Defiantly checking me out. " Hey Man, I'm gonna dig up all the dirt...everything... I want to know if you' re gay or straight. If you're on junk..." He threw a list of titles at me to complete as songs.Glasses. (cause I had to wear them.) Fighter (reverse psychology, I suppose) And the Beatle thing. Payments would follow.
1978: Started out sounding like a kid...Prod. Kim Fowley
1981: Still the one. Bigger production by Beatles Arranger: Mark Wirtz
"Bigger than Jesus..." John Lennon quipped to the press. Guess not. Lucy in the Sky. (LSD) Gee, Wally, I hope not. 1968. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Much OLDER, brother Billy brought me home my first Kim Fowley album.
I was busy learning Fake Book guitar chords and crap...distracting. Staying naive. (At fourteen I was into the Beatles and the Stones and Dylan and the Beach Boys--like I should be.) The rumor that Paul is a Dead Man would not circulate for another year...The Fab Four's mindbending Butchered Baby album cover I shrugged off simply as heresay, and John and Yoko's eye-popping TWO VIRGINS, another record Billy procured from hidden and unknown sources, was, for me, mostly (Yer Weird Uncle Johnny's Exhibitionism), and Unlistenable.
I watched as Billy slit the plastic wrapping away aniticipating a new find. We got real quiet.
Kim Fowley: "Outrageous" Stereo LP-IR Imperial Records. Something from Hollywood. Home of Famous Monster's Magazine Man: Forrest J. Ackermann.
Good Lord!
Kim Fowley rock and roll saint on the front. But on back: Something Vile. Hey Bull Dog! The Phantom Poster Man. The Coming Storm. Bound and Chained. Prowling knee deep in antiquity's sludge.
