Sitting silhouetted in the white light of the sound booth window was Channing 's other cat Blanche . And there , in the corner , crumpled and bearded and clasping a rickety acoustic guitar , was the man I had come to call one of my best friends though we 'd never met . Channing Kennedy , CEO of Cat Jams records . The studio PA crackled into life as Blanche raised a silver magnum revolver and pointed it right at me .

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