bertucci said he believes the petition was filed solely
to keep Graham Electronics from debuting its design at a national
trade show Feb. 14 - 17 in Long Beach. The case is scheduled
to be heard at 9:00 am Feb 13 in San Diego. Bolton said competition
has nothing to do with the injunction petition. " Frankly,
we wouldn't be wasting our time or money if we didn't feel we
had a case. We have reason to believe they have used our technology
and we're going to do something about it.
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