Last Of The Originals

It's pretty much common knowledge that Johnny Depp took his inspiration for the character of Captain Jack Sparrow from Keith Richards of the Rolling Stones but my son just told me that the late Heath Ledger got his inspiration for his Academy Award winning performance as the Joker in The Dark Knight from singer Tom Waits.

Keith Richards on stage with the Rolling Stones... No, wait,maybe that's 
him as Pirate Captain Teague. Hard to tell...


I saw Tom Waits once as I was parking my car to go to work and he was about to cross the street to visit his manager whose office was on Sunset Blvd. (I assume that's where he was headed). I called out, "Hey Tom, I like your music" and he answered, "Thanks, man," in the exact same voice he uses for singing.

I wasn't kidding either as Closing Time and (Looking For) The Heart Of Saturday Night were two albums I listened to a lot back then. I still do. His haunting beautiful San Diego Serenade always takes me back to my college days at San Diego State even though the only mention of San Diego in that song is in the title and Diamonds On My Windshield seems to be about a drive from San Diego to Hollywood and even mentions a "Duster" which what I drove at the time (a Dodge Duster) so I always like to think he actually wrote that about seeing me on the highway heading home for the weekend.

The job I was going to that day I saw Tom Waits was on an animated movie and one of the background painters, a guy we all called Napoleon, was the illustrator who drew the album cover for Heart Of Saturday Night (a color pencil drawing). Small world.

I wonder how many other actors have based their memorable characters on old rock stars? It goes to show how unique the world of Rock & Roll is, that people from that world are different enough that they make good fictional characters. When the rest of the world is getting homogenized because of national television news and the disappearance of regional accents, it's nice to know the alternate universe of Rock & Roll still has some character and individuality left.


MY Modern Fable

Once upon a time....

There was a little boy (inside a huge, fat, old guy), that was walking down a beautiful forest trail (see below). The little boy stopped at the second bend in the trail leading up to his home (since the old fat guy had to catch his breath) and turned to look back at the trail. 

 The magical trail from the elementary school toward home.

     "What an enchanted forest", thought the boy as he glazed upon the forest woodland. "I wonder if there are any fairies or elves lurking in these woods?" he mused, having once lived in North Hollywood. "Naw, there aren't even any Magic Mushrooms," he realized, disappointed. "I don't know why they call the nearby mountain and local landmark Magic Mountain, there's no Psilocybin or peyote anywhere near it." Although Bathsalts and Heroin seemed prevalent in the surrounding Kingdom.

Once he returned home he saw a tiny blue-gray bunny rabbit with a white cotton tail nibbling on his new front lawn.

     "How cute," he thought. The bunny must have come through the small drainage hole in the wall that separated the front yard of the estate from the back gardens. The cute little bunnies easily hop over the small stone wall and the wrought iron fence into the yard and eat the garden vegetables but really seem to think the new lawn is a delicacy.

The new lawn that took three weeks of laying new sod after tearing down a big Brazilian Pepper Tree whose roots were tearing up the yard then having to take all the old sod to the dump and tear up the roots that made the lawn look like Huckleberry Finn had buried his raft under it and then rototill the soil and remove the rocks and green plastic netting that made the base of the old sod then pressing down the new soil added to the old soil with a big heavy roller filled with water then loading and unloading so much new sod that it took two trips because the weight pressed the truck bed down onto the rear tires so the truck wouldn't move, then lay down dozens of pieces of heavy, awkward sod just to find out later that those CUTE LITTLE BUNNIES PISS WHILE THEY EAT THE GRASS AND HAVE LEFT TONS OF BROWN BURNED OUT URINE SPOTS ALL OVER THE NEW LAWN!

The little boy's wife now calls him Elmer Fudd; "Kill the wabbit, kill the wabbit!"


Greg Piper & The Tooners On Blog Talk Radio With Amy Arkwy

This morning Greg Piper and I are scheduled to be interviewed by Amy Arkawy on Blog Talk Radio. I hope we don't make the listening audience (both of them) as sleepy as we're going to be. The show airs live at noon back east which means our interview will take place at nine in the morning for us.

Amy is going to play a couple tunes from our Rocktasia CD and our newest releases; Drawings From My Mind and Seance and she'll ask what the songs are about. Knowing me and Greg we'll probably make something up on the fly and B.S. our way through. I know we want to draw people to our website (the one you're reading this on) and maybe do a bit of a fundraising drive for our organization, Rock & Roll Rehab - For The Control Of Rock & Roll. We are the poster children for failed rock bands and pathetically committed rock fans, which we play for laughs but I hope we don't come off just sounding depressed and dejected (since we actually are depressed and dejected).

"Ha, Ha.. we're in Rock & Roll Rehab because our families think we're now too old to keep playin' in a rock band... ha, ha..." but the pain is there. Yes, it's there, behind the eyes....

Or maybe we could discuss politics. If that story about the Mayor of San Diego being a huge sleezebag is still hot maybe we could use that as a jumping off point and resort to our old Womanizer routines and sexually harrassed Amy on the air! Priceless! 

I wonder what the wives would think of that?


Charles Swenson Art Show Today

The guy who actually dared to hired me all those years ago at Murakami-Wolf Films, Charles Swenson is part of a show at HaleARTS in Venice on Aug. 9 with Jerry Shevick and Phyllis Stuart. About eight of his Flying Sidecars series will be shown at HaleArt, 2443 Main St., in Venice. Opening Friday night this August 9th, 5:00 to 8:00.

I think that's today.


But many, many days ago... It was a hot summer in the West San Fernando Valley, in fact, it was as west as you can get in the San Fernando Valley, the town of Woodland Hills. I had been driving around the Valley all day on job interviews in a '73 Dodge Duster that didn't have air conditioning. I got home around three in the afternoon and decided it was still early enough to at least call a studio to see if I could arrange an interview. The place I wanted to work most was Murakami-Wolf Films since I saw a TV special titled "Who's Afraid Of Murakami-Wolf? (1972)", so I called them.

To my surprise Chuck Swenson answered my call. I don't actually remember if he answered the phone or if the receptionist put him through but I knew he was one of the guys in charge and not just another production assistant without the power to hire. I reminded him I had called before (regularly as the Employment Development Department required of those receiving Unemployment Insurance checks), and he told me that they we not hiring in the immediate future but that he'd be at the studio until five if I wanted to bring down my portfolio and interview. Since I had just come home and was tired and soaking wet from sweating like a pig in the car and imagining how long it would take to get to Hollywood from Woodland Hills after three o'clock, if I could even make it there before five, and then I'd hit the rush hour drive from Hollywood all the way home, with no air conditioning...
     "Or", he said calmly and matter of factly,"you could go F* yourself."

Right then I knew that was just the place I wanted to work. Actually, I already knew that but now it was confirmed. I drove down right away, showed Chuck the slides of my work, he introduced me to Fred Wolf who complimented my slides and told me they weren't hiring.

Eventually they were hiring and just a day or two after I called Chuck (in desperation and frustration) and calmly claimed I had come into a great deal of money and was no longer interested in employment in the Animation Industry, however, I do love animation so if they ever needed someone to help out in a pinch please feel free to call me," he laughed, Murakami-Wolf hired me as a Key Assistant Animator on the movie The Extraordinary Adventures of the Mouse & his Child.

I'm planning to go to Venice later and see his show. I've visited him at his studio at the old Brewery building in L.A. At least these days my car has air conditioning.



* He didn't say F, he said the whole word.

50 Psychedelic '60s Bands To Hear Before You Die

The following is from a Youtube video of samples of 50 Acid Rock bands you may of never heard before although some like The Electric Prunes, Love, Iron Butterfly, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Quicksilver Messenger Service and The Chocolate Watchband were West Coast bands and had hits in California.


50 Psychedelic Bands To Hear Before You Die.

Afterglow -- Morning. The Animated Egg -- A Love Built On Sand, The Art Of Lovin' -- What The Young Minds Say, Beacon Street Union -- Pack Up, Bow Street Runners -- American Talking Blues
Bread, Love And Dreams -- Masquerade, The Chocolate Watchband -- Medication
Clear Light -- Street Singer. Creation of Sunlight -- Seven Times Infinity, Dantalian's Chariot -- Coffee Song, December's Children --Sweet Talkin' Woman, The Deep Six -- Paint It Black
The Electric Prunes -- I Had Too Much To Dream (Last Night), Elizabeth -- Mary-Anne, Faine Jade -- Cold Winter Sun Symphony in D Major, The Fallen Angels -- Introspective Looking Glass, Flat Earth Society -- Feeling Much Better, The Growing Concern -- Sit Down, I Think I Love You
H.P. Lovecraft -- Mobius Trip, Iron Butterfly -- In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, July -- Dandelion Seeds
Kaleidoscope -- The Sky Children, The Leathercoated Minds -- Kicks, The Litter -- Soul Searchin'
Love -- Signed D.C., The Maze -- I'm So Sad, The Misunderstood -- Children of the Sun
Morgen -- Purple, The Moving Sidewalks -- Crimson Witch, Mystic Siva -- Keep Your Head
N.S.U. -- Turn On, Or Turn Me Down, Nova Local -- Tobacco Road, The Open Mind -- Soul And My Will, Pearls Before Swine -- Another Time, Phluph -- Love Eyes
The Pretty Things -- Balloon Burning, Quicksilver Messenger Service -- Fresh Air,Scrugg -- Wish I Was Five, Second Hand -- Mainliner, The Serpent Power -- Flying Away, The Smoke -- The Hobbit Symphony, Spirits And Worm -- Spirits And Worm, Strawberry Alarm Clock -- The World Is On Fire
The Tea Company -- Make Love Not War, Tomorrow -- Hallucinations, The Travel Agency -- Lonely Seabird, Ultimate Spinach -- Plastic Raincoating, The Underground -- The Warper
Womb -- Conceptions of Reality II, The 13th Floor Elevators -- Reverberation

More great obscure '60s psychedelic bands:

#51 Children Of The Mushroom, #52 Chrysalis, #53 The Human Beinz, #54 Iota, #55 It's A Beautiful Day, #56 The Lollipop Shoppe, #57 Morning Dew, #58 The Music Machine, #59 The Sacred Mushroom, #60 Them, #61 Toad Hall, #62 The United States Of America, #63 Quintessence
#64 The Grass Roots, #65 Skip Bifferty, #66 Twink, #67 The Other Half, #68 The Zoo
#69 The Illusion, #70 Liquid Smoke, #71 The Hunger, #72 Sweet Smoke, #73 Electric Toilet
#74 Gong, #75 Wilde Flowers, #76 Soft Machine, #77 Five Day Week Straw People
#78 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, #79 Country Joe & The Fish
#80 The Red Krayola, #81 The Storybook, #82 Kenny & the Casuals
#83 The Human Expression, #84 The Third Bardo, #85 The Third Ear Band, #86 The Hook
#87 Colours

Sod the numbering!

The Outsiders, Blossom Toes, C.A. Quintet, The Churchills, The Hangmen, Ars Nova, The Comfortable Chair, T*I*M*E, Mourning Dayze, The Hatchers, Fever Tree, Neon Pearl
The Byrds, Andwella's Dream, Mandrake Memorial, The Deviants
The Incredible String Band, Savage Resurrection, Fifty Foot Hose, White Noise, Blues Magoos
The Seeds, Kak, Music Emporium, Fenwyk, Supersister, Bubble Puppy, Bad Seeds
Thursday's Children, American Blues, Zakary Thaks, Mouse and the Traps, Shivas Headband
The Wig, Conqueroo, The Children, Mandrake Memorial, The Great Society, The Leaves
The Castaways, Marmalade, The End, Family, The Third Bardo, The Mystic Tide
Lothar and The Hand People, Mind Garage, Asphalt Mother, Catharsis, The Monks
Bo Grumpus, Aum, We The People, The Collectors, Grass and Wild Strawberries
Amboy Dukes, The Turtles, Cold Sun, Silver Apples, Listening, Mint Tattoo, Eden's Children
The Hobbits, The Marshmallow Steamshovel

Of all these bands I've actually heard 19 and have heard of about half that and actually partied with three. If you happen to have been in one of these bands please leave a comment and tell us of your experience. After the NUGGETS album series I thought I'd heard all the psychedelic bands from the 60s there were to hear but I guess it just goes to show that the past is changing as much as the future.

Only No News Is No News

My liberal wife is watching a video on the Internet of a TV interview from Fox News of an author who has written a history of Jesus. The trouble, as Fox News sees it, is that the author is a Muslim and apparently has some opinions that are not exactly Evangelical Christian. The author keeps politely insisting that his religion shouldn't matter as he has written about many religions in their historical context and that he is in fact a PHD in the History of Religion. He even pulled the old "some of my best friends are Christians" including his wife and all his in-laws.

Why I bring this up is that on first thought you might think why is this guy allowing an interview with FOX NEWS? He knew this was not going to be "fair and balanced". He enters the interview being seen as the enemy for first, being a Muslim and second, for daring to write about Christ.

What the bigger lesson to be learned here is that I and my wife, and whichever of her friends or family sent her the link to the video, got to see this it. Now that many more people know about this guy and his book and I'm even writing about it, although I'm not giving his name as this isn't a PR piece about his new book but about a lesson in Public Relations.

As a musician, or anyone wanting to get press, a antagonizing reporter may seem like a bad idea for an interview. A publication or a news network that you know doesn't like your politics may seem like you're going to be a sacrificial goat and made to look like a fool for the entertainment of their particular viewing audience, but that road travels both ways. This author's supporters and potential fans now know of this interview precisely because it was a bad interview and his message got out to more people who will like what he represents and may even buy his book simply to show support.

If you conduct yourself as a professional, do not get overly defensive or belligerent or angry toward your host no matter how much you're being attacked and insulted, you will have created an effective sales tool for yourself and your product. The only bad news is news of you acting badly.

Sneaky Public Relation

My book of fiction about the Summer of Love in San Francisco in 1967, The Haight, just got released as an Ebook for the Kindle and I wanted to announce this to someone who might give a crap. I went to websites about "Hippies" and left a comment on the page to the effect of "If you like hippies try reading The Haight by Neal Warner". Then I thought that might seem like an abuse of the COMMENTS section on a site as it is blatant advertising so I Googled "Website Etiquette" and found that local radio station KROQ actually had a "Website Etiquette" column on their website. I left the same comment in their COMMENTS box. This way I got my message across to people who are into rock and roll (it's the KROQ website) and it is completely appropriate in that I am asking a question about website etiquette.

Back in the days of my old New Wave band Womanizer we used to place ads in the "singles" sections of local underground newspapers and sex tabloids saying that a new "singles club" or "swinger's club" is meeting and the "password" at the door is "Womanizer". These covert meetings were to take place wherever the band happened to have a gig.

This little ploy worked GREAT! Until our then girlfriends came to our gigs and were mistaken by our new "fans" as willing single swingers who were there not to see the band but to hook up with strangers. On the up side, we also attracted some new female fans who came for the same purpose so our former girlfriends were quickly replaced.

They didn't call us Womanizer for nothing.