From: Jack Saunders
To: Lisa Tefo
Subj: Letter From Jack Saunders

Lisa:

I looked Bobby Bradford up in Google.

I had read the interview with Fred Jung at All About Jazz.

I got a hit on the Pomona College web page and that had an email address at the college.

Thanks for the snail mail address. I'll send a copy of my latest book and a CD of Owen and Balder, The Saunders Brothers: The Doghouse Sessions.

Also Balder's latest, Geaux Juice.

I had a Black Saints CD of Bobby and John Carter. Self-Determination Music. And Ed Stehney, who lived in Bloomfield Hills, Michigan, sent me a tape off the radio of a concert in Detroit with the Motet.

I'm retired. Writing up a storm. Driving around hawking my book. I'm doing a book fair at the junior college tomorrow.

Flogging a dead horse.

When my money runs out I'll have to get a job again.

Still scufflin' after all these years.

Get up, you son of a bitch. Don't give out on me now.

I mostly don't drink anymore, and never did have a problem with drugs. Except coffee.

That's my last addiction.

Coffee is a hard one for me to beat. A lot of writers drink a lot of coffee. It killed Voltaire, and turned Balzac into a bloated cask.

Andre Malraux has a picture of Balzac's French-drip coffeepot, in Prometheus.

Your Friend, Jack Saunders