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JOURNALISM AWARD for my PHOTOS OF JAMES WILLIAMSON GIG

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Documentation of James Williamson's Re-Licked solo live gig with so many of the amazing singers (like Alison Mosshart, Jello Biafra, Lisa Kekaula and Carolyn Wonderland, seen above) on his Re-Licked album ended up with the second place award for Photo Essay of the Year, 2015 from the Los Angeles Press Club out of thousands of entries.

 Here's the winning photo essay, text by Donna Balancia, photos by me:LINK*
  
Donna Balancia, seen here looking very much like a participant in the last scene of Stanley Kubrick's The Shining adjacent the hotel vintage photo mural ("she has always been there,") and I attended the Los Angeles Press Club Awards ceremony and banquet 12.6.15 at the historic Biltmore Hotel in downtown Los Angeles.
 I was intrigued with the nicely restored, beautifully carved ceilings of the Biltmore, built  in 1923 (photo of yours truly by Donna Balancia.)
 
Honoree, television interviewer
extraordinaire Tavis Smiley and presenter,
glamorous actress Diahann Carroll; later in the Biltmore Ladies' Room, a stylish young mother asked us to explain the importance of Ms. Carroll in media history to her credulous daughter. We regaled her of the importance of the 1968 tv series Julia in showcasing African-Americans in "normal, everyday working Americans" leading roles.

 

 *http://www.californiarocker.com/2015/01/20/james-williamson-re-licked-show-bootleg/

12.28.15

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Guest photographer © 2015 Kurt Ingham. Gia, Sarahbelle, yours truly, our 1912 farmhouse in the middle of a SoCal megapolis on a rare cold day, the night before only having reached 30 degrees F...

AULD LANG SYNE 2015/2016

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Pictured above, all of the Scottish Deerhounds we've been privileged to own: from the top, Bereton Tanager Gia; Lyonhil Karis Pedecaris (shown by Lea Bishop); Multiple Best In Field/ FieldChampion Lyonhil Drusilla Harris Senior Courser (LINK); Sindar Morgan Le Fay.
 


We twa hae run about the braes,
and pou’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
sin' auld lang syne.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne?
  
(We two have run about the slopes,
and picked the daisies fine;
But we’ve wandered many a weary foot,
since old times gone by.
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?)
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
for (the sake of) old times gone by?)
From Auld Lang Syne by Robert Burns, 1788

MIKE CAMPBELL & THE DIRTY KNOBS ROCK STRONG BILL WITH MARC FORD AND THE BLESSINGS AT ECHOPLEX

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Mike Campbell

 Marc Ford

 Jeremy White
of The Blessings




















11.24.15 emerged as Night of the Blues/Rock Guitar Heroes at the Echoplex (Silverlake, L.A.) and proved a great night of music with its ultra-strong triple bill of Tom Petty Heartbreaker Mike Campbell in his solo band The Dirty Knobs, Marc Ford (onetime guitarist of The Black Crowes and Burning Tree) and The Blessings (Jeremy White and compatriots' vision of the early to mid-1970s Rolling Stones' ragged glory come to life again.)

Knobs' lead guitarist Mike Campbell remains a great frontman, is an expressive singer with simultaneously flawless fretwork, and is very aware of his audience. He interacts one on one, singling out individuals by name or other distinctions. F'rinstance, onstage he noted that my hairstyle reminded him of Pattie Boyd (an easy mistake since there's always a camera covering my face which otherwise would have spoiled the illusion.) 

Mike Campbell striking a pose familiar to fans of Iggy and The Stooges'Raw Power guitarist


The Dirty Knobs -- guitarists Mike Campbell and Jason Sinay, drummer Matt Lang and bassist Lance Morrison--ensemble really put on a cool  show, a little dirtier, swampier, eclectic-ier than your Petty fare, with a plethora of selections you just might not have anticipated-- oldskool blues, a ditty from The Rolling Stones'Rock and Roll Circus, some Grateful Dead, and a Beatles cover from Revolver which you might not have thought duplicatable live.


Dirty Knobs' set list: Shake These Blues Up, She Got The Sugar, Poor Boy Makes Good, Easy Wind, (Grateful Dead cover,) She Said She Said (Beatles cover,) El Chapo, Humdinger (J.J.Cale cover, prompting a "she likes to lick my fingers" chorus singalong with the audience,) Wreckless Abandon, Victim Of Circumstance, Yer Blues (Dirty Mac, Rolling Stones Rock and Roll Circus) Still  I Love You, RoadRunner (the original Bo Diddley one, not the Modern Lovers' future Massachusetts' State Song.)



 

Mike made sure that his favorite animal rescue charities TAZZY FUND (LINK*) and ROCK THE DOGS (LINK**)were given shout outs onstage as well.

drummer Matt Laug→ 







onstage Bloodhound caddy for guitar picks, towels
 guitarist Jason Sinay→

Known for his rapidfire licks which never sacrifice soul, Marc Ford and his power-blues compadres inclusive of standup bass, impressed both the audience and the headliners, who invited him to jam their encore. No wonder Ford was "poached" away to The Black Crowes from one of my favorite L.A. bands of the 1980s, Burning Tree (they also had a real, live Keith Moon-style drummer  [inventive, 100 mph but accurate]) all those decades ago...

 Marc Ford Band drummer     





Marc Ford stylin' in looks and licks


 Well written songs with a blues-rock groove and the two guitars, rhythm section, keyboards, backup singer template prompt the early to mid-1970s Stone's comparisonsThe Blessings inspire, reminiscent of Sticky Fingers/Exile on Main Streetwith an entirely different vocalist. Always a fun show by this troupe who are great local favorites. 
 The Blessings are: Jeremy White, lead vocals, guitar; Mike Gavigan, lead guitar; Jeffrey Howell, keyboards; Jason Upright, drummer; Lavone Barnett, vocals; Duffy Snowhill, bass. Look for their latest EP Shipwrecked with irrepressibly catchy choruses, and Tomahawk Inn full album.


 
Jeremy White's Keith Richards' look emerges when the chapeau is
 doffed...






SUPERSESSION with REESI ROCCA (and Miss JJ)

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A supersession for singer Reesi Rocca and her beloved Golden Retriever Miss JJ, photographed as superheroes for this advertisement for the former's "Never Afraid" single its attendant (and quite elaborate) video (LINK*.) Look for it February, it indeed is everything as advertised, flying Polaris Slingshot cars, dancing with Michael Jackson et al!


 *http://fastfilm1.blogspot.com/2015/09/reesi-rocca-rocks-her-never-afraid.html

DAVID BOWIE AND ROD STEWART

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 Two from 1972-- today's birthday boys David Bowie and Rod Stewart.

R.I.P. DAVID BOWIE

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And then there was one. Too much choreography--
 album release, birthday, expiration date in one week. My
friend Shel Greenberg Erba wrote,"This (Bowie) album
changed my life." Not every popstar inspires people
so. And when it all began, it was all brand, spankin'
 new, that music and those fun personas. I photographed
 him live in 1972, Santa Monica Civic auditorium. I art-directed
his "ISOLAR" tour concert program, and he was a difficult 
employer, eventually removing my name from the credits.  
I'll just quote a member of the band Coba Seas' private
 observation on the previous blog entry: 
"This post went from joy to sorrow. 
Hug your loved ones out there."

R.I.P. ALAN RICKMAN

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Lemmy of Motorhead, David Bowie and now Alan Rickman, the curse of the three deaths. Age 69, cancer. Rickman always has been one of my favorite ever actors to watch, always presenting fascinating, unique and different portrayals with "that voice" and those hands. Most fun role to watch if you don't mind getting teary and sniffley half the time: Truly Madly Deeply, above right pic (photographer unknown) with Juliette Lewis, wherein he plays a very tactile ghost of her musician lover, come back to help her move on from debilitating grief. Pretty humorous in parts: his ghost friends drop in to watch her video collection and won't leave.  One great scripted observation: that the couple are/were classical musicians has no bearing on their love of all good music, like all classical musicians I'v ever met. A highlight in the film is the characters' spirited and raucously sung duet of The Walker Brothers'"The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Any More." 

What most fans never knew: Rickman had lived with his same girlfriend he met in 1965 in school, Rima Horton Young, above left with Rickman (photographer unknown,) for the last 50 years. They wed only this last year, no doubt when illness trespassed their lives to simplify any inheritances, because heretofore they were content to be the unconventional, living together couple. He was the world famous and well-loved actor, she was the liberal politician and Economics lecturer at university. Rest in peace, Alan Rickman.

R.I.P. Glen Frey

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Although one might expect dialogue from me similar to Jeff Bridges' rant in The Big Lebowski, I'll take the high road here and note that The Daily News of our San Fernando Valley CA reported, in its Glen Frey obituary, that The Eagles frequented Dr. Hogly Wogly's Tyler Texas Bar-B-Q in our nearby Panorama City CA. This is significant because it is a non-reservations, extremely informal, down home (and messy-entrees!) place in a dubious part of our city. Frey was also mentioned as the independent contractors' most polite client ever ("He treated me like we were on a date, was so nice, took us to fine restaurants") in the tell all book "You'll Never Have Sex in This Town Again." So there...

When reported on my personal social network page, this prompted much discussion about our local Bar-B-Q eatery. I offered, r.e. ambience, that a waitress there once handed my husband his messy entree and purred "Enjoy your sushi!". Whenever I personally  contemplated taking visitors there, I remember its non-reservations policy and the long lines of smart locals enjoying gourmet Bar-B-Q at bargain basement prices queing to get in. Not every Hollywood/Malibu type can cope with this, so it's to the Eagles' credit that they could...

Friend Jeanette wrote: "I hope that's not what killed him at age 67. Death due to Hogly Wogly" while Frank Meyer of The Street Walkin' Cheetahs wrote "I LOVE Dr. Hogly Wogly's!!! I have to say, Mr. Frey gets retroactive points for that (oh, and all that hit music too I guess.)"

THE ZEROS and THE FLAMIN' GROOVIES REUNIONS RAWK !

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Top photo, THE ZEROS; above, THE FLAMIN' GROOVIES
  
Countering the sad rock deaths news of late, I catch up on the great gigs of last year with an evening of power pop punk supreme, THE ZEROS co-billed with THE FLAMIN' GROOVIES at The Bootleg Theatre, downtown L.A., 11.28.15.

 

 

 Shakin' some action bigtime, The Flamin' Groovies sported three original members and one Zeros' drummer (their bassist actually!) on loan. Pre-punk fun, hard rock was in short supply in the early 1970s. In the U.K. its few practitioners called it "pub rock," while Stateside it evolved into "powerpop," with no one evolving faster than San Francisco's The Flamin' Groovies. Their "Teenage Head,""Shake Some Action" and "Slow Death" achieved substantial radio airplay, important for the time.

Founded in 1976 and even featured in my 1978 book Punk Rock and Roll, The Zeros (see LINK) rightly have been deemed Pioneers of West Coast Punk, and continue their strong rockin' reunion these decades later as a threesome with Javier, Hector and Baba. Songs like "Wimp,""Don't Push Me Around" and their cover of the Standells'"Sometimes Good Guys Don't Wear White" sound just as terrific as the first time around.

The less said about the opening act for the Zeros and Flamin' Groovies, a misplaced, misbooked frat band, the better.  If you can't write something nice...


SWINGHOUSE SUPER SECRET HOLIDAY PARTY featuring DR. BOOGIE, JESSICA CHILDRESS, JARED JAMES NICHOLS and more!

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Late
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saw everyone's favorite rehearsal hall compound Swing House Studios move from crowded Hollywood digs to spacious Atwater environs, with extra rehearsal/showcase/production rooms and elbow room galore. In celebration of same in addition to the holidays, owner Philip Jaurigui threw the Super Secret Swing House Show/Holiday Edition annual party for hundreds
of Swing House friends on 12.19.15.

 Six incontestably up and coming bands were showcased to ring in the Christmas/Hannukah/Kwanzaa cheer on two separate stages, sets timed for the physically fit to catch them all. I myself caught 5/6ths worth. Clockwise from the top left shots above, personal faves and saviors of real rock and roll Dr. Boogie (see LINK, in other words one third of last year's rave photo reviews,) strutting singer/crooner/jazz belter Jessica Childress (look out Jill Scott!), The Mowglis, and a young guy named as one of the 8 best new guitarists in the world today by Total Guitar, Jared James Nichols

With thundering bass, pounding drums and rapidfire guitar and vocals, this last artist and  his power trio proved a powerhouse surprise. They sounded like Mountain!  ("Mississippi Queen" howled at devastating volume, Leslie West, 'remember?) With Scandinavian rhythm section in tow, Wisconsin native, 23-year-old Nichols also is a coolly seasoned performer, easily engaging his audience between volcanic onslaughts. JJN threesome also covered Grank Funk's "We're An American Band," but better. Rounding out the bill was Dream Club, pictured  in montage below, and band Dorothy. 

 More Dr. Boogiefiring on all cylinders at Swing House! 
 
More Jessica Childress raising the roof at Swing House!
more Jared James Nichols band shredding at Swing House!  
 
Dream Club at Swing House


       Cheers from Jessica Childress!
 

IGGY POP HONORS SUZETTE COPLEY

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photo © 2016 Iggy Pop. Fair use and consent of receiver

To Suze
From Iggy


I heard you're a Stooge nut, so am I. That will never change. I know you know Andy Peabody. He is a righteous gent. I'm thinking of you, etc etc and other mushy stuff. 

Love always from me. Iggy Fucking Pop - hope this gets to you
 
It sure did, and it's good to share a great deed in the midst of a bittersweet situation. Yesterday Iggy Pop sent the above, dare I say, awesome note and selfie photo to Suze Copley who has incontestibly serious health concerns. I know she deserves this recognition heartily. 

I met Suze in Ann Arbor at the Iggy and The Stooges' Tribute to Ron Asheton show in 2011. Suze/Suzette makes an appearance as "Babette" in my photo-essay about the adult version of being a fan within my documentation of Iggy and The Stooges' Ann Arbor MI Tribute to Ron Asheton show in 2011, in the section about "E.R. Joe."( Click LINK.) Below is a rather dynamic selfie by Suze of "E.R. Joe" and her holding Iggy aloft mid stage dive at that gig, the Ig floating through the crowd like the prow of a ship parting the ocean waters...



...and here's the proud recipient herself. 
I printed the message and pic, plus had it framed for her. 
People seriously ailing require commemorative visuals right next to their beds!

ANOTHER EVENT at the former RODNEY BINGENHEIMER's ENGLISH DISCO

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Another night, (1.29.16) another special event at LTD. Gallery, onetime site of the premiere Hollywood Glam hangout of the original 1970s Glitter era, Rodney's English Disco. The occasion was importation of two NY DJs for their fine art exhibition, side effect, DJing and partying. (See prior event:LINK*.) Above foreground: current rock and roll couturier Evita Corby, onetime English Disco habitue and garter-clad model of the back cover of Iggy Pop & James Williamson's Kill City, Kansas Bowling and Rodney Bingenheimer his own enduring self; background far left, music biz guy/animal rescue advocate Bobby G. Hall and musician Tony Harris Fried. Below right, Rodney dances with his girlfriend Kansas (no light, I took the pic pointing in the dark.)

               Above left to right, Phyllis Pollack, Evita Corby, Bobby G. Hall, Tony Harris Fried and friends; below, Mark London and Evita Corby; Bobby G. Hall and Evita Corby

Two (2) count 'em two DJs from New York City- one in the incredible simulation of the English Disco V.I.P. booth, the other next door! People actually danced when the spins turned to Glam and Retro-Glam a la the original ambience of Rodney Bingenheimer's English Disco daze...

Rodney Bingenheimer, Sirius Trixon, Evita Corby

*http://fastfilm1.blogspot.com/2011/05/art-show-and-nostalgia-at-former.html

THE BLESSINGS and THE TIP Live at The Mint 1.16.16, and on to The Bigs

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The Blessingsabove, left to right: Mike Gavigan- guitar, Jeremy White- lead vocals, guitar, harmonica, Jason Upright- drums, Lavone Barnett-Seetal- vocals, Duffy Snowhill- bass (Jeffrey Howell- keyboards, off camera this shot)
 The Tip below, l-r: Ricky Dover- guitar, Benny Carl- lead vocals, guitar, Dixie Carl- drums, (Rob Jordon-bass, off camera this shot)
Do you all you jaded music biz professionals care about local bands? I sure do, because the great ones grow up to be major bands (observation based upon45 years' track record of same.)  

Best encounter lately: at the Mint, Los Angeles, 1.1.6.16, The Blessings who perform and arrange like The Bigs, catchy blues-rock songwriters with keyboards, harmonica and additional singer in tow, sounding rather like early '70s Rolling Stones' alternate tracks with entirely different vocals. Already they've earned airplay in two major markets, Rodney Bingenheimer's "Rodney on the ROQ" on KROQ, Los Angeles, and in Tokyo, Japan.

Co-billed were The Tip, local to Nashville, Tennessee and a polished, loud aggregate who resembled a young Van Halen/NY Dolls/MotleyCrueishPoisonesque mashup.  You should have been there!

Assorted Blessings:


 

 Set list: She Thinks She Loves Me, Born With Horns, Ran Out Of Teardrops, Shipwrecked, Mississippi Moon, Tomahawk Inn, Twisted Little Heart, Drink In Her Hand

The Blessings video for"Shipwrecked"*
  

 Below, wild ones, The Tip:


 









 
 



The Tip's cover of The Rolling Stones'"Miss You" instantaneously inspired Lavone fromTheBlessings to jump onstage and join in the choruses' ooo-ooo backup vocals. Furthermore, my friend Evita Corby noted to all, "These young lads can even get an old gal like me to get off her ass and on the dance floor, LOL. Check outThe Blessings and The Tip when they come to your area. I promise you won't be disappointed." 

Later, Evita's friend Bobby G. Hall complimented my documentation of this gig writing,
"Just looking at them, I need to see them. I can hear the music through your pictures."

The less said (or written) about the good-looking but inexperienced band (depicted anonymously below) between these two exciting acts, the better. They failed to hold the audience.
 
 
PHOTO OPS:




Evita Corby
with
The Blessings'
Jeremy White








 

Below, Evita Corby with 
3/4 of The Tip


  
The Tip's Ricky Dover Jr. with Evita Corby


* https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NJ_OtiQR6l8

R.I.P. DAN HICKS

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I'm saddened to learn of the passing of Dan Hicks (of &The Hot Licks, and The Charlatans (original San Francisco version.) He was the first rock star I ever interviewed circa 1970, and seemed very cross at my lack of musical history knowledge sufficient to distinguish the harmonies of the Boswell Sisters versus the Andrews' ones. 

Nonetheless, he gallantly jumped in the Tropicana Motel pool for my photograph (which would take major archaeological home excavation to offer herein...) Hicks' Hot Lick music was catchy, lilting, retro, occasionally quite humorous and always with a groove or swing, despite its odd for the era arrangements with violin and the Lickettes'female harmonies, upon which the tunes depended.

(TIME LAPSE)No, an hour search through the archives did not reveal my pic of Dan Hicks leaping into the Tropicana Motel swimming pool. I did however find some artwork I did for the UCLA Daily Bruin entertainment sections at the same time, 1970. Stoneground featured what seemed like dozens of performers onstage, established songwriter Sal Valentino (seen in front of upright piano) and featured female backup singers as essential parts of the arrangements and songwriting. Sort of like Dan Hicks and the Hot Licks...
 Sorry, Dan...

MORE EXCAVATED ART by me

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More of the 1970s archaeological excavations through my tearsheets archives. The less detailed drawings I did on the spot to fill in column space. This one depicts, obviously, vampire films, which I interpreted as made by vampires for vampires. The couple mimic the most omnipresent graphics of that year, that Ryan O'Neal and Ali McGraw in the film "Love Story." And I never could resist a pun...

Below, this probably is the most elaborate one I did, but in imitation of an animator's style when I reviewed a film festival of animation.

THE HISTORY OF MR. TWISTER'S ROCK/PUNK BANDS

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•originally published in Paraphilia Magazine, 12.4.11•
MR. TWISTER, CHRISTOPHER MILK AND CHAINSAW:  a voyage of youthful alliances, promise, proto-punk pioneering, subjectivity anddiscourse galore 

by Heather Harris

photo by Heather Harris, medium format Rolleiflex on tripod, as we two photographers were wont to travel. Everybody wants to rule the world. Mr. Twister surveys potential domains from The Reichstag, Berlin, Germany, 1994.

Stephen Schmidt (Director of 2011's "In the Hands of the Fans, Iggy and The Stooges" ): "Sometimes by their photos alone you truly could suspect they were the greatest rock and roll band ever." Schmidt has referenced his clients Iggy and The Stooges circa 1973 (three years after his own birth), but a verity remains regarding great acts who predated the video/digital multimedia era. Thankfully there remains some visual and written evidence abetting the all too frequently rare recorded legacies of rock's innovators which screams volumes for such bands. Two more were Christopher Milk and Chainsaw, related in sharing the same, utterly astonishing lead singer. Here, then, are those photographs. Sailors beware: beyond this point, here be demons.  
 





photo by Heather Harris,
Mr. Twister in the movie Garage Sale.


Live performance of songs in film:
"Hey Blacksmith, Shake Your Money Maker"
and "Big Blue Pimpmobile"
with Sunset Blvd., 1975


photo by Kurt Ingham. Mr. Twister in his Laurel Canyon aerie with Black Mariah, his Fastback Mustang, 1970

Mr. Twister (lead singer of both Christopher Milk and Chainsaw): "The genesis of Chainsaw and Twister’s reputation was in Christopher Milk. Whatever the manifold failings of that band were, it was not a humble beginning." 

David Bowie picks Christopher Milk as his third favorite artists of 1970, below.

 
Indeed. Many Paraphilia readers the world over played in rock bands during their younger days, but few attained such well-documents heights for ones not remaining on thecurrent tips of pop-cultural tongues as did Christopher Milk and Chainsaw. Professionally, the former were featured in cover stories on Rolling Stone Magazine when it actually mattered. And myriad cover features for that matter. 

They were signed by two major record labels, United Artists and Warner Brothers when that actually mattered, with actual 45 singles, EPs and LPs in deluxe packaging released betwixt the both of them. Annie Leibovitz and Norman Seeff photographed them. They appeared on televised broadcasts. Their onstage theatrics and repertoire influenced both Cheap Trick, The Tubes and The Flaming Lips. 


The former band included, to use jargon of the era, a rock critic once so influential as to be named in the same reverent tones as Lester Bangs and Dave Marsh, one John Mendelssohn (Christopher Milk's originator/songwriter, in some forms of the band drummer and singer.) John furthermore logged in as Warner Brothers' publicity staff's main Kinks Kronikler of extensive note and fame in itself, as staff Los Angeles Times rock music writer and as staff Rolling Stone and Creem music writers at their nascence. He also personally introduced young recording artist David Bowie to the music of The Stooges. 
 


photo by Jim Oswald. Christopher Milk, Topanga Canyon, Calif. photo shoot that none of them remembers, not even being there, 1970. Digital graphic enhancement by John Mendelssohn

Lewis Segal: (writer/editor): "I think John has always been saddled with a rock update of the Cassandra curse. She saw the future clearly but was never believed until it was too late. As a writer and performer, he and his crew pioneered only to see latecomers get the fame and credit. I have been a writer all my life and I've known no better writer than John. But he doesn't believe me (or anyone else) when he hears things like that---so maybe I'm Cassandra-cursed as well."

Unprofessionally, assorted members of the former band dropped out to join 1960s cults, dated a future murderess now incarcerated in France, and practiced a sort of serial wife-swapping. The wife of the band's most influential supporter, a writer for the Los Angeles Times, left him for their guitarist whereupon their relocation to another state after the band's demise, relocated further leaving her own best friend to then wed the selfsame guitarist. All remain best of pals. The bassist's onetime girlfriend then wed the drummer/songwriter/etc. with offspring resultant prior to divorce, who then wed a former dominatrix. The writer of this very piece introduced an influential member to the original band, dated another for two seconds, and wed yet another (the singer of both bands, and they remain a couple some three and a half decades on. Well, it's full frontal disclosure then.)


photo by Norman Seeff, United Artists Records' promotional package for their EP release of Christopher Milk.
 
The latter band also ahead of its time, Chainsaw, was termed glampunk, punk, hardest core. The foursome fronted by Mr. Twister was characterized by this pro radio add: "Rock/Punk/Hardcore/Glam/Aggro. Important re-release of legendary troublemakers from Los Angeles, circa 1977, the template for Iggy-esque clever lyrics backed by a maelstrom of cohesive punk fury." It also was characterized by, belying his legendary destruction-prone stage antics and utterly filthy lyrics, yet another well-spoken, erudite, college-educated guy wanting to take frontman charge of things. His sample promotion directly follows (and will in full later, as he prefers to remain his own best spokesman, and I prefer domestic tranquility.) 

photo by Jim Oswald. Mr. Twister, Christopher Milk playing Santa Monica Calif., 1971

Twister: "CHAINSAW has its own unique and overlooked contributions to the Los Angeles music scene. Their foundation and origin initially stretched back to the year 1970, with Chainsaw actually forming in 1976. 'Historically significant' (see: Twister in We Got the Neutron Bomb: The Untold Story of LA Punk) is not the kind of compelling tag that makes you and your friends (if you have any) want to run out and see a band. Don't be fooled! After breaking ground (and whole clubs) in the distant past, CHAINSAW continues to burn with unholy fire. CHAINSAW is still Not Very Nice (the title of their Rave Up record and Dionysus cd), in the best possible sense of the phrase." 


 
photo by
Heather Harris, 1977. CHAINSAW-We Are Not Very Nice Euro-release by Rave Up Records, 2002
 
  
                    photo by
HeatherHarris, 1977. CHAINSAW- We Are Not Very Nice USA-release by  Dionysus Records 2003.→


 

Every individual mentioned above (with the exception of Ms. Liebowitz and Messieurs Schmidt, Bangs, Marsh and Seeff, but inclusive even of the French murderess) knew one another during their student years at UCLA. Hence the unusual erudition evinced by a sub-group oft associated with slobbering knuckle-draggers, hard rock musicians.

In documenting the early promise and alliances of rock bands in their youth, even after some four decades it's a battle to represent all the protagonists to satisfaction of each. Are they triumphant because they made it out the other end of the rabbit hole intact and alive, and not riddled with wistful 'what if' nostalgia? And what if they were? Or are? There's so much damage from being ahead of one's time: the pioneers get all the arrows, and these proto-punk pioneers were not spared same. But I don't mind those undertones creeping in. Even the recent French comedy Potiche with Catherine Deneuve explored the directions the characters traveled in direct conflict to their early promise and alliances, so it's not just your rock and rollers in Velvet Goldmine or even real life looking back in anger, puzzlement and awe.

For starters, I asked the Facebook Christopher Milk Fan Club a question more suitable to a James Cameron film, "Do you trust me?" in turn receiving some testimonials. 


 
Kirk Henry (center,) Linda Daddy, Crickette Lum, Ralph Oswald, screen capture from Kirk's solo artist video "Bye, Bye Anna Marie," 1976


Kirk Henry (bass player, Christopher Milk): "(Future) convicted murderer Barrie Taylor got me into a lot of trouble, not the least of which can be attributed to the time she dragged me to a party at Heather Harris' parents' house. It was there that John, addled by some hallucinogenic substance, decided that I was the Angel of Death. He later called to ask if I'd like to be rich and famous, and introduced me to Ralph and Mr. Twister. We soon set about the (ultimately futile) endeavor of choosing a new name. Nobody particularly liked my suggestion of Mr. Twister and His Sister's Blisters.


I already was working part time in the Dykstra Hall (UCLA dormitory) kitchen and full time on the graveyard shift at Uniroyal Tires that summer, so we had to do our desultory rehearsals in the afternoon. We soon embrace trial by fire with a flash performance in the Dykstra Lounge. Nobody in the band was particularly pleased when I left for a long-planned summer trek cross-country and through Canada, but it's not like a lot washappening in late August and September. 



←photo by Heather Harris, Mr. Twister, Christopher Milk playing UCLA, 1970.
↓ photo by Kurt Ingham, Kirk Henry, solo artist, the Leiber & Krebs years
I was in Boston when I got calls from both Berkeley and UC Santa Cruz approving my transfer applications. I declined both to give this band thing a shot. Upon reflection, with the Barrie to Heather to Xtopher Milk thread, my life probably would be completely different. Maybe I'd have a beard." (Ed.- I knew Barrie only through her roommate Kathy Baillie whom I encountered through her boyfriend Jim Suede, a mutual friend putting himself through a Nuclear Physics major at UCLA by playing bass with a genuine African-American soul band nightly. He played and sang a killer "Mustang Sally" decades before The Commitments. We lost him to Scientology.)


"Upon return I was pleased to find that John had designed and printed calling cards: 

CHRI 

STOP 
HER 
MILK 
featuring the dreaded Mr. Twister

Also listed were manager Jim Bickhart and agent Lew Segal. I'd never had a business card before so this was The Big Time.

After a noon concert at UCLA during which those Half Nelson thugs hurled Mr. Twister into John's drums, I offered one of these shiny new cards to Rick Roberts, who only recently had graduated from UCLA busker (Ed.- and one time "Tep House" --the local stoner Animal House-like frat--denizen) to actual Flying Burrito Brother. He declined it admitting 'I can't help you.'


 
photo by Ronn Reinberg, Christopher Milk 1970, The Troubadour (?) Proof sheet also features the late Shelley Benoit then of Warner Brothers Records who introduced Mr. Twister and Heather Harris.
Nor did we need his help, only weeks later attaining what was perhaps the pinnacle of the Twister Era at the world-famous Troubadour. As still alive and kicking Richard Cromelin chronicled in now-defunct Coast FM & Fine Arts, we exceeded our own expectations. To paraphrase Mr. Cromelin's summation, the Troubadour crowd is pretty hip - if they like you they applaud politely; if they don't they keep talking. For four minutes after Christopher Milk disappeared from the stage, there was dead silence.

A few days later we opened for Alice Cooper at the UCLA Homecoming Dance. While we were not as pleased with our impact, it seemed to grow on people and then into legend, since no fewer than four photos of Mr. Twister appeared in the subsequent UCLA Yearbook and none of Alice Cooper.


 
photographer unknown, full page photo of Mr.Twister in the 1971 UCLA Yearbook, Christopher Milk UCLA Auditorium gig with Alice Cooper.
Furthermore, I attended a UCLA Homecoming party of the following year. A frat boy standing in front of me leaned over to his friend and said, "great band!" The friend shook his head and replied, 'They're no Mr. Twister.'

After the Alice Cooper gig I dropped my amp off and set out for Colorado, but instead spent a week in a Wyoming hospital and another at UCLA Med Center after a traveling companion rolled my VW van down an embankment in -10 degree weather. During my recuperation, John decided that what we needed was dancers and multimedia and More People! 


  photo by Kurt Ingham, Christopher Milk the expanded troupe with dancers, 1970.
Anybody who ever saw Christopher Milk live will agree that (Ed.- producer of their Warner Bros. LP a half decade before his tackling same for the Sex Pistols) Chris Thomas didn't get it, and consequently the Warner Brothers album didn't adequately represent it. From song selection to sound, he envisioned the band as more Procol Harum than Bonzo Dog Band, more deliberate than aggro, more polished than out of control. Even so, we would have been much more satisfied with the outcome had he spent half as much time on the lead vocals as he did on the guitars."

My own then roommate took debatable credit for Mr. Henry's unfortunate accident, as she had been deflowered by him, thought our one block away proximity warranted more of his attentions, and ferociously had practiced vengeful wiccan ceremonies with one of his personal effects, some left-behind clothing or nonesuch.




  photographer unknown (Jim Oswald?) Mr. Twister, Christopher Milk, the Whisky A Gogo, Hollywood, Calif.,1970.
The UCLA gig had involved onstage circumcision of a banana as well as Mr. Twister's famous aggro-contortionist theatrics and audience provocation. When the inevitable Iggy comparisons erupted (cute, half-naked skinny blonds prone to pottymouth and pro-activity inside their audiences, the both of them) he upped his own antes and set his bare skin on fire with chemicals courtesy of his movie special effects chums. These burned on a layer above the skin without incinerating the perpetrator, but Twister claimed the effect was muted by the band's lack of its own lighting system, hence the stunt's non-repetition.

The Troubadour antics involved, from Coast FM & Fine Arts by Richard Cromelin, March 1971, the following description of the first single minute of CMilk's performance which got them banned from the club for life back in 1970: "Mr. Twister flung off his cape, revealing his emaciated, plucked-chicken frame. Barking and grumbling his lead vocal, this obscene vision stumbled straight toward the edge of the stage and -- over the edge onto the panicking audience. Tables toppled over, Twister leaping from one to the other like Little Nell on the ice floes, drinks and candles slid to a tinkling and crashing death on the cement floor." The first forty seconds only had involved total ruination of three of the club's mikestands and microphones by Mr. Twister in his deranged, overactive attempt to single out one. 

  
Rolling Stone Magazine, December 1970, Christopher Milk's notorious show at the Troubadour, Hollywood that got them banned from 
that important venue forever.
  
From a SOUNDS (British music trade) review of Warner Brothers' Christopher Milk-Some People Will Drink Anythingby Sandy Robertson. "Asked what he'll be doing when he's 60, (Mendelssohn) replies 'Brooding.' ...maybe if they brought back the unstable Mr. Twister... who once poured the molten slush of a candle vase down his trousers while screaming at the audience, 'WE ARE NORMAL!!'"

Heather: "Didn't that really hurt?" 
Twister: "Only for a second..." 

 

photographer unknown (Jim Oswald?) Mr. Twister, Christopher Milk, the                                                                          Whisky A Gogo, 1970.


George Dragotta (drummer, Christopher Milk): "I'd like to at least begin by saying these heady days and nights were the most fun and exciting times for me. I had just been released from the military in early 1971. That Fall I struck for LA where I planned to join a rock n' roll band and become rich and famous. Within a few weeks I answered an ad that directed me to Ralph's parents house on Midvale in West LA. It was there that I met my first real popstar in the person of John Mendelsohn. 
 
   
↑ photo by Normal Seeff, United Artists Records' promotional package for their EP release of Christopher Milk. Right, photo by Heather Harris, oil painting based upon the United Artists Records' portrait, artist unknown but provenance ascribed to someone who painted backdrops for the New York Metropolitan Opera.

I was smitten. These were the lads I was destined to rocket to the top with. Surly Ralph, The Kiddo, Mr. Twister and Flashfinger Bazbo. I was soon christened G. Whiz (That's G period Whiz) and under the tutelage of John, himself a drummer of no small repute, I began my rapid transformation into a Rock n' Roll drummer. First thing, lose the drumstix and start bashing with logs. (Sometime later, at a tv lipsync, I actually played with carrots. Hey, we were versatile, man!) Next he dispatched me to Peter Visor's Salon to upgrade my hippie wannabe locks. Dressed me for the street as well as the stage. (Tight tops hugging bottoms and Eleganza pumps increased my stature immensely.)


       Christopher Milk on Boss City! television show, screen capture of their live performance, all tapes of same lost or destroyed.
 
We had a roadie named Normal who dressed up like Alex from Clockwork Orange. He was onstage security to insure that Mr. Twister could not escape from the stage and wreak havoc on an unsuspecting audience. Mr. Twister would literally break out from the false front of one of The Kiddo's Acoustic bass amplifier cabinets, where he had crouched unseen for the first half of the show. A milestone gig was at The Whisky a Go-Go on the Sunset Strip. I actually left my drums and sat on the front of the stage, where I calmly disrobed, then returned to do a drum solo, the finale of which occurred when John and Kirk crept up from either side and pelted me with cream pies. I think that was the gig where Neil Young was quoted as saying that Christopher Milk was absolutely the worst band he had ever seen (or words to that effect.) I suggested at the time that we could take out a billboard on Sunset: 'Christopher Milk is the worst band I have ever seen!' - Neil Young. 
 Instead we hit the road to build up our grassroots following, and amongst same, I managed to contract an std before heading back to Hollywood.  Christopher Milk was for me many childhood dreams coming true. It was like getting to relive your high school days, but this time being at the top of the heap."

 
                                           photo by Kurt Ingham. Mr. Twister, 1971

 

Social networking eventually loomed large after Anita Oswald started The Facebook Christopher Milk Fan Club Forum as a lark whereupon it promptly took on a life of its own. It evolved into a repository of major music writers (many former MOJO / Q /the Britmusic weeklies' editors) slumming/eavesdropping on their counterparts. The actual band members also mended fences in their typical Wildian/Shavian manner (and with far more civilized ripostes than the famed broadcast of Gore Vidal/William F. Buckley's debating style, "Shut up you crypto-Nazi!") (really) as one would anticipate from a university-spawned rockers.

Social networking, so ubiquitous at present, someday will appear as mannered a form of communication as is haiku or as quaint a one as were cartes des visites, hence my inclusion of the form as revealing hagiography for Paraphilia's future deathless volumes. Par example, regarding my (initially mislabeled) 1970 photograph of the Classic Lineup of Christopher Milk (Mr. Twister, John, Ralph, Kirk) playing an outdoor UCLA gig---



  photo by Heather Harris, Christopher Milk playing UCLA, 1970. Left to right: John Mendelssohn, Kirk Henry, Ralph Oswald, Mr. Twister.
 
John: The attentive viewer will note that I am playing drums borrowed from Mr. Michael Burns, then the deposed drummer turned sugardaddy/manager of the group that would metamorphose into Sparks. I had not yet persuaded The Kiddo to repudiate the hippie look.

John: Oh, before I shut up for the day, the attentive viewer will further note the saxophone that Ralph had earlier played with such distinction in Dave & The Vantays, the West Side's pre-eminent mostly Japanese surf combo. Ralph, of course, was no more Japanese than you or I, and if someone invokes that New Wave hit by Whatever-They-Were-Called, I shall pout, albeit adorably, in that way I have.

             photo by John Mendelssohn, Kirk Henry and Mr. Twister flanking unknown fan, Santa Monica Beach, Calif. 1970

Kirk: ‎"I had not yet persuaded The Kiddo to repudiate the hippie look." Or perhaps you did not yet recognize your resident proletarian fashion visionary, since two years later baseball shirts were de (not Bob) rigueur, and two decades later same same for jeans torn at knee.

John: No such thing is the case. I recognized all the members of The Classic Lineup on sight. And on site, as here.

Kirk: Then shall I say perhaps you did not recognize AS your resident proletarian fashion visionary, Mr Fussbudget.

Kirk: Speaking of visionary, Heather copyrighted this pic the year before it was snapped.

John: You can't be too safe, not in view of the lengths collectors will go to get ancient photos of The Classic Line Up.

Ralph: You boys stop that, right now.

John: You just stay out of it, Ralphie-boy. This is between The Classic Lineup's Over-Six-Footers, though word has it that tireless debauchery has left The Kiddo the size of that cheerful Italianate percussionist we had toward the end. In other news, I am in contact with Ms. Vanessa Gilbert, who might have been one of the platform shoed beauties I tried to knock over like so many bowling pins at the end of our performance at El Monte Legion Stadium. I regret having been so beastly to the cheerful Italianate percussionist, but of course I regret much.

Kirk: Vanessa did indeed number among Rodney's El Monte Entourage, and attended many other C Milk events, even while nominally enrolled at Agoura High, in part thru associations with Rodney (Bingenheimer) and Richard Creamer. You are in contact with her because I guided her here.

Heather: I rely upon the dates stamped by now defunct photo labs on the backs of my old proof sheets for 'recherche du temps perdu.' Lord knows I can't remember this stuff! Too much of it! There's well nigh forty years of un-filed rock 'n' roll photos, proof sheets and negatives taking up my walk-in closet, which otherwise would be quite spacious.

Kirk: I love it when you talk dirty.

Heather: Watch out or I'll talk photo-tech-jargon. Or Mr. Twister will, he's better at it...

                               photo by Jim Oswald, Mr. Twister, Christopher Milk, venue unknown, 1971.
 
John: Do you suppose your photo-tech-jargon frightens The Kiddo, missy? Ha! You have clearly not witnessed one of his ampchats, during which he and another will spend days comparing the, you know, specs of various amplifiers. In fact, I would refer you to the first evening the three of us ever spent in one another's company. I made some reference to The Who using a particular brand, Hi-Watt, if memory serves (canapes). The kiddo's snort of derision from the back seat might have awakened slumbering shorties blocks away. "They're Sunn," said he. Or maybe I have it backwards. And where's Ralph lately now that the fur is really flying?

Heather: Golly gee Wally, you told him to just stay out of it!

John: Do as I do, not as I say, madame. Or maybe I have that backwards too.

The above in print demonstrates the evolution, as certainly as the Berlin Archaeopteryx fossil caught similar of dinosaur into bird, of John and Kirk making up after a twenty year hiatus. Below, regarding the color photo sessions shot on location in verdant Topanga Canyon that none of them remembered doing despite pictorial proof otherwise.

 

  photo by Jim Oswald, Mr. Twister, Christopher Milk, Topanga Canyon photo shoot that none of them remembers, not even being there.


Heather: I suppose none of the participants, who all claim selective amnesia, can explain what set off this clothes-swapping frenzy. I find this whole photo set (and some of the ones Twister didn't digitize, like the band running and falling down a hill which didn't look nearly as cool as it sounds) enlightening not just because I know those involved. It shows a time warp window of young performers in their preening exuberance, show-off camaraderie, interplay, and hopeful asides to the future in a unique period of rock music culture. If you could overcome your prejudice towards the New York Dolls, John, you'd probably get a kick out of Bob Gruen's All Dolled Up dvd, which I find hugely enjoyable for the exact same reason.

John: What I will say is that there's been nothing like it since, that wonderful feeling of our being a kind of gang, united in our lunatic determination to achieve the impossible, united too, I suspect, in the confidence that we would always be young and slim and pretty, and the world our oyster. We were gorgeous. We were clever. It was obvious that ever we'd be thus.* But by 29, when I started another band, I was no longer capable of that feeling. As for the Dolls, madam, prejudice isn't the right word. I gave them careful consideration before deciding I couldn't stand 'em. But the court will note that I watched the documentary about their bass player.

Heather: If you liked seeing Kane's journey and the last 20 minutes of the film, you probably could sit through Gruen's film and actually enjoy it for the reasons we both noted about the CMilk pics. And the fact that you'd know half the folks depicted ** and all of the groupies. (discussion of groupies, Iggy and The Stooges ensued.)

 


John Mendelssohn jumps ship to become solo artist alongside

Iggy and The Stooges, The GTOs and The Cockettes in a concert that never was. Photo of Iggy Pop in The Stooges by Kurt Ingham, 1970. 


Right, James Williamson, Iggy and The Stooges, 1970, the Whisky A    Gogo, photo by Heather Harris.




John: Now it can be told: James Williamson (Ed. -temporarily jettisoned from Iggy and The Stooges by management. Can you imagine, say, Jagger jettisoning co-writer Richards because management decreed so?) auditioned for CMilk a few weeks before our breakup. He wore wonderful stiletto-heeled (men's!) shoes from London, but boy, did our styles not mesh; I think he was looking for something very much more Chuck Berry-derived. "Barrelhouse," as he put it. CMilk did not do no fucking barrelhouse. In other news, I believe the photo Kurt Ingham took of Iggy in San Francisco in May 1970 (Ed. warranting a 2-pg. spread in The Authorized Stooges Biography) to be one of the three or four best rock photos ever, a work of sublime brilliance.


* "We were gorgeous. We were clever. It was obvious that ever we'd be thus. We had genius beyond rating. History clearly had been waiting just for us... ...(Now) Our beauty has been looted. Life's refuted everything that we believed ...We'll go but not so quietly in these, the waning best years of our lives." from "The Best Years Of Our Lives" by John Mendelssohn, (1972/1992) from the autobiography "I, Caramba" by John Mendelssohn.
**personages such as Nick Kent, Sabel Starr and beaucoup local Hollywood trendies. 

 
 
Inner sleeve of United Artists Records' EP release of Christopher Milk


The online FB CM FC also attracted CMilk (or Xtopher Milk as he was wont to scribe) fan Rick Snyder whom I met while fruitlessly hawking my rock photos at a free booth provided by some future recession-quashed fair event when his recognition of the Mr. Twister shots prompted our conversation. A former Captain Beefheart bass player, Rick not only fit right in with musical pedigree, his warped sense of humor and erudite ways, but also became the group's foremost historian, not only providing the following family tree so that I don't have to detail same (see LINK in the Christopher Milk site cited in Paraphilia's appendix for same) but also concocting the sole website devoted to preserving assorted iota of Christopher Milk glory, inclusive of his own extensive family tree of origins and offshoots, which thankfully means I don't have to detail same.

                                  Mr. Twister, Christopher Milk, photographer unknown, venue unknown
Ralph Oswald (guitarist, Christopher Milk): "My selective memory treats CM as a band before its time. From the ongoing discussion about "Speak Now Or Forever Hold Your Peace" and "Locomotion" covers to the use with Twister of pyrotechnics (which in a pure Spinal Tap moment exploded backstage on manager Jake the Weasel,) the bombast of lame and sequined gowns and the blending of proto-punk with quite serious Brit-Pop, we, and I mean here, mostly John, planted little seeds of the rock and roll future. 'Bet you never heard about John's idea to be shot on stage. Remember Velvet Goldmine?

                                     Below, Pete Townsend of The Who encourages John Mendelssohn regarding the latter's Christopher Milk demos

Sound pompous? Well, I for one came from a privileged first band. One that hell yeah! played for Sinatra. John, though not at first, became close with his heroes through job requirements. Heady times, big egos. So a big part of our attitude was hell I'm already famous. Step aside. We thought that a band with Twister (who was absolutely fearless onstage) and intelli-pop would work. Hah! The separation of the two was inevitable. George and I have talked more than once about what would have happened if we'd gone the punk route as did Twister. But G is a drummer, and all he wants to do is drum. J and I wanted to write. So we did. And that sowed the seeds of CM's eventual complete dissolution. J's idol was Cole Porter, while mine was Wagner, and though the two met for a time, and we produced a decent album, certainly a unique one for the times, it couldn't have worked for long. And John continues to self-record in an incredibly competitive digital world while I was so deflated on the lack of interest in my psycho-progressive stuff, that I retreated into comparative normalcy. And Twist got to tour Italy. Life's a constant surprise. 

 

                           Left, photo by Jim Oswald. Mr. Twister, Christopher Milk playing Santa Monica. 1971
right, photo by Kurt Ingham, Mr. Twister,memento mori.
 
But while it was happening, it was heady and quite crazy. We got to be Bowie's first band, sort of, (Ed.- backing him on an impromptu "White Light White Heat" during a CMilk rehearsal at A&M studios, providing him with instruments in his very first U.S., green-card defiant acoustic set in Hollywood,) play a couple really big halls, and all the while blowing things up, wearing outrageous clothes, and poking fun at all and sundry sacred cows. Influential? Think of the Flaming Lips. They after 20 years shout through bullhorns, set fires at their venues (on purpose) and sing about some very strange stuff. Sound familiar? Too bad Iggy came first. We'd have had that one too. The Tubes? Think about it. But we owed a lot to those before us as well. Early on, with Steve Ferguson and Denny Castanares in the college band, we had some great talent. Couldn't keep 'em.

So eventually since we weren't the best singers or musicians, we'd be the loudest we could be, and exchange sexy presence for satire. But post-Mr. Twister after John, Kirk and I congealed, no other could be admitted. So, sic transit hubris. Facebook brought us together again to some extent, and I have realized that no real band, none that shared a certain bond, ever dissolves completely. And after all this time, we're still played a bit on the radio, available for download, and have a goddamn fan club. As my wife, currently working on a book, hopeful for publication, says when I cry about lost opportunities, 'You were published, signed, you played for people - you were somebody.' And so I choose to relive the good stuff, the insanity that the little kid who, to keep from being beat up, becomes the class clown knows so well. You've won if you're happy. And if you're in Wikipedia, hell, you're immortal. 


                                        photo by Annie Liebovitz, part ofRolling Stone cover featured story on Christopher Milk.

I've had a very rewarding professional life beyond CM. Moreover, I have great fun reminiscing about the band days and how ridiculous and fun they were. God, so many people over the years have said, 'You were in a band? Wow!' Didn't matter if we quote failed unquote. We lived the life, if only for a short time. Selective memory is sometimes a lifesaver. My motto has always been 'life is as metaphor.' John cannot share that view. He has deep wounds, hard to fathom. Yet he will always be a dear friend. That's what being in a band does to you..."

Both Ralph and aforementioned Mr. Segal perchance were touching upon John's quarrel with Led Zepplin (who offered to exterminate him) in the pages of Rolling Stone and assorted public outcries to his then admittedly prickly character. Vision is by nature contrarian, and he suffered consequences and backlash, some in excess. The kindest appraisal of, as Winston Churchill appraised his own, "wilderness years," came from someone who once knew him well and deeply admired John's effortless excellence in writing, an Emmy-winning fellow scribe who understandably prefers anonymity: "The gods gave John gifts beyond other mortals. Then the gods punished him for his hubris. But they went too far..."



                           photo by Heather Harris. Mr. Twister, Sunset Blvd. in the film Garage Sale, 1975

After Christopher Milk, Mr. Twister and its other guitarist the Donald expatriated to England, formed a hard rock band, saw punk erupt firsthand and loved it, tried it out themselves and promptly were deported. Back in the USA, Twister fronting an ad hoc group called Sunset Blvd. in the1976 film Garage Sale starring Goldie Glitters of The Cockettes. Stymied for a big finish, the director trolled for ideas wherupon the soundman Gordon Skene the Rhythm Machine extolled he could put together a visually exciting group with original songs overnight, the next day they could shoot the cast dancing to them, the roof would fall in crushing everyone, The End (Fin.) And it was made so, with a grab bag of CMilk and UCLA-ites. The what ever happened to's reveal a onetime denizen of the very top of Topanga Canyon in a lovely mansion, a film production professional; a public elementary school teacher; a current deputy mayor of the city of Los Angeles; and someone deceased way too young. 'Not saying who's whom y'all. 

                                                                                photo by Heather Harris, Mr. Twister, Sunset Blvd. in the film Garage Sale, 1975

At one time or another all of Sunset Blvd. under the nom du par-tay of The Fabulous Sheepskins played the annual Behemoth Festival parties for 500 of our closest friends that my UCLA art school friend Elyse and I held throughout the 1970s at my parents' house without their knowledge. These soirees became infamous for our live bands (never adequately recorded despite pro help, as all were too drunk), pre-video, projected on a sheet collector-scavenged movies (Bullitt, Deep Throat,) marriages breaking up therein, and occasional "incidents" like Mr. Twister breaking a watermelon over the head of Jimmy Mathers, brother of The Beaver. ("I was aiming at someone else actually."grumbled Twister.) Twister continued his bad boy ways, eventually channeling same more productively into another concoction with the Donald based upon their prior embrace of punk rock abroad. Chainsaw emerged. 


↓ photographer unknown, Mr. Twister, The Fabulous Sheepskins at Heather's parents' house, A Behemoth Festival sometime in the                       1970s; right, photo by Heather Harris, Mr. Twister, continuance of bad boy ways in the 1980s.



A flash forward of objectivity, future sample review of Chainsaw's recorded evidencevia KZSU (Stanford radio station) site accompanying listing of most recent airplay, April 8, 2009: "Seminal L.A. punk (ca. 1977.) Thanks to Dionysus Records, this awesome gem is back from the grave. True to its proto-punk character, a heavy rock and roll character. Think Sex Pistols, The Stooges, The Damned, New York Dolls. Sinister heavy-primal distorto-guitar/basslines, assaulting rhythm attacks, electrifying solos and an Iggy Pop-ish/John Lydon-esque/Dave Vanian-ian vocal delivery. What more can you ask for? Play this fucker! Cool shit!" 

Twister: "In spite of history-making performances (see: 1983's Rolling Stone Rock Almanac p 179, 2002's We Got the Neutron Bomb, etc. ) by 1972 Twister and the Donald were consecutively ejected from the increasingly hapless Christopher Milk.

Totally convinced of their earth shaking talents and optimistic beyond all reason, the naive youths hied themselves off to sunny England with visions of emerald greener pastures. There, as the Original Pointed Stick, they earned countless pints of Guinness, packs of crisps, and not much else, by playing Pretty Things, Soft Machine and Move covers, (interspersed with a few notable originals like Hey, Blacksmith, which to this day they are unable to accurately recall.) Countless tiny pubs, with equally tiny audiences driving tiny cars (down the wrong side of little streets) and tiny squalid bed sits wore rather thin. Permit-less and on the edge of starvation they returned to LA to rethink, regroup and reattack. 

 
    photo by Heather Harris. Chainsaw, left to right: Laura Crowe, Mr. Twister, Raul Gomez, the Donald. My first studio portrait ever,    cover of Chainsaw single Polaride Pictures.
 
 
By 1977 everything was bright and new. New name (Chainsaw). New material. New rhythm section (the dynamic Miss Laura Crowe on bass, the uncontrollable Mr. Raul Gomez on drums- long before political correctness would have given its cold approval to such a lineup). A newly refined diet with the essential food groups of Cigarettes, Cognac, Beer, Speed, and Protein tablets). And... the old, take a few prisoners and mutilate them, attitude x 10!! 

                                            part of inside truk of USA release Chainsaw- We Are Not Very Nice



The first single, Polaride Pictures was semi disastrous, semi crap, and thus now much prized by the more eccentric sort of collector (bless all of you). Chainsaw live was a maelstrom of broken bars, tables, chairs, amps, heads, microphones, bones, glass, and a new definition of aggro. A fanatically devoted cadre of insatiable fans was unable to balance an irate mix of club owners, parents and brothers who were increasingly demanding the soonest possible elimination or exile of this Chainsaw thing. The phrase, ‘swath of destruction’ always springs to mind when recalling those years. They wound up in Nashville, a perfect foil for those who might live there, but despised most of what it stood for. Yeah, Nashville, where a whole bunch of people made their living playing and recording the kind of irksome pap you’d expect, but LOVED every minute of those alien Chainsaws. Chainsaw played every flea bit dive (sound familiar?) that would have them (usually only once), built a fanatical following, and recorded in tiny great studios with a plethora of musicians jostling for a place. 
         
          photo by Heather Harris. Left to right: Linda Daddy, the Donald, Crickette Lum, Mr. Twister for my book Punk Rock and Roll, 1977

The fashionable diet (see above) tended to have side effects, and despite the unwavering admiration of their fans and peers, Chainsaw were getting more than a little frazzled. Their own inept management wasn’t breaking down mogul or bank vault doors, and the two prima donnas were increasingly at odds while the previously steadfast r. section selfishly wished for more regular meals. A slimy promoter lured them to Europe, and disappeared after the first couple lawsuits. No money, no real food, and limited shelter outweighed a new but just as manic bunch of fans. The fist fight ensued - the end was.

For 25 years the tapes lay unheard. Fences were mended. Behjan Mihradi did the detective work, Pierpaolo de Iulis put Chainsaw on vinyl, and Lee Joseph put We Are Not Very Nice on CD. Listen to it over and over and over... and hope that you have the chance to see these partly rehabilitated lunatics play. Not only are they not dead, they are back."

Well...for a moment... please stand by.

                             photo by Heather Harris. Chainsaw live in Naples, Italy, March 28, 2003

 Chainsaw rocked, hell yeah! In 2003, 28 years after these punk pioneers had called it quits, assorted all-ages audiences in sold out clubs all over Italy welcomed Chainsaw back ever so raucously. With an eclectic reformation, Chainsaw-Euro became Mr. Twister, the Donald, on second guitar his son Scott Mohammad who was 8 when the band wreaked havoc the first time around, the premier voice-over talent of all Switzerland who just happened to be our friend of 30 years and a very cool bass player Olivier, and worthy pickup drummer courtesy of the Italian record company which had sponsored the tour, Allesandro.
 


←photo by Heather Harris. Chainsaw live in Naples, Italy, March 28, 2003. 
Naples, Italy audiences paralleled that of Detroit/Ann Arbor blue collar ones in being known to be quite physically demonstrative in both their likes and dislikes (Iggy and The Stooges only were pelted with large objects in their native but fickle Detroit.) Napoli as it happened loved Chainsaw, with photographic evidence thereof. In fact female Neopolitans even offered to "love with the mouth" upon Chainsaw. 

While the other wives/gfs got roaring drunk in reaction, between photographing Chainsaw's shenanigans onstage I just laughed at these inevitabilities: it's all par for the course and part and parcel of band job skills. Besides, any female not attracted to Twister must have brain damage.
Olivier Vuille (Chainsaw-Euro bassist): "We were in Terramo, Italy and had to wait until a.m. to get on stage. Not being accustomed anymore to staying up so late (I had just spent 20 years without playing rock'n'roll, busy raising my kids) I was feeling like crap to say the least. But I looked at Twister, he's so jolly merry! (Ed. before adopting, seconds before walking onstage, his fierce, rock and roll game face. See Russell Brand do same in Get Him To The Greek! film.) Luckily, the moment we got on, I was my old self again. The gig was energetic and weird, with people staring at us while one single girl was dancing in front of the stage. Not knowing if she was the sister of some somber italo ragazzo, we tried hard looking like we didn't notice her. We left the place at 3 am and headed back to Roma. Went to bed at 5:30 am and woke up at 9 to go visit some ruins. Life on the road!"

                                                                               photo by Heather Harris. Mr. Twister, Olivier Vuile, Chainsaw tour of Italy, 2003.↑
Momentum continued domestically at two Chainsaw-USA reunion gigs in Los Angeles shortly thereafter, with formidable rhythm section Mary Kay and Tony Matteucci of The Dogs happily stepping in. But destiny cannot outwit the time-space continuum of predetermined fate: once again Chainsaw broke up for all the exact same reasons for which they broke up originally. 

                               photo by Heather Harris. Mr. Twister, Chainsaw live in Los Angeles, Jan. 29, 2004.
Mary Kay: (Chainsaw-USA bassist): "Welcome to the real world."

Tony Matteucci (Chainsaw-USA drummer): "It was a short tour, but fun!"

Plus ca change, plus la meme chose, sans the fist fight.

So what have we now? Sadly, the gone too soon casualties: James Oswald, beloved brother of Ralph and photographer of Christopher Milk's glories who passed away during this article's construction; Ronn Reinberg, UCLA confrere, CMilk photographer cum roadie, eventual attorney and stage-lighting designer; Mason Buck, UCLA confrere, Sunset Blvd. band mate in "Garage Sale" and at the Behemoth Festivals under their nom du par-tay The Fabulous Sheepskins. Early Christopher Milk album reviewer Michael Lehman (the sole UCLA writer during my Daily Bruin Entertainment Sections editorship that I could locate who didn't know the band personally) took his own life following his comedown from publicist duties in the narcotized 1972 Rolling Stones tour. More happily, there is the present.



                                                                                   Kirk Henry's Facebook avatar 2011

Kirk Henry a.k.a. The Kiddo in Christopher Milk once was enveloped by no less than Leiber & Krebs Management (Aerosmith, Ted Nugent et al) for his musical star quality. He fronted a solo band that made a deluxe 35mm video of a staged performance at The Starwood club, Hollywood, with a truck full of pro equipment "borrowed" courtesy of his union cinematographer brother. This proved too early for the timeline of then non-existent MTV. He has owned record labels, security for film productions' companies, is very close to his family but keeps his own counsel on private matters: generally, one has to poll his friends for different aspects of his life. His 2011 Facebook avatar is pictured.

                                                                          photo by Anita Oswald, Ralph Oswald, 2011
 
Ralph Oswald a.k.a. Surly Ralph in Christopher Milk relocated to Colorado with his first wife Teri and found deserved happiness with his second wife Anita (best friend of his first wife Teri) and their extended family. He owns his own piano tuning business and gladly celebrates his Scottish ancestry, as seen here in a 2011 photo by Anita Oswald. 
 

                                       photo and graphics by John Mendelssohn. John Mendelssohn, 2011.

John Mendelssohn added an additional "s" to his original byline, wrote for Esquire and many other periodicals before family responsibilities with his first wife Leslie and daughter Brigitte prompted his early entry into the Bay Area tech world via computer graphics. He is rightly proud of his alternately elegant and disturbing web designing career, remarried to former dominatrix Claire (Mistress Chloe) and currently resides with her in her native England. He also never wavered in his continued obsession to write and record music and has continued doing so since his late teens. He wanted me to know that he's written three new, complete songs within the same last month alone. He thankfully still writes both fiction and quasi-non fiction, all available online. The 2011 graphic denotes some of his ebook offerings as well as his visage. 
 

                              photo by Heather Harris. Mr. Twister as Top Gun F-16 jet simulator pilot, 2011.
 Mr. Twister continues to thrive on his mystique, self-preferred mystery, continuing-to-this-day blond good looks and hyper-intelligent abilities alone. This 2011 photograph depicts his channeling his bad boy ways far more productively as a Top Gun F-16 simulator jet pilot. He eschews social networks, so I reprazent, as the kiddies deem same. (Ed.- not any more, see appendix.)

I met Mr. Twister in 1970, thought to self "I want that one," and evinced patience galore while scraping the groupies off him for the next five years. We've been together ever since (HH and Mr. T, not the groupies.) How did I tackle documenting the musical career of the love of my life with such dispassionate objectivity? To utilize the Joss Wheedon format: With. Great. Difficulty. And steely determination to add to the deserved reputations of proto-punk forerunners Christopher Milk and Chainsaw in today's modern world of digital surfing. This may have been a visual valentine, but every picture told a story. 

 



    Mr. Twister: 
      still cute,
still dangerous.

←photo by Kirk Henry, Mr. Twister in Hollywood, Calif. 1971. 
Right, Mr. Twister 2015. 



 


Websites for Paraphilia addenda index---
Heather Harris, forty five years+ of her music photography:

http://heatherharris.net 
lurid details of same/blog: http://fastfilm1.blogspot.com

Christopher Milk website: 

http://www.christophermilk.com (includes extensive research and complex family tree)

emerging Chainsaw site on Facebook: 
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Chainsaw/250481461632982?sk=wall  

Kurt Ingham on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100011110620318&fref=ts

The John Mendelssohn sites:
Let's occupy YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z79pHheSfWY A little autobiographical video: http://tinyurl.com/2dwzwfr My Web journal: http://johnmendelssohn.blogspot.com/ My latest ebook: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004HB24C0 Amazon's personal bibliography: http://www.amazon.com/John-Mendelssohn/e/B0034Q3ZG8/ref=sr_tc_2_rm?qid=1321382749&sr=1-2-entFacebook Christopher Milk Fan Club: https://www.facebook.com/groups/45796543015/



THE DOGS: THEIR HISTORY from 1960s DETROIT to PRESENT DAY HOLLYWOOD

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 •originally published in Paraphilia Magazine, 12.4.11•
(several newly available photos have been added since initial publication)
 
THE DOGS ROCK FOREVER. HERE'S WHY
by Heather Harris
All photographs by Heather Harris unless otherwise indicated

Maniac young twenty-somethings already ferocious virtuosos, The Dogs played a Whisky A Gogo gig with their Do-It-Yourself, Radio Free Hollywood consortium chums The Motels and The Pop which I reviewed for Performance Magazine.  Immediately, I was a goner. The Detroit-spawned hard rock power trio sported a peripatetic singer/songwriter/guitarist who seemed to have taken it upon himself to ape both Iggy Pop AND James Williamson simultaneously; plus an all-crashing crescendos-all-the-time bashing drummer; and a beautiful, black-haired proto-punk female who seemed to be encroaching on Jaco Pastorius territory, clean but busy bass-wise. They wrote their own great 1,000 mph songs, wailed out a few choice covers like "Kick Out The Jams," reeled around with the music flashing flying V guitars, and projected the perfect us against the world barrier, courtesy of the guitarist and bassist who were a couple as well as bandmates, aided by the perfect thug drummist. I felt as if I could watch them for hours. I was knocked out by them thirty five years ago. 'Still am, because they're still playing and recording.

The Dogs, 2015

photo below by John Lindemann.Rodney Bingenheimer, Mary, Loren of The Dogs, Max Lazer 1977;          ↓The Dogs and Rodney, 2013
  


  
Thetimeline of my initiation and subsequent review is 1976, and Jimmy Carter is battling it out with disgraced Dick Nixon's successor Gerald Ford.  Post pub-rock saving 4/4 hard rock for its own future, punk rock is percolating amongst assorted anarchies in the U.K.  Punk synchronicity erupts in New York City, where so many nascent punkers remembered a threesome of Detroit kids in leather jackets and torn jeans (their normal street clothes since they couldn't afford stagewear) who opened for The Dictators, Kiss, The Stilettos (early Blondie,) Eric Anderson (!) and Television circa 1974 (Nixon resigns, successor Ford pardons Nixon, first pocket calculators become available the public) playing Michigan rock & roll a la their local contemporaries the MC5 and The Stooges: The Dogs...

THE DOGS with Sid Vicious and Tony Sales, photo by John Lindemann, 1976

The timeline, however, really reared its pointy little head in 1968, the year Martin Luther King and Robert Kennedy were assassinated, when Phil Ochs and The MC5 were the only musicians putting their money where their political mouths were by playing the turbulent anti-Vietnam war protests at the Chicago Democratic convention, and Lyndon Johnson realized the error of his Presidency, declined nomination and paved the way for the succession of Richard Nixon. The year a 10th grade guitarist, Loren Molinare, bucked his school rock bands ongoing since 7th grade (roll call check in for Loren & The Lovables, the Clayton Squares, and Blues Depression!) to turn pro with a drummer pal by advertising for a real bassist.  In walked one of the few real bassists of the XX chromosome persuasion in the Detroit/Michigan rock scene besides Suzi Quatro (then of The Pleasure Seekers,) one Mary Kay.
photo by John Lindemannm, The Dogs, early 1970s in Detroit                            


     



Later lineup, Hollywood, 1985




Mary at my Venice Calif. house,1986↓
With her stage name fashioned after legendary bassist Carol Kaye ("Good Vibrations" and 1,000s of other chart hits,) (the makeup magnate was less known during that era,) Mary knew her field and already had her chops down at a fairly young age. Explains Mary, "I always loved music, despite growing up on a pretty isolated farm in Michigan. I used to stand on top of the tractor and pretend the wheat waving in the winds was an audience applauding me. I later taught myself keyboard on some other neighbor's piano, and took choir in school just so I could be doing music. But when I heard the bass lines of 'Bernadette' by The Four Tops when it first came out on the our local Motown radio, I immediately knew that's what I wanted to do. And I've played bass ever since."
                                                                     Mary at the Dog House, 1987↓

photo by John Lindemann, late 1960s, Detroit                                                                                         ↓The Dogs, Hollywood, 1988
 



Mary then shaped the direction and even nomenclature of the teenaged, newly pro band. Adds that onetime 10th grade guitarist Loren, "She came in with the Stooges' single 'I Wanna Be Your Dog.'  The fact that Iggy sang that he wanted to be someone's dog was plain brilliant, I mean--man's best friend! So...I thought we should call the band The Dogs. When we first gigged as The Dogs everyone hated the name, yelling 'how can you call yourselves dogs?!'  We then thought, we're pissing people off with the name so we kept it, which shows our early punk attitude."  With its 1968 genesis, these Dogs from Detroit via Lansing obviously were first with this iconic band name, despite later poseurs on The Continent.
Studio portrait 1988, l-r: Tony Matteucci, Danny DeMuff, Mary Kay, Loren Molinare

So these teenaged Dogs ("just kids" as Patti Smith has now entered into the vernacular) guitarist Loren Molinare, bassist Mary Kay, drummers Art Phelps then Ron Wood (another celebrity name convergence, but the other Ron Wood was Jeff Beck Group's bassist at the time, not a Rolling Stone guitarist) opened in 1969 ("It's 1969 okay, all across the U.S.A. Another year for me and you, another year with nuthin' to do" squalls Iggy Pop in The Stooges) for the MC5 at the Crystal Lake Palladium, supported S.D.S. and all the (original, sigh) anti-war stuff while frequently being arrested for starting riots there. Media-wise, The Dogs' arrest for public nuisance during a house party gig made the Lansing MI newspaper, and somewhere in the webcloud, Lansing photographer John Lindemann has a shot of MC5-era Wayne Kramer making a grab for Mary's breasts.

Loren in a recording studio, 1986
               
Be it known that The Dogs appreciated the 5 not only for their music but also for their personal helpfulness, as the legendary rockers often advised the newcomers on the pitfalls of the music business. The Dogs released their first single "John Rock And Roll Sinclair" (a treatise on the band's complex relationship with their manager, but done simply!) The Dogs again opened for the MC5 at the Grande Ballroom in 1972 (last man walks on the moon via Apollo 17, McGovern loses to Nixon, Nixon opens relations with "Red" China, eleven Israeli athletes murdered by terrorists at the Munich Olympics, gasoline shortage in the U.S. causes first rationing of same since World War II) when the former loaned the latter their gear. "Wayne and Fred used my Marshall stacks!" gushes Loren. But then loudness done professionally was always their aim and result, vis a vis their Daytona Beach, Florida gig. He continues, "It was gonzo, we played to a 10,000 person audience there, and people told us they heard us five miles away with our four stacks of Marshalls blasting!"

                                                           1977 for THE DOGS

The Dogs had became a traveling commune of a dozen people including their own soundperson ("who we hired after we found him, this strange guy sleeping on our couch one day!" laughs Mary. To this day Ray Perez helps with their sound,) their own P.A. system and their own truck. DIY before DIY, just like punk before punk with future punks recalling the group  as the first young musicians they knew who did not live with their parents whatsoever and indeed did everything themselves. So The Dogs played for free, played festivals all over the U.S., moved to NYC (1973, 8,000 life-sized terra cotta warriors are discovered in China, Vice-President Spiro Agnew resigns for alleged malfeasance and President Nixon finally pulls the last U.S. troops out of Viet Nam) maybe kick-started punk at CBGB's (see above,) moved to Hollywood CA  (1975, Microsoft is founded, Jimmy Hoffa disappears, the assemble-it-yourself Altair is the first home computer for sale to the public, Patty Hearst is arrested despite obvious Stockholm syndrome of a kidnapee,) refused to pay-to-play here in L.A., definitely kick-started DIY punk in L.A. with their Radio Free Hollywood four-walling of live venues along with chums The Motels and The Pop since clubs wouldn't book unsigned acts, opened for Van Halen, AC-DC, all the later punk legends, Guns N' Roses, in fact you name 'em, they probably opened for them.

They survived Phil Spector's gunplay decades before his arrest, sold everything they owned to relocate to the U.K., toured same and Northern Ireland in 1978 (onetime neighbor Mary told me that our '94 Northridge earthquake damage reminded her of a normal Belfast urbanscape.) "The 'checque' bounced and we had to bet on the horses via a bookie to get out of town," confides Loren. Then the company that had encouraged them to expat to England pulled out. He adds, "We ended up squatting in north London in vacant houses in the middle of January, freezing our asses off. It was a great time to appreciate the good ole USA!" Re-relocation to L.A. ensued.

 
Live at charity benefit hosted by Tina Louise, 1986







1978 (Bianca Jagger divorces Mick, Nancy Spungen is stabbed to death and soulmate Sid Vicious is charged, Jim Jones leads 900 lost souls to suicide oblivion, and a somewhat more positive cult leader, Pope John Paul dies, is hastily replaced) however proved pivotal for their recorded posterity. They self-released the singles "Slash Your Face,""Fed Up" and Barbarians' cover "Are You A Boy Or Are You A Girl." Their "Younger Point Of View" with its withering putdown "I seen Chicago on the teevee! I didn't make Woodstock..." was one the centerpieces of the Los Angeles punk compilation collection "Saturday Night Pogo" (for which yours truly applied the Art Direction and design. Shout out to inclusion of my better half, Mr. Twister's punk band Chainsaw therein) on Rhino Records.
Mary and Loren, 1988


Significantly that year, Journey's and Dogs' manager Lou Bramy rented a 24-track mobile unit to record The Dogs' set at the Mabuhay, San Francisco CA. You can't believe the fierceness, ferocity and virtuosity of these three live. Incomprehensibly, record companies passed, Wood the drummer jumped ship for punkers Channel 3 and the remaining band took a sabbatical in Colorado but at least the seeds were sown. Thanks to these tracks eventually given a much later, deluxe release by Lee Joseph's Dionysus Records as "The Dogs - Fed Up!", the cult legend grew. Henry Rollins in his segue from Black Flag frontman to solo artist to DJ to media personality name-checked The Dogs out loud, and Spin Magazine listed their "Slash Your Face" single as one of the Top 10 great punk rock songs of all time.

Live at The Metro, Reseda Calif. Aug.25,1988, last gig before decade-long hiatus

The 1980s, a decade beginning with PacMan, the middle finding the rise of the CD and assorted new technology, and ending in the fall of the Berlin Wall/Soviet communism found the band retrenching with another name- Attack- and with an incredibly worthy and stylisticly creative drummer Tony Matteucci, whose c.v. includes recording with Chris Squire and his ex-wife in England, and playing monster Metal festivals in South America alongside every major name metal god you can imagine with concomitant tv, radio and newsprint media interviews amongst other anecdotes. Remembers Tony,"Two of the shows were in football stadiums. Doing lines of pure Bolivian blow with the promoter was one of the highlights. One of the low points, however, was the authorities confiscating our passports when we entered one of the countries (invalid work visas they said, despite long ago, extensive preparations) and didn't return them until we were at the airport getting ready to leave. And then they charged us an undisclosed exit fee, but who's going to argue with guys in fatigues carrying assault rifles?!"

 
        

Studio portraits, 1987




 A heartbreakingly close miss to being signed to Atlantic Records splintered the band, with Loren joining rising soul-rock stars Little Caesar, signed to Geffen when it really counted.  Mary went metal full-time in the all-femme She Rok featuring singer Emi Canyn (eventually of Motley Crue, both as backup singer and spouse) amongst other offshoots and later with Tony formed Kanary around former Precious Metal songbird Leslie Knauer, once called the 38th best rock singer ever, male OR female, in rock music by some British music trade we can't recall readily. Lots of others for all three, truth be known.

 
Mary Dog in two versions of She Rok, left with singers  Emi Canyn (Nasty Habits/Motley Crue) and Pamela Mason right
  ←Little Caesar, 1988 and 2016 
Kanary, with Mary and Tony of The Dogs plus Leslie Knauer, formerly of Precious Metal, currently of Naked Hand Dance 
2002, reunion gig with original Detroit drummer Ron Wood plus New York Doll Arthur Kane and Precious Metal/Kanary's Leslie Knauer↓


The first reunion erupted in 2000 (George Bush and Al Gore dead heat, America eventually loses with the win of the former,) and the second, attended by the likes of Arthur "Killer" Kane of the New York Dolls, was documented by me in 2002.  (Everything in timelines now blends together after Sept. 11, 2001 terrorism and the rise of digital technology; besides, most Paraphilia readers would be alive and sentient by these dates.) 

Like most modern groups, they've all played in other bands for the last two decades and continue to do so. Loren still does double duty as guitarist in Little Caesar as well he should: the band features one the world's premiere hard rock/soul/metal/R&B singers on the planet, the formidably tattooed Ron Young (seen antagonizing Arnold Schwarzenegger and being tossed through a bar window for his troubles in "Terminator 2.") The Caesars released three albums on Geffen in the late 80s/early 90s, broke up amongst personnel changes that saw no less than Earl Slick amongst their ranks, and recently reunited to tour Europe in 2011 (Ed.- they still do.)


Yay, the present! which finds The Dogs currently managed by Requiemme, the mgmt./booking concern run by Mario Escovedo of the intensely famous in music Escovedo family, Santana's Cokie Escovedo, Sheila E., roots rocker brother Alejandro Escovedo, punk rocker brother Javier Escovedo of The Zeroes whom I spotlighted in my 1977 book Punk Rock 'n' Roll, (the first published on the subject in the U.S. It went to press the week the Sex Pistols broke up.)


But how many domestic musicians remain authentic enough to ride out becoming cult legends around the world?  After Lansing chums filmed a live gig dvd of the band and Detroit Jack released a tribute to The Dogs, the 'Doggy Style" cd with dozens of young Japanese bands wailing away their favorite Dogtunes with a promised DVD documentary of his to come, The Dogs easily packed venues in their 2007 tour of Japan. And mere mention of them astounded Mr. Twister's record company in Italy during Chainsaw's reunion Euro-tour in 2004 ("You are friends with The Dogs?!? Heather actually walks her dogs with Mary Kay and her own dogs?!")  Raveup Records' honcho Pierpaulo DeIuilis explained that The Dogs represented the very top of cult bands ever, meaning bands that now are highly celebrated despite a lack of mainstream/traditional record company-based career, with whatever they self-recorded back in the day going for astronomically high prices to collectors.
                                                                                       
 ↑The Dogs at the Doll Hut, South Bay Calif. punk club, 2010

So how many bands never really plugged in or got any payoff and yet DIDN'T QUIT?  They've survived personal fall-outs, triple-bypass heart surgeries, major addictions, not to mention the foremost enemy of rock and roll, the Passing of Time. 

Left photo: John Lindemann. early '70s; THE DOGS, Coconut Teazser in Hollywood,1988; and a South Bay punk club, 2008
 

How many others have kept their actual teenage dream alive (Mary and Loren were once high school sweethearts remaining bandmates despite inevitable breakup) this late into adulthood without recompense? As full time artists despite all day jobs?




All this info only supplements the major aspect of The Dogs to their fans: their music. This music accomplishes all the impossible paradoxes of all great art: concomitantly complex yet simple, personal yet universal, and always mind-blowingly right for power trio-hard rock. It'll always speak for itself. As promoters have always noted upon introduction to them, you can't believe the witty, cheerful, unproblematic people you first meet as The Dogs are such hardcore, speedmetal-fast, technically adept, monster players. In person, don't be fooled by their friendliness, Mary's flirty laugh alongside her near technical perfection on bass, and Tony's can-do agreeability belying his own complete drum mastery. 

Current family responsibilities find Loren frequently on the road for Blackstar Amplifiers and Korg. The onetime self-styled "dog" of another meaning, ladies' man and thrice-married in three years' time Loren is now a dedicated family man, "Married nineteen years to my hip NY chick Julie: third time's the charm! Our oldest Marlon is graduated college this year and our youngest Aidan now is taller than me with even more piss and vinegar, giving me a hard time with his warped sense of humor. I love 'em all!"

Loren Molinare, Mary Kay, Tony Matteucci in the recording studio, 2011

They remain genuine, lifelong subversives. "We are still a DIY band," acknowledges Loren in summer, 2011,"but nowadays it's always a time and money thing. It has not been easy for this band over the years. But our friends, family, supporters and fans believed in us and what we represented with our music, even when we occasionally lost sight of our dreams. Right now we're finishing up our new release 'Hypersensitive' in the works. It will be in the fashion of what we always were and still are: a kick ass Detroit-styled band with a message and a drive to acknowledge our own hopes, dreams, fears and things we see happening in the modern world, and I hope everyone relates to it and picks up on the vibe. Get ready world for The Dogs 2011 and beyond!"

Can a band rock forever at the same crazed intensity with which it began?  
If you're The Dogs, hell yeah!

 The Dogs filming a video, 2015
Mary Kay showing off tats and swag, 2013
(Nepotism disclaimer: I've known The Dogs as clients and friends for two and a half of their four decades while considering bassist Mary to be my closest female friend since 1985 even from afar. As of this writing she's a self-professed "bi-coastal, hah!" betweenMichigan and Las Vegas.)

 
-Heather Harris
 July 28, 2011
 Van Nuys, Calif.



ART BOOK FAIR ADVENTURES!

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Our adventures 2.11.16 as follows at the Los Angeles' Art Book Fair at the Geffen Contempory at MOCA, (Museum of Contemporary Art in the downtown district,) an event that was free to the public and sporting as much art as indie art books...  

  






 





              
Francis Van Maele from Ireland with Antic-Ham from Seoul with their Franticham Red Fox Press Polaroid-type/instant pic books much prized by my better half Mr. Twister and found at LINK*, and Mr. Twister's Polaroid/instant pic of them in the foreground; Mr. Twister pausing from taking his KONICAinstant pics.

 














An Art Dog in front of El Segundo Records' display; 
my best spotted find-- Brigid Polk's trip books in this instance of body part imprints alongside sketches and observations, circa her Andy Warhol era: price for the collection of 6 books was $30,000 as they are one of a kind. 

 







 Left, a book in which I personally am thanked, Fucked Up and Photocopied: instant art of the punk rock movement displayed next to our pal Jeff Gold's book; right, Gary Panter's  art installation of "make your own plasticene bong." I may have been the first person to pay him (for my Punk Rock 'n' Roll book illustrations) back in 1977. There was intentional double-dipping to give him a boost besides showcasing: first A&M Records (the publisher) paid him, then I paid him so I could take the illustrations home. He later thanked me on on FB for helping him to survive then.

 




Left, 
Lindsay Anderson ephemera, left: right, amusing self-published books by my former art teacher Ed Ruscha (Royal Road Test documents throwing a Royal typewriter out of a speeding car in the desert.) We have his Record Collection (self-explanatory,) Royal Road Test and Every Building on the Sunset Strip (circa 1966. At least I hope we do. It's his most valuable and I hope it wasn't stolen as it can't be located of late.) 

 






Left,
books by the recently deceased Chris Burden (see LINK**); right,
Mr. Twister in front of his own Iggy Pop photo. He relates, "The concert promoters took the image from a magazine article no credit, no payment. When confronted, they told me to sue them." Long gone and out of business untouchable now...








Left, our pal Brad Elterman signing his newest photography book Villa La Reve and his No Dogs on Beach book for us, both available fromLINK***. Besides being author of many photo books, Brad is L.A.'s most respected celebrity photographer, a hard field in which to attain that accolade; right, our pal Leigh Kaplan and spouse in the booth for their Arcana Books, specializing in rare art books (LINK****.)

Below, guest photographer © Brad Elterman: his photo of the two of us with his Panasonic.













 Below left, JUXTAPOZ booth; right, since Jesus Loves The Stooges, this was an irresistable book title hence an obvious purchase-- it's about Metal audiences at festivals in Europe; and at bottom, too much is not enough.

    *http://www.redfoxpress.com/mainfranticham.html
****https://www.arcanabooks.com/

INTERVIEW WITH MARIJKE KOGER-DUNHAM

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INTERVIEW WITH MarijkeKoger-Dunham
An International Life Always Lived on Art Street
by Heather Harris
All artworks © Marijke Koger-Dunham unless otherwise identified 
"A is for Apple" poster, 1968. Designed to promote Apple. Slogan coined by John Lennon

 









  
   photo by Heather Harris, Marijke at her MOCA event, 2012

photo by Ronald Traeger, Marijke in 1968. 

We Paraphilia readers, by nature oh so creative, have written/painted/composed/directed/performed scads of art stuff for most of our lives. We enjoy and fathom the intelligent content herein. While subsisting on various strata of personal, public or financial satisfaction of our own we wish these fellow artists well because, quite possibly, vicarious thrills can foment something real for us. While trying to keep career trajectories upward, we nonetheless do our art in our own ways, in our own personal styles for commerce and/or pleasure. What if, while doing said art your way, you actually changed the medium, the era and the world? I know someone who did... 

You can take your Peters Max or Blake, your San Francisco nuvo-Art Nouveau Surrealists, this person was THE most influential psychedelic artist of the 1960s: Marijke Koger-Dunham. Sez who? Well, at the time, said The Beatles, for whom she developed their entire psychedelic visual oeuvre. Rolling Stones? Doors? Hendrix? Psychedelic Stooges? Sorry, personal preferences must pale. Trend-setter-wise, The Beatles WERE the 1960s, much as Louis XIV observed "L'etat? C'est moi." ("I am the state.") How did this Dutch teenaged art school drop out ever network the decade's mightiest clients like The Beatles?

APPLE building exterior murals and The Fool, 1968. Photograph: Karl Ferris
































 Bob Dylan poster 1966 designed by Marijke and sold all over London upon her arrival there.


"They came to us," Marijke calmly informed me. Did they ever. Their road manager Mal Evans hauled John and Paul over to her St. Stephens Gardens, London studio shared with then husband Simon Posthuma. It dazzled all awash with their blazing rainbow designs, paintings and hand-painted furniture, whereupon McCartney/Lennon emerged with blown minds, not from LSD but from the totality of innovative styling made by fellow youthquakers. Your Beatles were used to dealing with free-spirits from their own art school years and from their own "Savage Young Beatles'" daze. While performing in Hamburg, Germany’s red light district gaining 10,000 outliers' hours of experience finessing their musical prowess even before they wrote a single original tune, the band was clamped onto instantaneously by the local existential young bohos such as Astrid Kirchherr photographing them or Klaus Voorman eventually designing the "Revolver" LP cover. And now they were goners amid this multi-hued dreamscape come to life. 

Cream custom-painted instruments, 1967, commissioned by manager Robert Stigwood for the band's first American tour

After seeing their art, graphics and fashion designs in person and in the both mainstream and alternative press, the Beatles commissioned Marijke and her three confreres Simon, Josje Leeger and Barry Finch, an art collective known as The Fool, as part of retooling the former's overdone 'Fab Four' clean-cut look. Their radically different "Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band"-era clothing fashions and the entire Apple Corps. building owned by the Beatles with its amazing multi-story, hand-painted murals showcasing the custom clothing boutique were but some of the iconic results.

 The Fool provided exterior design, interior decor, clothes design, custom painted furniture (their St. Stephens Garden armoire even found a leading role in the 1968 George Harrison-scored film "Wonderwall" set-designed by The Fool,) for The Beatles and their fellow elite, such as custom-painting Eric Clapton's Gibson SG guitar used during his tenure in Cream. Correcting a pop culture urban legend from the source: the custom paint job on John Lennon's Rolls Royce was suggested by The Fool when they were chez Beatles painting their custom interior designs for him, but actually daubed by Romani Gypsies.                                      
                                                                                                                                            Incredible String Band LP cover, 1967

The Fool were essentially court painters entrusted by Pop Culture's top royalty of the Swinging London-dominated mid + late 1960s, and Marijke remained its main designer and creative braintrust. If anyone here ever has liked the polychrome graphics of the '60s, you have Marijke to thank. Psychedelia was just swirly drawing of oddities and patterns before her. I know: I was there watching from afar.
 

Mataji and Babji, guardians of the earth, Oil on canvas, 1970  

I even espied page 3 of the first ever issue of Rolling Stone, Nov. 9, 1967 which cost 35 cents, reviewed the shocking new Peter Watkins film Privilege with Jean Shrimpton and Paul Jones about deification of popstars as social engineering via public obsession, classifying the film then as science fiction although it's since come true with "American Idol," and featured a full page photo op promoting Marijke and The Fool's clothing line to be featured at Apple Boutique, modeled by none other than the then Beatle wives (plus sis-in-law Jenny Boyd.) This occasionally appeared as the issue's cover displayed on newstands, thanks to its oldschool bi-fold newsprint format, pre-saddle-stitched-binding magazine days.




 Children of the Sun &Moon, latest album cover for OG Musique,2011

Furthermore, unlike other faces from that era or style, Marijke has been painting pictures and producing prints of spankin' new fine art in the interim ever since those heady days on beyond the paisley corridors of time and into the techno-present. She remains true to her initial vision that first erupted from her talent: she paints representational figures that inspire her, bestiaries, commissioned portraits, or pop culture characters amidst polychrome fantasias of paradisiacal landscapes, outer space or schematic tones. 
 
Micronesia, 1985

There have been vivid colorists throughout art history like the Fauves, Nabis, Pre-Raphaelites, Blue Rider or Pop Art movements, even those transposing patterns and realistic figures like Gustav Klimt and his Viennese Secessionists, all indisputably topflight fine art with crossover into graphic art. These sank like lead zeppelins after the two world wars of the twentieth century shattered notions of visual idylls. Marijke grew up in Amsterdam, Holland, always drawing and painting her surroundings since, well, late infancy. But the post-war Art world shunned both realism and fantasy simultaneously. 

 
  Tigerman, 1968

The binding Abstract Expressionism, Color Field and Art Brut had to loosen. In America, Art Director/Designers Milton Glaser and John Van Hamersveld revived vivid color and/or pattern, as did the acolytes of San Francisco, L.A. and Detroit psychedelica. In Europe fashion illustrator Rene Gruau paved the way to ally Cristobel Balenciaga and Op Art’s Bridget Riley and Roy Lichtenstein to Mary Quant and the Mod then hippie 1960s. 

Jai-Ma, the Divine Mother, 1993. Marijke says, "Painting this painting pulled me out of a very dark space."


However, no one consistently incorporated the full rainbow spectrum so deftly throughout all artistic output much less throughout their entire careers. She was the first to do this in Fine Art and commercial art. Peter Max and other artists in the '60s who made millions copied her and have admitted same. She painted exquisitely busy-but-refined patterns to boot, where others just ended up with psychedelic spaghetti. The entire 1960s would have looked different but for her work. She changed our world for the better with pleasing, new-fangled visuals that set the bar higher in graphic art and just kept going. Fellow horses and dogs enthusiast plus fellow artist though I be, I'm astonished and proud to call her my friend. Thus you can read her exact discourse as follows on her art, inspirations and personal history...


Marijke interviewed at left for Electrical Banana book signing event at Museum of Contemporary Art, Los Angeles, 2012. Photo by Heather Harris

Heather Harris:My questions come from someone who also lived through your first era of art success, the 1960s. I know what it was really like: the flamboyance seemed normal. And though I'm nowhere near your league, I base the questions I want to ask on growing up as an artist myself. 

Marijke Koger-Dunham:I don't do many interviews which are usually by e-mail: they ask me questions and I reply. I've made an exception for you because you're my friend.

Thank you, I'm flattered. 


The other exception was Norman Hathaway (co-author of Electrical Banana, Masters of Psychedelic Art who staged a live Q&A with her at the Museum of Contemporary Art, Los Angeles, Calif. in conjunction with an exhibit of art and artifacts in the book.) That was tough on me, it's like "Oh god!" I think I handled it okay. 


You handled it great, considering the time restraints. Stage fright? You were a musician and performer as well as fine artist/designer in The Fool... 

Well, we never really performed. That was all done in the studio. The era was fun, 'I can do anything I want,' you know? 

How old were you when you realized you were really good at art?
 
As long as I can remember I was always drawing and painting. I didn't realize I was pretty good until much later, like elementary school because then you could compare. The first mural I ever made, I must have been six or seven. In Holland they celebrate the Feast of St. Nicholas. His helpers and he come from Spain on a boat, then St. Nicholas rides a white horse on the rooftops and drops toys down the chimneys, like Santa Claus. This was the subject of my first mural, made in colored chalk all the way around school room blackboards. 

When I tried to draw entire whole murals for my classes at school, they always said "Don't. You're better than everyone and we want everybody else to draw." Were artists considered outsiders in your culture, like Bohemians or beatniks?      
                      Lotus, lithograph sold at Open Gallery, Santa Monica 1976↑

No, I didn't experience that in school, but I was always an outsider. I didn't have a normal life, I didn't have parents. Nothing was normal, I was just there. I had a difficult home situation.

Childhood home (1946 - 1959) in Amsterdam, gable windown on the right was Marijke's room. Medium for painting, unknown

You grew up in Amsterdam, were you living in the city the whole time? 

I actually was on the edge of the city, so when I went outside my house to go around the corner, there were meadows. It was a great environment! There was a horse and wagon that used to come down the street to pick up the garbage for the farmers in the neighborhood, so I liked horses and drew horses plus all kinds of animals.

Did you have pets? The family beagle Ava Gardner (so named because she had bedroom eyes and would sleep with anybody) was my own only childhood friend. And later I always had dogs which I felt sort of grounded me, given the rock&roll lifestyle. I saw a dachshund on the cover of your The Fool record album, posing right alongside you.

I grew up with an Irish Setter. That dog was my whole reason for living. She went everywhere with me. Later I had dachshunds. They traveled with me and I took them everywhere.

You're so polished in representational figure drawing. Did you do that too when you were young?

I had a fascination for a couple of years with making paper dolls, so I made thousands of them. And shoe boxes full of paper doll clothes: endless! It was always growing, as I was totally alone. I went to a good ballet school for about ten years. I just loved it and seriously thought about becoming a professional ballerina. I didn't realize it but I was way too tall. But ballerinas were kind of like a natural thing for me to draw. I was able to do that: so... ballerinas all over the place, lots of ballerinas. 

Early art influences? 

I was influenced by all kinds of art: old art, ancient art, I liked it all. Illustrations in children's books always fascinated me, like Tin Tin.

Mr. Twister (my better half) recently visited the Tin Tin Museum in Brussels!

Cool! I had all the books. And Disney animation was a big influence as well.

When I saw Disney's "Fantasia" as a little kid, as soon as I got home I drew every character that I could remember, flying horses, unicorns, fauns, skeletons, dinosaurs. It was just revelatory. My version of hearing Chuck Berry, as musicians like to cite. What were your artistic breakthroughs in your childhood drawing?

 Hellraisers, 1994. Animated skeletons likely referential to Disney's Fantasia, Ray Harryhausen films
 

I went to live with a foster family who were wonderful people, they were like my grandparents. Their sons were already in their twenties. The middle one used to paint copies of famous paintings with oil paints and palettes so I wanted to do that too. I must have been eight years old when I first tried oil paints, and boy was it messy. 

Linseed oil!

Oh lord! 

Did you go to a specific art school or just take art classes in a regular curriculum?

Left, fashion illustration for Prad
1960



Right, "Flashing Fashion" line, models: Marijke and Josje,1963.Photograph: Cor Jaring




I went to Akademie de Schans, an art academy. I took classes in figure drawing and illustration, also pattern-making and textile studies. I had art history classes, and liked Art Nouveau: the curving lines appealed to me, it looked so nice and fluid. Well, I like all art. I didn't stay in art school long though. They said I didn't have to. I went to work at age fifteen and have lived on my own from that time on.Thank god I had the talent. The Dutch people were very progressive especially in the advertising world. They wanted to move ahead of the crowd and loved new and different things, like my illustration. It's a small country: I probably would have had a harder time here in the U.S., with all the Madison Avenue agencies in New York. I got job offers at top advertising agencies, Prad in Amsterdam and Greca in Athens, Greece, so I ending up working all over Europe as well. Here's an example of poster illustration for a department store's summer fashion line that I did for Prad Agency.

 
"Flashing Fashion" line on Ibiza, 1964. Models: left- Anke, right- Marijke. Photograph: Karl Ferris

You then moved from the Netherlands to Ibiza? 

No, I worked in Greece for about nine months. I had already gotten together with my first husband Simon Posthuma. The first painting we created together was "Spectrum Man." Then we went to Madrid because we had a gallery show scheduled there at Galeria Juana Mordo for the paintings we sold. After the show we went to Ibiza just for a fun vacation but ended up staying there for quite a while. We did art there, and I made my custom clothing Flashing Fashion for boutiques there. Then we met the Danish singing duo Nina and Frederik who were living there. (Ed. from HH: Baron Frederik Van Pallandt was murdered by pirates on his yacht in 1994. Still with us is Baroness Nina Van Pallandt who gained fame as an actress in many Robert Altman films plus infamy exposing the hoax of Clifford Irving's fake Howard Hughes biography, with her testimony in court refuting his alibis.) They sponsored us with a grant from their foundation for us to go Swinging London, just where we wanted to go in 1966.
 
 Saville Theatre program cover, 1967, commisioned by Brian Epstein

Where did your beautiful multi-colored art explorations come from?

Well, drugs had a lot to do with it because when I took hallucinogenic drugs, you start to see all that stuff...

Things throb, and they get little auras around them...all those patterns moving on the ceiling...

...So then of you course you have to put it down on paper. That was a big influence. I'm not, you know, a proponent that kids should take drugs at all. But-- maybe it takes drugs to open your mind and see things a different way.


Four album covers designed by The Fool. At Marijke's SONOS Gallery career retrospective show, 2012, mutual friend Evita Corby's stark black and white beauty presents a graphic contrast to coloful LP covers for )clockwise from upper right: Traffic, The Fool, The Move, The Incredible Sting Band. Photograph: Heather Harris


You moved to London, you did record covers for charted British acts like The Move whom I loved, The Incredible String Band and The Hollies, you did costume design for Cream, Procol Harum and others all commissioned by some of the biggest managers of the day like Tony Secunda and Robert Stigwood. You're all over the British press, then the world's most famous people, The Beatles find you. Did your relationship with other clients change after you worked for The Beatles?

The whole Beatles thing: I was so busy there was no time for any other clients. As we consolidated our friendship with The Beatles and their wives, we painted murals in their homes, designed clothes for them personally then were commissioned to design the outfits for their "All You Need Is Love" live telecast(Ed.-the first global video broadcast ever of a live music performance June 25, 1967, originally in black and white on the U.K. tv show Our World. The colorized versions available on Youtube were matched to color press still photography of the event.)I'm still credited with playing tambourine on that song. 


From Marijke's career retrospective at SONOS Gallery, The Fool upper left and their art. Photograph: Heather Harris

Then the Beatles acquired a boring building on Baker Street and approached us to paint the whole building inside and out, plus mass-produce and clothing and art print line. They approved my designs, sketches in gouache. The exterior designs, a synthesis of the mythologies of different cultures/religions influenced by psychedelics, were done in enamel house paint via the grid technique (Ed.-which transfer smaller designs to large surfaces dividing the drawing into a grid, then one uses this for proportional reference when drawing on the larger wall's grid)by The Fool and a few art students over one weekend. It took Simon and I took 4 weeks to do the interior murals freehand, and all the designing, pattern-making, silk-screening and sewing of the samples for the commercially manufactured lines.

 APPLE interior murals and fashions; models: Anke Ferris, Renata, Charlotte Martin, 1968. Photograph: Karl Ferris

And because I was working for The Beatles, all of a sudden everybody's knocking on your door. It's just ridiculous.

What do you think are some of the public misconceptions about The Fool?

At certain times, especially later, they would claim credit for my work that I just accepted, "okay, we're a team," the whole "love this and love that, and we're all together." What can I say? It's like, in a way Simon did his thing, Josje did her thing, Barry did his thing and I did my thing. In retrospect I wish I'd just been able to be on my own. But I needed those people for emotional support more than anything else, so they did help. Josje was very productive, a fantastic clothing designer especially, probably better than me. But it always came down to me. I had to come up with to come up with the concrete idea and design, and how to put it into effect, which is a whole thing in itself. I don't think I was ever recognized as an individual. Then later I read some books and things written about The Fool, and they always make us out to be opportunists and it wasn't like that at all. It's like... (trails off...) 

As you've said before, they came to you.

Well, yeah! Apple Boutique was badly managed which had nothing to do with The Fool: we were just the creative people and had our hands full painting and designing.

 George Harrison's fireplace mural, 1968. Photograph: Robert Whitaker


At the time, it seemed as if everyone was blaming everyone else with endless finger-pointing. Blame the Apple janitorial custodian! You horrible janitorial custodian, you broke up The Beatles! 

It was so mismanaged, you know?

Who was the mouthpiece, who talked to the public? 

Simon, mainly. We just didn't respond to that at all at the time. It was only later that you realize all this stuff was going on. I was too shy to speak up for myself. At times I could have, but I always kept my mouth shut. 
 
The execution of the Sgt. Pepper package seemed to get away from you. At the time I would read about the London art scene, Alan Aldridge, Robert Fraser, David Bailey, Peter Blake and wonder where were you guys?

Brian Epstein died which was very sad. It became 'I have my camp, you have your camp.' There was a lot of jealousy because, I don't know, there was this Cambridge graduate, this big art dealer Robert Fraser with this big art gallery. And he just couldn't handle it: here come these young upstarts, you know? (Ed.- Fraser is better known to American music fans as the party arrested for drugs along with Keith Richards, Anita Pallenberg and Marianne Faithfull in the first major rock star felony bust of the 1960s.) 

"Summer Sunday" line 1970, models: Maureen, Colleen, Ray, Tay

I have a fashion design question. Before the Apple Boutique mass production deal, where did you find your uniquely colorful fabrics for your custom clothes? 

Everywhere. Liberty's of London, Portobello Road, high end shops. There was great stuff everywhere. We made them into clothes influenced by Pierre Cardin and Mary Quant (Ed.- in form only. Hers was multi-hued, rainbow-bright!)

And now your clothing is found in only in museums, other than the occasional eBay item like $2,000 for a skirt. 

There's some in the Victoria and Albert Museum in London. You have no idea how many clothes we designed that I have given away, no idea. To think, I could make money with this now that everybody wants it. Back then I couldn't give them away. 

American designer (of far-out clothes since the '60s) Betsey Johnson said the exact same thing when interviewed in George Plimpton/Jean Stein's Edie Sedgwick biography, "I used to give them away to the neighborhood kids for Halloween costumes!"

 "Summer Sunday" line, 1970: model: Raquel Welch. Photograph: Maurice Hoogenboom

Later in America, Simon and I designed the Summer Sunday with its hand-silkscreened fabrics and Astraflash clothing lines for Michael Butler and Bill Berman respectively, which sold very well at Macy's and Saks Fifth Ave. These were the first time in the world that a full spectrum fade was printed on fabric capturing the rainbow on cloth. We silkscreened other fabric with designs of stars and clouds. I have not been involved in the fashion business for a long time now, but when I was younger it was an important and fun part of my life.

In 1968 you came to the U.S.A.? 
from SONOS Gallery career retrospective art show, 2012
 
















I always wanted to go to America. I was always fascinated with America. As a little girl I saw tv shows like Lassie, even Kellogg's Corn Flakes advertisements impressed me. Then, the music thing. I can play percussion very well, I have rhythm. I wrote some good songs and some good lyrics, but I was really pushed into that whole thing by people. That's a flaw in my character, not standing up for myself, not saying, 'no, this is not what I want to do. I want to just paint, you know?' Mercury Records President Irwin Green, who was a wonderful older man, very sweet, had visited our London house and heard us playing acoustic music. He offered us a recording contract and brought us to New York to record "The Fool" album, produced by Graham Nash. Right away I knew I wanted to stay, although I didn't like New York City.

European friends have admitted to me when they first moved the U.S. via New York, they questioned, "Why did I want to come here?" because NYC was not a good fit. They generally kept moving further west.

I didn't like New York, it's too frantic for me, too high speed. After that album was done we had to do a radio station promotional tour, and that's how we ended up in Los Angeles. I still like the albums. We did three: one with The Fool and Simon and I did two more ourselves. 

 Aquarius Theatre mural, 1969 by The Fool. Commissioned by Michael Butler and Tommy Smothers

In L.A. we met Michael Butler, producer of the play Hair who commissioned us to paint murals on his Aquarius Theatre (Ed.- venerable large Hollywood venue, once home to Earl Carroll's Vanities in the 1940s. My father sang there) where Hair was to debut. At the time, it was the largest mural in the world: we completed it in two months. I produced sketches of larger than life mythological images, and transferred these to the walls via the pounded charcoal method (Ed.- it's akin to reverse church-rubbings: charcoal is rubbed on the back of a completed drawing, then one redraws the original against the surface intended to have the design.)

 Aquarius Theatre mural, 1969 by The Fool, detail "Urania," one of the nine muses depicted

The Fool split up around 1970. Simon and I remained in L.A. and went on to paint murals on other theatres where "Hair" played in Chicago, San Francisco and San Francisco. Butler financed another clothing textile line, Astraflash which we designed. 

Did you go to Home Silk Shop? 

Yeah, I did. 

I ask because as soon as you all did your Aquarius Theatre murals, a huge mural was painted next to Home Silk Shop with somewhat similar metaphysical subject matter. It was called "Beverly Hills Siddartha."

I don't know who did it, but I really liked it! 

The were call the L. A. Fine Arts Squad, who later influenced Kent Twitchell, our local world-renowned muralist. I initially think they were influenced by you. They also had the same problem you did, that everything they did eventually was covered over. How did you feel when you first heard that the Aquarius was covered over?

Well, I didn't let it get to me. The same thing had happened with Apple. What are you going to do? At least I have photographs of it so that's good. 

 Marijke, Puppets for Karaoke Fest, Hollywood Palladium stage props, 1998

My best oil painting in art school, a six by six foot photo-realist depiction of the Oscar Meyer Weinermobile was stolen. At least I had photos too, so I know how you feel. Now that you lived where you could do so, when did you first get a horse? 

Graham Nash had been the producer of The Fool LP since we knew him from England when The Hollies were our clients, and he was Rita Coolidge's boyfriend in '71 or 72. Rita's sister Priscilla was married to Booker T. Jones, and Priscilla and I really got along: we're still very good friends. They had a horse ranch and we came to live there for a while. I got to ride some of their horses there. 

My first horse? It's actually a very sad story. We weren't really well informed about the horse thing and made the mistake of putting my new black and white paint mare in with other horses in a big arena right off the bat. That was a big mistake, horses have herd hierarchy. The next day we found she had been kicked so badly that both her front legs were broken and we had to put her to sleep. A little later I leased an Arabian gelding from a friend of mine and had him for about 12 years. 

Simon and I went our separate ways in 1974, all of the rest of The Fool ended up back in Amsterdam. Barry and Josje remained a couple and had six children together, but Josje died of an aneurism in 1989, very sad. She was my friend since art school. I stayed here in L.A. and later rented horse property in Mission Hills with my second husband, a space program engineer at JPL. It was a nice acre property, with the landlady and her lawyer son living there as well, but I never got to meet him so I had this impression of him as a "suit" because his mother was really straight. We then moved to Riverside horse property where, after a couple of years, this husband left me. I still had my horses, but nowhere to go. 

 Ariadne, the Minoan culture, acrylic on canvas. Says the artist, "I feel like I lived there in another lifetime."
 
I had made friends with a neighbor of the original Mission Hills landlords, and she let me board my horses with her. Every day I used to pass my old place that I used to rent and thought, "God, if only I could live there again" even though it now looked run down.I still had their phone number and called, asking for the landlady. This time her son Don answered saying, "She can't speak to you because she has Alzheimer's. But it's funny that you called because I'm in the process of evicting the tenants there for neglecting it." A few weeks later we met and I got to live there again with my horses, and... 

 Don Dunham, Marijke Koger-Dunham at her SONOS Gallery career retrospective art show, 2012. Photograph: Heather Harris

...with a new romance! (Don Dunham not only is an attorney, but also a musician in the blues-rock band Black Cat, and remains as genial and knowledgeable a fellow as has ever graced both the music and law professions. But is tough enough to win. Don and Marijke remain happily married to this day. Her art of course adorns Black Cat hard copy music releases.) 

 I think a lot of your contemporaries do not make art that is recognizable as a continuity of their style. They get into nostalgia or something they do over and over again or fall over a cliff stylistically by overdoing something radically different. 

Despite others' misguided retro-assessments, I consider your art to be as subversive as punk rock, which is a compliment from me, insofar as that true-to-your-own style continuity while moving forward is so hard to achieve. How do you think you've changed your art approaches, maybe via different medium, different themes? 

At first my technique was flatter, more 2-dimensional. Now it's becoming a little more 3-dimensional. I always want to insert some sort of spiritual thing in the painting, some sort of mystical element, something that will make people think, or symbolism, reflecting the awakening process of mind expansion. Or anything of that sort, because that's what I personally am attracted to. That's what I like to express. That's the continuity, although I may change my approach a little bit. A person may look at my painting and not understand that it's Elijah in his chariot but that's what it is. They can still appreciate it just as a painting.

 Watching rare footage of The Fool at MOCA, Eletrical Banana book signing event, 2012. Photograph: Heather Harris

Just like Grand Opera: you don't understand the language but the feeling still gets through. How did you manage to get your three most recent projects going, your chapter in the art compendium book "Electrical Banana: Masters of Psychedelic Art," your exhibit at the Museum of Contemporary Art, Los Angeles, and your career retrospective show at Sonos Gallery, Hollywood? 

 Don, Marijke, Evita in background at MOCA, Electrical Banana book signing event, 2012. Photograph: Heather Harris














  

The book people contacted me from New York. They eventually sent out a photographer with a large format camera and took shots of whatever paintings they wanted in the book. I didn't hear anything for two years and all of the sudden the book was done. They had a connection with a book professional here who had an association with Imprint Projects, who set up the installation at MOCA.

 
SONOS Gallery career retrospective art show invitations, 2012


















Then another Imprint Projects person wanted to do the SONOS exhibit, so we did. 

That was such a great multi-media event, what with the audio feed of your own music, the feed of the playlist that was heard at Apple Boutique, and of course the live performance by your friend, the mighty Booker T. Jones, (Ed- the instrumental hit "Green Onions" by Booker T. and the M.G.s, plus producer/co-songwriter for Stax artists like Otis Redding and Albert King,) all for your career retrospective from the 1960s through right here, right now.

 Mr. Twister (this author's better half,) Marijke in front of poster of The Beatles wearing Marijke's clothing designs for Magical Mystery Tour, SONOS Gallery career retrospective art show, 2012. Photograph: Heather Harris

For this recent exhibition, most of the stuff they wanted was all that stuff from the past, the '60s. Well, okay, it's a retrospective, but I have paintings I've done in the '70s, in the '80s, in the '90s, in the new century. I had to insist on that. I said that if these three (newer) paintings are not going in there, then I'm not doing it. 

Doors of Perception, acrylic on canvas, 2000. Says the artist, "The evolution of life spirals ever upward."
 
That makes sense. I love "Poseidon" as you know since I bought a print (the correlation of wild horses and the seas as scarcely controllable forces of nature makes sense to me too. Poseidon was god of both.)

Well, they fought me over it. Then I went there a week before it actually opened, and Poseidon is missing! They go, "There's not really room." I said, that painting has to go in there. I got really mad at them, and that's unusual for me to get mad over things like that. In the past, I was always just, 'Okay, whatever.' 

Do they have any other ideas to solidify your legacy? 

I haven't spoken to them this week...

Electrical Banana stated that Michael Butler always had wanted to do a 'Hair' comic book with you. Director Milos Forman succeeded with a decades after the fact film of 'Hair,' and graphic novels are huge now. Is this something you could pursue? 

Yeah, at the time I could have done it but I'm not into it now any more. No, it couldn't possibly be good again, the whole thing of running after a publisher to try to get something, the whole thing is too much of a headache. An agent would make it a lot easier but... Besides, I'm already such a diverse businesswoman in the world! 

 Briar, Danish champion Dressage horse, 2005. Acrylic on board

Before we'd met, Marijke once defeated yours truly in a dressage show at a local boarding ranch which then featured dressage training alongside fine, rough riding trails in the mountains of the Angeles Forest of Southern California. I got to know them when I moved my own horse there.Don and Marijke now keep horses in their own lovely ranchette in one of the remaining 2% of Los Angeles County that's still zoned for horses, despite vast expanses of 100s of 1,000s of undeveloped acres. But one year, these 100s of 1,000s of acres caught on fire, right near where they used to board and where my horse still did. 

In the bone dry summer of 2009, less than a year after the devastating Sayre/Sylmar fire in the same general area, a sadistic arsonist set the Station Fire which burned close to 200,000 acres of the Angele Forest (the entire North East quadrant of gigantic Los Angeles County.) Two firefighters were killed trying to rescue a fire detail crew of inmates who made it though. Giant plumes of smoke resembling mushroom clouds of atomic bombs were seen from Santa Barbara to San Diego (100s of miles) and, according to meteorologists, were formed by similar powers with the ashes rising through the atmosphere. Countless hillside homes were evacuated and lost, and since this was one of 2% of L.A. that allows livestock, countless numbers of horses had to be evacuated immediately. 

The trainers' horses where we boarded were evacuated by same, and first. Trainerless, trailerless and not wanting to wait for the dregs of rescue in a true emergency while driving over to their place before any answer, I called Don and Marijke who had a truck and horse trailer, which I didn't. 

Their answer? Of course they'd help. Picture our drive to the boarding stable, talking our way through police-blockaded bivouacs, hot 70 miles per hour Santa Ana winds howling through the canyon drives, clouds of opaque, choking smoke blinding all drivers, horrific flames of flashpoints and flaming embers burning on each side of the seared road, orange burning hills on fire right over the next ridge. Believe me, it all resembled a huge budget war movie. But real, and we were smack inside it. 

They scooped up my terrified horse (helicopters, sirens, fire engines, police cars, convoys of horse-trailers, water-dropping aircraft, endless smoke etc. are not well tolerated by the hot-blooded equine types like mine) and took him to their home ranch, where he stayed in luxury as if at a horsey spa until the roads were opened and evacuations rescinded, weeks later. In fact he didn't want to leave: re-loading him into their trailer for the trek home proved a difficult operation (re-training immediately ensued after he returned home. In horses as in life, always better safe than sorry.) 

 Marwari Horses of India, 2011. Acrylic on canvas. (Marwari are a rare, Thoroughbred-based horse with unique ears curled like a lyre, reminiscent to Indians as divine cattle horns. They are a very spirited breed.)

I was profuse in expressing my genuine and profound gratitude to Don and Marijke for literally saving my horse's life. "Oh, it's nothing," was Marijke's rejoinder, "I do that for friends." But it most certainly was not "nothing." This was the largest fire the area has ever known, the most destructive, and the most dangerous. Yes, the fire proved that horrific, and that scary. Not all horses made it out alive either. And most people do not necessarily risk their lives for others, no matter how good of friends.

In retrospect, I figured there were composite factors in their derring-do. For one, Don is the consummate good guy, despite his non-music profession. For another, Marijke's vestigial 1960s mindset had kicked in, that generosity of spirit endemic to growing up in those times which still pervades her being and her fine art. There is no cognitive dissonance in the arts: hers remains both highly personal and inclusively universal, depicting better worlds by picturing this one with more vision and skill. It takes an extraordinary person to succeed in art, or life for that matter. She is, and has. No matter where she's lived, it's always been on an Art Street.  

Marijke Koger-Dunham: I was born with it. I can't imagine not drawing or painting. It's part of my personality. Also part of my personality, I never took impositions like "you can't do this and you can't do that." I always did what I wanted no matter what. Because I had nothing to lose.  

With that she thanked me for a painless interview. 

Marijke Koger-Dunham at her SONOS Gallery career retrospective art show, 2012. Photograph: Heather Harris
This Must Stop, artwork adapted to back cover of first CD release by Black Cat, Don Dunham's rock band


This Paraphilia article features a more copious compendium of Marijke Koger-Dunham's work than any prior publication, but you can see even more at her sites, 
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