The light shows and sounds indicated the influence of dope
on audience and musicians alike. They could no longer be called dances for they
resembled Be-Ins more than the foxtrot shuffles that still predominate in
middle-aged memories. Clubs, like U.F.O. and Middle Earth in London's West End,
used to have all-night sessions, where one could listen, dance, blow bubbles,
eat, sleep, trip, make love or just wander around digging the people. As might
be expected, rip-off club managers began their own enterprises, charging high
prices for music, food and hard liquor. For a time nobody cared, because the
head clubs were community run and one could hear the best in progressive rock
and grin stoned grins at performers who would later be ranked as superstars. A
mixture of police harassment and capitalist economics eventually closed them
down. The political nature of rock music is manifested at a number of levels. Many
groups take explicitly political stands, whilst others make obvious references
in their songs and interviews. The nature of the music industry, however,
sometimes induces an ambivalent stance for, despite the free concerts and the
heavy rhetoric, the record companies are 'only in it for the money'. The M.C.5,
as long as they stayed in Detroit with John Sinclair, were a screaming,
revolutionary band. As soon as they left, they became a teeny bop group with a
mean reputation but without any balls.
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"He had come to hate the world before he was 17 years old."
The
highlight is "Incident on Avenue P" about the 1972 "Dog Day
Afternoon" case. John Wojtowicz was quite a piece of work. A Vietnam vet,
he was gay, recently divorced, unemployed, and convinced he was dying of
cancer. And to top it all off, his boyfriend was badgering him for to fund a
sex change operation. Wojtowicz decided crime was the answer. With two
inexperienced accomplices, he inaugurated his criminal career by holding up the
Bensonhurst branch of Chase Manhattan Bank. Things don't go according to plan.
Within minutes they found themselves with nine hostages, trapped in a bank surrounded
by 50 million cops, reporters, and spectators. After a 12 hour standoff, during
which John answered the phone and talked to cops, reporters, relatives, and
cranks (one repeat caller kept advising him to "Kill them all"), the
cops lured them out with the promise of a plane at JFK. The police thoughtfully
provided John & the crew with a limousine, complete with FBI agent for a
chauffeur. The drive to JFK was uneventful. And there it was, the promised
plane, all ready to go. Unfortunately, this sight made John and accomplice Sal
Naturile relax just enough for the driver to pull out a carefully hidden gun
and blow Sal away while agents outside grabbed John.
one of the sickest books ever written, or fiendishly clever propaganda?
pdf (36 pages / 52 MB)
"She was dirt ... and hungry and cheap and demanding.
But it didn't matter. She was all these things, and I know it, but she was much
more, too. When she came up to me that first time her mouth making little squirming
noises, I knew she was all I ever wanted. She wasn't beautiful, like the movie
dolls are beautiful, but she had more of what it takes to be a woman than
anyone I had ever seen before. She was pure, raw sex."
Sin Pit by Paul S. Meskil (Lion Books #98, PBO March 1954) is 127 pages of gut-churning crime intensity, one of the toughest, most twisted, hardboiled police procedural novels you'll ever read. A case more twisted than you'd think Lion Books or any 1954 crime paperback would dare publish. The case concerns what twists into a lesbian S&M whipping case between Grace and the murdered girl Randy. See, it appears Grace's gambler "husband" just liked to 'watch the special goings on in their basement S&M chamber between the two women.'
Sin Pit by Paul S. Meskil (Lion Books #98, PBO March 1954) is 127 pages of gut-churning crime intensity, one of the toughest, most twisted, hardboiled police procedural novels you'll ever read. A case more twisted than you'd think Lion Books or any 1954 crime paperback would dare publish. The case concerns what twists into a lesbian S&M whipping case between Grace and the murdered girl Randy. See, it appears Grace's gambler "husband" just liked to 'watch the special goings on in their basement S&M chamber between the two women.'
What marijuana can do - turn a normal person into an abnormal deviate
pdf (36 pages / 43 MB)
"Corrupt literature is doing more today for the disruption of
domestic life than any other cause. Elopements; marital intrigues; sly
correspondence; fictitious names given at post office windows; clandestine
meetings in parks, and at ferry gates, and in hotel parlors; and conjugal perjuries
are among the damnable results. There is always something suspicious about a
bad book. I never knew an exception something suspicious in the index or style
of illustration. This venomous reptile almost always carries a warning rattle. Leprous
books! Scout your house to find out whether there are any of these adders
coiled on your parlor center table, or coiled amid the toilet set on the
dressing table. I adjure you before the sun goes down to explore your family
library with an inexorable scrutiny. Remember that the bad book or bad picture
may do the work for eternity."
mod meets pub meets glam meets Johnny Burnette power-chord din
“Have you had it with Bobby Sherman, Cat Stevens, James
Taylor, The Carpenters, Crosby, Stills & Nash, Chicago??? Are you sick and
tired of all these sex-less, whitewashed, psychedelic pop-shit groups???? …if
so, why doncha subscribe to Rollin’ Rock Magazine and dig some of that wild,
crazy, juicy, greasy, all-American rock and roll music!!!!!”
“Dear WTTS, Just received the first 43 issues of
Who Took The Shelves, and I had to let you know how excited I am. Your mag sure
does fill a void, not only in being a magazine by and for methed-up lunatics
like me, but in being chock full of some of the most interesting pornography on
the scene today… by any chance would you be interested in a 72-page article on
Question Mark & The Mysterians? – Lester Bangs El Cajon CA”
makin' out, dancin' the frug, the swim and the mashed potatoes
pdf (56 pages / 132 MB), with many thanks to the original sharer
Things went from 35mm to the full 70mm in issue
15 with 'Mutant Monster Beach Party'. It was filmed in photographs and featured
Debbie Harry as The Beach Bunny and Joey Ramone as the surfer boy. "Joey
helped write scenes in 'Mutant Monster Beach Party' he wrote the scene where a
UFO picks him up and takes him to the bikers. He also wrote some of the lyrics for
the theme song. He ended up using them later on in Danny Says, 'You can't go
surfing because it is twenty below." This example of paper cinema featured
a host of guest stars appearing as themselves, including Andy Warhol, John Cale,
Lester Bangs and various members of Blondie, the Patti Smith Group, Dictators
and Voidoids. Great fun, although it totally bombed when it came to sales. "'Monster
Mutant Beach Party' pretty much put us out of business. Both photo story issues
were our worst sellers. We put them out there and nobody bought them. They are
our most popular issues now, but at the time they were too radical even for our
readers."
A weird release, recorded gawd knows when, where or by whom
pdfs of issues 1-3, with thanks to the original sharer
"What about my pay?" asked the young singer
on being fired after a month with the band. "You owe me for room rent and
food; what pay?" retorted the bandleader. The young singer was Ruth Weston,
later to become one of the Atlantic label's biggest stars as Ruth Brown,
despite the bandleader's judgement that, "She couldn't sing anyway!" The
bandleader was Lucky Millinder, who through stories such as the one described
above, earned a reputation second only to Jimmie Lunceford for being one of the
strictest and tightfisted of the black big band leaders.
This side has a flute solo but don't let that put you off!
pdf, with thanks to the original sharer
The
late Chuck Willis, another favourite, was responsible for inspiring Jay to wear
a turban on stage and Jay was present at the drinking session the night Willis
died. He is of the opinion, that five whiskies was instrumental in causing
Chuck's death rather than a totally accidental car crash … When Jay was on
Apollo, label-mate Solomon Burke used to be billed as "The fourteen year old
Wonder Boy" … Jay once gave the Drifters (his pall-bearers) explicit
instructions on how his coffin lid was to be fastened so that he could leap out
with his spell routine but the Drifters locked him in on purpose..... A similar
tale of a more unfortunate nature occurred when Larry Williams was responsible
for interring Jay in his coffin together with a monkey. Excited monkeys are prone
to bowel-failure; enough said!
frantically screaming, hips and hair swinging, pure emotional raving
pdfs of 100+ issues,
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This record came out in '51, called K. C. Loving, and it was
dirty, and it was banned from the air, so then, after things got going pretty
good, I picked up on the song and I just happened to sing it to the audience
one night, and they dug it, you know?; well it's just about like it is today,
all these dirty records that's out now, but at that time they wouldn't let you
play that kind of thing. So after I left Florida and came to New York City, and
did this thing, I cleaned it up and I named it Kansas City, & then I
changed some of the words round and put my beat to it. I don't know if you ever
heard it by Little Willie Littlefield, but it was nothing like the one that I
did, and if I had been with the right people at the time I could have got part
credit for writing it. Leiber & Stoller bought it from a wino - even Little
Willie didn't write it. This guy wanted to get to some wine, and he sold it for
$50.00
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