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04/27/2007: "Here We Go Again ..."

First it was OJ, then Robert Blake. Now residents of LA face their newest threat - the trial of Phil Spector - and if the first two days are any indication, it's going to dominate our lives for the next three months.

Spector, the one-time wunderkind of '60s pop music and creator of the "wall of sound" style popularized by the Crystals, the Ronettes and Darlene Love, finds himself on trial for the murder of Lana Clarkson, a part-time actress and full-time hostess. Phil met her during an evening of drinking in February 2003 and by morning, Clarkson was dead from a gunshot to her mouth. The prosecution says murder. The defense says suicide ... or accident ... or accidental suicide. They're not quite sure, and would like to get back to you on that.

Cameras are allowed in the courtroom, so you know there's a full-court-press (no pun) by the media. Nancy Grace is no doubt looking for an apartment near the courthouse as we speak. It's going to be all-Phil, all the time for the next few months, so you'd best prepare yourselves ...