Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Ooh! "We will teach those kids a lesson or two for busting in on OUR turf" I knew we would as soon as I heard the Warhol group was coming to our Coast back then. "Frank'll fry 'em." I was satisfied he would. And he did. What exactly did he say to Lou Reed I know not, maybe you know the exact words, but they became enemies nearly for life.
That was Frank, because this our scene! NO INTERLOPERS!!
No Ginsbergs allowed not nohow! I would try to explain to people at the time, who just didn't get it.
One friend who had a flying saucer studebaker, he once was a friend and artist who burned his paintings rather than sell them to someone he didn't like, the one who showed all that promise and offered to carry me to a science deal in Pasadena when I was in High School (and we would have arrived like a KING AND QUEEN in that flying saucer car when it pulled into the parking lot) even he fell under a temporary spell and was obviously under the influence when he said he was thrilled to carry the Silver Elvis up a street for its eventual display. I was HORRIFIED!!!
They're oozing out here from the East Coast ... (Andy Warhol and Allen Ginsberg)
I'd had to borrow that first Bob Dylan album to listen to. From the girl who wore leather indian shoes and painted ZEN! in blue on the walls of her parents stucco home. Her Dad was a scientist and a pacifist, and because he didn't want to work in the war effort in the vicinity, he didn't have much work and would teach an occasional class in chemistry here and there. They'd moved out from BAH-ston. Or "Watertown" (pronounced Water-TON ..... uh-oh "heavy water" you know what i mean, likely, too, all in the vicinity)
She used to carry that record around with her, on the back shelf of the family fifty two ford and the sun melted it (as the sun is known to do to plastic things in Southern California). But it was still playable if you put a big ceramic bowl in the center (she made these bowls on a wheel, bury them in the earth, and RAKU!!!) so I had to borrow the blackened bowl, too, in order to play the Bob Dylan album and try to learn his fingerpicking style. As for the rest, I thought he was most unmusical, really. And any real folkie of the time will tell you so. Especially the ones who could actually play a musical instrument.
He's oozing out here from the East Coast ... (Bob Dylan)
ARRRRRGHHH!!! Help!
¶ 9/25/2013 01:14:00 PM
That was Frank, because this our scene! NO INTERLOPERS!!
No Ginsbergs allowed not nohow! I would try to explain to people at the time, who just didn't get it.
One friend who had a flying saucer studebaker, he once was a friend and artist who burned his paintings rather than sell them to someone he didn't like, the one who showed all that promise and offered to carry me to a science deal in Pasadena when I was in High School (and we would have arrived like a KING AND QUEEN in that flying saucer car when it pulled into the parking lot) even he fell under a temporary spell and was obviously under the influence when he said he was thrilled to carry the Silver Elvis up a street for its eventual display. I was HORRIFIED!!!
They're oozing out here from the East Coast ... (Andy Warhol and Allen Ginsberg)
I'd had to borrow that first Bob Dylan album to listen to. From the girl who wore leather indian shoes and painted ZEN! in blue on the walls of her parents stucco home. Her Dad was a scientist and a pacifist, and because he didn't want to work in the war effort in the vicinity, he didn't have much work and would teach an occasional class in chemistry here and there. They'd moved out from BAH-ston. Or "Watertown" (pronounced Water-TON ..... uh-oh "heavy water" you know what i mean, likely, too, all in the vicinity)
She used to carry that record around with her, on the back shelf of the family fifty two ford and the sun melted it (as the sun is known to do to plastic things in Southern California). But it was still playable if you put a big ceramic bowl in the center (she made these bowls on a wheel, bury them in the earth, and RAKU!!!) so I had to borrow the blackened bowl, too, in order to play the Bob Dylan album and try to learn his fingerpicking style. As for the rest, I thought he was most unmusical, really. And any real folkie of the time will tell you so. Especially the ones who could actually play a musical instrument.
He's oozing out here from the East Coast ... (Bob Dylan)
ARRRRRGHHH!!! Help!
¶ 9/25/2013 01:14:00 PM
