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Movie Outcasts: The Making of Easy Rider - BBC Radio 4. 11.30am -
12Mid-day
Former Monkee Micky Dolenz looks at the making of classic road movie
Easy Rider, which was produced by Bert Schneider and Bob Rafelson, the
same pair who oversaw the production of the Monkees' TV show.
Featuring interviews with Peter Trok, Henry Jaglom, Karen Black and
Jim Frawley
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> 12Mid-day
> Former Monkee Micky Dolenz looks at the making of classic road movie
> Easy Rider, which was produced by Bert Schneider and Bob Rafelson, the
> same pair who oversaw the production of the Monkees' TV show.
> Featuring interviews with Peter Trok, Henry Jaglom, Karen Black and
> Jim Frawley
Sounds interesting although this Peter Trok fellow may be someone they
shouldn't have interviewed. Always a bad case of sour grapes and very
much a malcontent! Complained and complained about constantly being
taken for the other Peter, whose last name involved the same letters,
just the R & O reversed. He once claimed he could sing better than
Peter Tork and then proceeded to do so. You never saw so many rotten
tomatoes and rotten eggs in your life! Three people had pet skunks and
they tossed them at Trok. Of course, the skunks having been riled, let
loose with their unpleasant scent and Trok was caught in the mist all
over his body and heavily in the face. He was screaming, trying to rub
the skunk scent out of his eyes and stumbling around and barely missed
being hit by a grand piano that a 90 year old nearly blind and
slightly deaf woman in an apartment complex somehow managed to hurl at
Trok. The police arrived at the scene of the disturbance but couldn't
even get near Trok because of the smell. The hazmat crew of the local
fire department was called in to take charge and rid Trok of his
smell. Once in jail and allowed his one phone call, he called on his
old friend, Bob Rafelson, to come bail him out. "Sure thing,"
Rafelson replied. Bob's secretary immediately starting making the
preparations but Rafelson waved her off. "No, don't worry about it,"
he replied. "That cranky old s.o.b. owes me twenty five thousand
dollars! Let him rot in jail, the swine!" And Trok's been angry at
Rafelson ever since.
The
Peter Monster Trok and he's teamed with Mike NoSmith and Micky Donut
and they are going to tour in a show called Hey, Hey We Are Not The
Monkees. It's gonna be huge...especially if they can get Davy Joan on
board. Are you gonna go see it?
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Only if they managed to Davy Joan on board, although last I heard of
him, her name was now Daphney Joan!
The
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> Only if they managed to Davy Joan on board, although last I heard of
> him, her name was now Daphney Joan!
What?! I had no idea! Merde!
Ron Fowler
McCarthey, George's harry son, and Richard Starkist.
The
Roger Talltree.
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> > him, her name was now Daphney Joan!
>
> What?! I had no idea! Merde!
An unsubstantiated rumor has it that Rafelson as a gag arranged a
blind date for Trok with Daphney. Joan was in on the gag but during
the course of the date, Trok and Joan got smashing drunk together and
next thing you know, Trok had bedded Joan.
The next morning, the seriously hung over pair woke up and Trok asked
Joan if she was going to be at the show. "Of course!" Joan replied.
"What makes you think I'd skip out on a gig to be with NoSmith and
Donut as well as yourself, mate?" Trok was the more groggier of the
two and mumbled a "Great! See you there."
Four hours later, Trok's eyes bulged wide open in shock as he realized
who his bed partner had been. "Oh no!" He gasped and then he cried the
rest of the day. And just when he had come to accept that he had slept
with his former bandmate, Joan called him on the phone.
Now what, he wondered. He really wasn't in the mood to ever talk with
Joan again, but he thought he'd be a little civil to her.
"I've got some news, Trok," Joan said.
"What kind of news?"
"The rabbit died!" And so it was that Trok awakened three weeks later
in the hospital bed to learn he'd had a heart attack. NoSmith and
Donut dropped by to see him. Trok, not wanting to bring up the
expecting Ms. Joan, hoped NoSmith and Donut likewise wouldn't bring up
Joan. But, his hopes too high, Trok shuddered as NoSmith and Donus
congratulated Trok on his expected fatherhood. He suffered a relapse
and following that recovery, was moved to a home health care center
where he'd spent the next couple of years convalescing.
Meanwhile...
Daphney ran into Rafelson. "Hey, Daphney!" said Bob. "Yer lookin'
good!' Daphney soaked in the compliment.
"The same for you," smiled Daphney.
"By the way, Daph, did you ever tell Trok it was all just a joke?"
"Are you kiddin'?" Daphney shot back. "Not after his two heart
attacks. I had to rent a couple of infants from some people I know to
pass off as mine and Trok's kids. I don't want to tell him it was all
just a gag."
"Well...," Bob started to reply.
"Yeah," Daphney said, cutting Rafelson off to the quick. "I've got to
go pick up the kids. Trok's visitation rights are up and the real
parents are wanting their kids back."
Rafelson wished a good one to Daphney and mused to himself, "I
couldn't even begin to dream this stuff up, not even by smoking pot or
taking LSD!" Then, he laughed long and loud over the joke. "Poor
Trok," he thought, "one of these days, I'll have to confess to him
what I done. But, not before we're both too old and at death's
doorstep. Trok might just shoot me and Daphney over the gag!"
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> I personally would like to see them open for The Hoo. I really like
> Roger Talltree.
Count me as a fan of John Bentwhistle and Keith Afternoon but not Pete
Townesrent. He's made a career out of using the same three guitar
chords but the critics have never caught on because he either plays it
too loud or he plays it too clumsily. Sometimes both. He and Lemon and
NoSmith along with Keith Richb*st*rd played together at a bar in L.A.
in the 60s and the four barely escaped with their lives after
Richb*st*rd intentionally torched the drum kit of NoSmith's buddy,
Johnny Underwear. It was meant as a symbolic gesture but Richb*st*rd
burned down the club, resulting in one of NoSmith's classics, "Days of
My Nights." Unfortunately, Richb*st*rd ended up being barred for the
better part of two decades, forcing the breakup of his group, the
Rolling Papers. Mick Jagged still isn't speaking to any of them
The
liked them even better than my once favorite band, Guns and Rosie
O'Donnell.
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> liked them even better than my once favorite band, Guns and Rosie
> O'Donnell.
Oh, I remember Guns and Rosie O'Donnell. They did that disastrous tour
with Johnny Mash and Willie Felon. The country audience just didn't go
for Guns and Rosie O'Donnell, particularly when the band started
flipping their middle fingers to the audience and dedicating their
song, "Don't Like Us? Well, Screw You Then." Mash and Felon laughed
themselves silly watching the audience reaction to the band but
stopped laughing when all of the audience members in several cities
walked out enmasse. Mash and Felon hated to let Guns and Rosie O'
Donnell (which sounds like it could be a real group) go but they
couldn't allow any further walk outs. They brought in WailOn Gennings
and Kiss Kistoffermyson as replacements but then never made any
further shows. They partied loud and hearty in one of Felon's hotel
rooms and are still there, ten years later, partying loud and hearty.
Oh, and they brought in the Beagles. Every night you can hear them all
singing the same line, "you can check out any time you like, but you
can never leave." With Felon and his parties, you have such a good
time, you lose track of time. But, hey, it's worth it!
The
They were my favorite band when I used to go roller skating in Malibu
and I would listen to them on my Walkman. I love every member of that
band, especially their Asian drummer Don Hen Lee. He rocks. You know
who else I like to listen to when I skate? That guy who sang "Night
Moves"...what was his name...Bob Cigar. I love him. And also Tina
Turner Overdrive. Taking Care of Business! Right on! Every day!
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Oh my yes. I remember when Bob Cigar opened for Paul Reverse and the
Traders. Reverse was always slightly rude to Cigar. Personal jealousy
because Cigar kept getting the better reviews. And I remember when the
Tina Turner Overdrive toured with Fleetwood Jack. Stevie Bucks of FJ
was so high on one occasion that she appeared with TTO by mistake and
sang everyone's hits but her own. The audience didn't mind it however;
they were more stoned than she was, and that included several members
of security, many of them off duty policemen moonlighting who mooned
the audience. But, they couldn't top little Stevie: she brought down
the house with her rendition of the TTO classic, "Lookin' Out My
Backyard For Me." That last note she hit on that song was just so high
that it was inaudible to the people at the show. But, the dogs within
a twenty mile radius heard it and yelped straight for three days --
the ones that survived, that is. That twenty mile radius also included
thousands of houses with windows shattered.
Poor Stevie was so beside herself she flew to Paris after the tour was
over, checked herself into rehab and snorted her way through a month's
supply of what she thought was cocaine but which was powdered sugar.
Unfortunately, Stevie had been beaten to the rehab center by Keith
Richb*st*rd, who used up a whole year's worth of coke in a three hour
period. Afterwards, rehab personnel were a little nervous about
approaching Richb*st*rd, none too sure as to how coherent he was after
all the coke.
However, when Paris Bilkem stopped by to visit a friend, Richb*st*rd
read her the riot act on her behavior, for conduct unbecoming a
nontalent celebrity. The rehab personnel were really concerned then
with Richb*st*rd acting like a school headmaster. They quickly got
Bilkem out of the center and strapped Richb*st*rd in for as long as it
took him to become his weird self. They couldn't have him acting like
a normal person -- they had their reputation to think about. Why, what
would people think about a rehab center known for giving the
celebrities the drugs they craved rather than cutting them off of the
drugs? The celebrities paid out millions for a stay in the center to
have all the drugs they could take without going off the deep end or
dying. Richb*st*rd scared them silly because he was so far off the
deep end that he was in a deep abyss. He also looked to be more than
five thousand years old, leading some to believe his tolerance factor
for the drugs was off the scale.
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celebrity inside scoop. Do you have any inside scoop on The Lead
Zepplin? I love The Lead Zepplin. I love The Journey too. That Steve
Fairy is adorable. I like The Heart too. She can sing! She sings that
wild song: "When the real thing don't do the trick/You better make up
something quick/ You gonna burn burn burn burn burn burn/Burn it to
the wick/ Aren't you/ Bare your cooter"
I also like The Deaf Leopards. But that is a weird name for a band.
Why would a leopard be deaf? From the music? Oh ha ha.
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> celebrity inside scoop. Do you have any inside scoop on The Lead
> Zepplin? I love The Lead Zepplin. I love The Journey too. That Steve
> Fairy is adorable. I like The Heart too. �She can sing! She sings that
> wild song: "When the real thing don't do the trick/You better make up
> something quick/ You gonna burn burn burn burn burn burn/Burn it to
> the wick/ Aren't you/ Bare your cooter"
No, I work for the National Bonfire and my more bawdy side, Rustler.
As to the Lead Zepplin, Jimmy Rage and Robert Implant are at an
impasse now regarding whether or not to stay with their current record
company, Blimp or start up their often talked about record label,
Downed Goose (the NB will give you 7-2 odds for Blimp and 350-1 odds
for Downed Goose), The other members of the group, John Paul Joan (he
swears no relation to Daphney although the NB will be running a story
here in a few weeks which reveals they are secretly related to Dow
Joan) and John Cannedham are sitting it out on a pointed fence (ouch!)
wishing Rage and Implant would make up their minds. That fence is
getting to be most uncomfortable for them.
No news to report on The Journey, not since Fairy's traffic accident
three months back. He was only supposed to have been out of the music
scene for a month but the other members of The Journey believe he is
taking a powder and exiting from the group. They placed an ad in
Rolling Strain for a new lead singer but got no takers and no offers.
However, The Heart sisters, Dan and Quincy Wilton (I always get them
mixed up) are working with their secret cousins in the Bleach Boys,
Brain, Carol and Dented Wilton on a secret hush-hush project to rid
the Bleach Boys of their despised other cousin, Mike Fright after
Fright's year long hassling of Al Sardine over whether or not he could
use the Bleach Boys name while the others took the year off. During
that time, Fright acquired the group name and refused to let anyone
except his parents use the name. The Wiltons and Sardine are recording
a new album together and Fright is trying to find out what studio they
are using so he can seek restraining orders against all of them,
preventing them from working together and working without him. Family
politics can be more vicious than real politics.
John Forgery of Credible Clearheaded Reunion told Rolling Strain
there's no reunion planned for the Reunion for the foreseeable future.
Forgery is still bitter over the fact that he finally allowed Stewed
Crook and Dough Clipboard to write songs for the last Reunion album,
"Maudie's Grass" and they showed him up by having better songs. He
says the group will only reform when they realize they're not supposed
to outshine him. He's the star, he's the leader, he's got the hair,
he's got the teeth. After all, he wrote the hits like "Proud Larry,"
"Bad Goon Rising," "Who'll Stop Lorraine," "Have You Ever Seen
Lorraine" (the man is fixed on her for some reason), "Travelin' Hand"
and the immortal immoral, "Sweet Butch Biker."
> I also like The Deaf Leopards. But that is a weird name for a band.
> Why would a leopard be deaf? From the music? Oh ha ha.
Only if the leopards happened to listen to Grand Punk Mailtoad, an act
specializing in loud, banal and painfully long message rock songs.
Narc Farmer, Grand Punk's guitarist and chief songwriter and former
police officer from Detroit feels it's his moral duty to set the youth
of America straight. "They listen to me," he told me in an interview
for Rustler. "I can say the same things to them that their moms and
dads would say but the difference is, they don't shut me off the way
they do their moms and dads. I'm subliminal. They listen to me and
think, 'hey, he's my bro' -- I gotta trust him on this." And he
laughed, adding, "Have I got them fooled!"
Unfortunately, Farmer was more than a little annoyed and angry when
the comments appeared in Rustler. "Dude, why'd'ja wanna go and out me
like that?" When I inquired as to what he was talking about, he said,
"You've blown my cover! Now, the kids are shutting Grand Punk down.
They ain't a buying our records no more. I'm gonna have to sell my
guitar, go work in a factory and get laid off and have my wife sign up
for food stamps and medical aid. I had an easy life until you had that
story printed in Rustler, which all the kids read because their
parents tell them not to. The record company booted us from the label.
We'll never work in Hollywood again."
Poor, self pitying, narcisstic Narc. I reminded him when I interviewed
him that I was writing the article and interview for Rustler and that
they have a policy that they print every comment verbatim unless they
receive a request for certain comments to be excluded. "You didn't
tell me that!" whined Narc. I reminded him I did, although I had to
produce the tape showing that I did. "Why can't you be like my pal
Nixon, with that eighteen minute gap? That way, I could sue you for
libelin' me."
I finally had to put a stop to Narc's self pitying. "Look Narc," I
said, "you brought everything on yourself. That's what you get when
you're passing yourself as real but you're all plastic. If it wasn't
me, it would've been someone else who did you in." His reply was
garbled but I told him I had some other news for him from Rustler.
"Great! Are they going to print a retraction?" He sounded downright
cheerful. "Far from it, Narc." I replied. "You get the dubious
distinction of being their Butthead of the Month for a whole year!"
I've heard men scream but his was the most unholiest scream I'd ever
heard.
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catalog . "Who'll Stop Lorraine," is a classic song that will live in
the hearts of all rock fans for all time. Have you ever noticed how
many people have written about Lorraine? It's astonishing. I don't
mean to make any insinuations ( well, actually I do) but that bit**
gets around. Think about it : Those two guys from England, The
Eurythmics, sang "Here Comes Lorraine Again". And she even makes
people write crazy, nonsense songs about her. Even that lady singer
from the 50s, Nell Sedaka, did it! She wrote "Laughter In
Lorraine" (which just makes NO sense at all). Even that country
singer...the real young guy...Wily Nelson? "Blue Eyes Crying In
Lorraine." Makes no sense EITHER. I'm not even going to comment on
"Purr Pull Lorraine" by Prince or "Somewhere Over Lorraine's Bow". At
least Rob Dylan's "Hard Lorraine's Gonna Fall" makes some sense. She's
hard and she's going to fall. He's such a great songwriter.
Talking about Nell Sedaka makes me remember how many great female
singers there are. My faves are Jan Baez and Johnny Mitchell and Judy
Crawlings. Hey they all start with "J". That might mean something.
But I also like Saline Dion.
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> catalog . "Who'll Stop Lorraine," is a classic song that will live in
> the hearts of all rock fans for all time. Have you ever noticed how
> many people have written about Lorraine? It's astonishing. I don't
> mean to make any insinuations ( well, actually I do) but that bit**
> gets around. �Think �about it : Those two guys from England, The
> Eurythmics, sang "Here Comes Lorraine Again". And she even makes
> people write crazy, nonsense songs about her. Even that lady singer
> from the 50s, Nell Sedaka, did it! She wrote "Laughter In
> Lorraine" (which just makes NO sense at all). Even that country
> singer...the real young guy...Wily Nelson? "Blue Eyes Crying In
> Lorraine." Makes no sense EITHER. I'm not even going to comment on
> "Purr Pull Lorraine" by Prince or "Somewhere Over Lorraine's Bow". At
> least Rob Dylan's "Hard Lorraine's Gonna Fall" makes some sense. She's
> hard and she's going to fall. He's such a great songwriter.
Lorraine turns up again in Rob Dylan's "Lorraine Belongs to Me" and
Michael NoSmith's Top 30 hit from 1970, "Lorraine." Lorraine, I think
must be the groupie champ, the star collector of all time. Her
conquest of many of the music stars and her influence on them makes
her one of the legendary characters of all time. She even had the good
sense to take a pass on Hans Wentner, publisher and editor of Rolling
Strain. It's said that the reason Hans turned gay was because of
Lorraine's refusal to have anything to do with him because he disliked
many of the artists she's been associated with. That even included
Linda Runandstand and Olivia Fig Newton; there were always a few
rumors about Lorraine and her association with Runandstand and Fig
Newton although all three ladies disavowed any sexual conquests. Even
Dolly Pardon was rumored to have been a sexual conquest of Lorraine
although Pardon replied with a terse "I don't think so! And don't ask
me that question again or anything about Lorraine!" when asked about
Lorraine. It would seem Lorraine does have some enemies within the
music industry but there seems to be no doubt that she has more
friends.
> Talking about Nell Sedaka makes me remember how many great female
> singers there are. My faves are Jan Baez and Johnny Mitchell and Judy
> Crawlings. Hey they all start with "J". That might mean something.
> But I also like Saline Dion.
Saline is a moneymaker, even though she now appears to be on a
downhill slide. Her Vegas contract giving her $600 million so outraged
Wayne Neuter, the king of Vegas, that he pulled out of Vegas and took
his act to Branson. Carole Sing and Marly Simon both wrote songs for
Saline but were among the group of well known songwriters outraged by
the demands of Saline and her husband, that they give up part of their
publishing royalties in exchange for Saline doing their songs. Marly
immediately replied back with a telegram reading: "Hell no! Not one
cent for tribute! I won't give up anything in return for you recording
my song. Return my demo through my agent." Marly's telegram was a
little premature as when all of the other well known songwriters
replied back, Saline was left with few choices: give in and record
their songs or put the squeeze on more unknown songwriters. Saline's
record company was pressuring her to get the album out so as to
capitalize on the demand for Saline product. Saline capitulated
although she told her label to take their time paying Sing and all the
other well known songwriters. People believe Saline is a nice person
but the reality is she's such an icy person, she makes Lorraine
Helmsley (another Lorraine) look like a saint by comparison.
