🧨 4-18-24 5:26 pm - Herez the last part should b Qed up (19:41)!

🧨 4-18-24 4:55 pm - Oh, wow therez a part 3!

🧨 4-18-24 4:45 pm - Never saw this before...

I never met this dude, but I named my band after his Anti-Elvis lyric.

🧨 4-18-24 3:55 pm - Been meanin ta put this up fer a while now.

Just found out he died in February. 😔 🥀

🧨 4-18-24 4:41 am - Xavier waz in Motorcycle Boy.

I didn't play with him at this gig at Mercury Lounge.

Randomly found this by sticking my hand in one a these giant boxes 📦.

He didn't come with the NYC line up, but he did show up and work with me at Bleecker Bobz fer a little while.

I guess he had enuff xperience.

Him and El Duce worked at The Rock Shop.

I member one nite at Gaslight drunkenly dedicating a song to "all the boyz at The R-r-r-ock Shop." video tk

The Rock Shop waz located at...6666 Hollywood Blvd.

A course.

Eldon waz doing this thing at Cathay.

He would set up this little table with a mic with Mike Brennan who ran the Cathay and called it "The Cold Seat."

It was his verzhun of "The Hot Seat" with Wally George on KDOC channel 56. 📺

Yep.

It waz on UHF.

I sed ta him one day, az I waz a rabid fan of that show, "Why don't u just go on it?"

He looked at me innocently. "I-I...don't know how ta do that."

Me, bein the brainz a the outfit made a phone call.

The rest is history.

I think Dave Herman a the Weekly joined us in this escapade.

🧨 4-17-24 6:33 pm - This iz wot I looked like before I got in the tub.

I think we'd all been out ta dinner 🍽 er somethin.

Made good use a that boa.

My cigarette 🚬 iz backwardz 🤪.

I hope I didn't lite it like that. 😝

Herez a larger version.

🧨 4-17-24 4:50 pm - Been workin 🔧 on theze fer a while now.

I love ♥ ta see them come ta life 🌼.

Dunked my awesome doo.

The Spyder ring 🕷 💍 iz in this one too.

Herez a smaller version.

🧨 4-16-24 6:28 pm - I remember the flowerz. 🌸 🌸 🌸

Couldn't remember if they were purple er pink cuz there r some a theze treez that sprout these flowerz around here.

Still don't know the namez of em.

Kinda don't wanna know.

Well, they waz pink and had just popped up.

Everywhere.

The sidewalk was a carpet a pink.

Comforting.

But 2001 wazn't done with me yet.

This foreshadowing shot waz on that roll.

🧨 4-16-24 5:47 pm - Like I sed somewhere here, I started getting inta fotografy.

Two weex later I waz wanderin around in a stupor takin fotos of garbage and ratz and wotnot.

This piece a newzpaper 🗞 attached itself ta my foot 🦶.

I looked down and this iz wot it waz.

U can see how poor I waz at this time.

My shoez 👟 👟 are falling apart.

Bleecker Bob didn't pay all that much but enuff ta survive anywayz.

🧨 4-16-24 4:56 pm - Herez one a The Ratonettes songz I did.

I'm singin (obviously) and playin guitar and bass on this.

🧨 4-16-24 3:52 pm - If I thought 2000 waz ruff, 2001 sed hold my beer.

I waz really "outta sortz" yesterday.

Mystifyed as ta why.

Knew wot day it waz.

Tax day iz kinda hard ta ferget.

Kaya called me and told me around three in the afternoon.

🧨 4-16-24 1:30 am - Awrite number 3 in this seriez.

Seemz the soap bar in the corner a the tub confirmz itz the MGM Grand.

Two more ta go!

🧨 4-15-24 1:11 am - Escaped ta South Carolina and hung out with Joeyz backing band.

It waz really beautiful.

I wandered off inta the woodz...

🧨 4-15-24 12:48 am - Here iz the cardboard flyer from the Motorcycle Boy gig we did at Life in NYC.

(This iz not a picture a me.) 🤪

🧨 4-14-24 2:56 am - Here iz a rando Teaszer gig.

🧨 4-12-24 4:56 am - Well, itz been a long day.

This site is getting really big.

The more linx I add the more of a labrinth it haz become.

It haz life of itz own so...

I installed an arrow so you can follow linx and go back, if that makez sense.

Tried ta get really fancy but waz afraid I waz gonna destroy everything.

Next doctoring will be to make it more lightweight az itz getting heavy and found a kewl way ta do it so it should load a lot quicker, but will take a little time.

Gonna pass out now...

🧨 4-10-24 11:51 pm - Well, here iz the second 📷 a four er five more a me in the bathtub 🛀 🙄. tk

Using my newly found Nancy Drew skillz 🔎 I deduced this iz at The MGM Grand 🏨 in Las Vegas 🏜.

The ashtray waz my best clue 🚬.

You can see the Spyder ring 🕷 💍 Jimmy gave me on the side a the tub 🛁 in these first two shotz 📷 📷. I took it off 🖐 so it wouldn't drown 🌊 🤿.

🧨 4-10-24 3:08 am - I like tempting fate 🎲 by sticking my hand 🖐 in theze giant boxez 📦.

Pulled this out.

This iz the back of a ✉.

Itz a set list from one a Joeyz showz at Cuntinental.

Most likely the St. Patrix Day ☘ show where I got in a fite 🥊.

Therez two peoplez writing on it. 🖊

Prolly Will from the backing band, and I think the ink 🖊 stuff iz mebe Joey.

"Rockaway Beatch" 😆

No idea what On the Beach waz...

Had ta look up Serenity...

Don't remember this song...

I waz bizzy beating the fuck outta some chick and hi on the five shotz a tekila 🥃 🥃 🥃 🥃 🥃 Joeyz brother got me, so...

Found some footage a the show yesterday. tk

🧨 4-9-24 4:24 am - Found this song by my frenz Motorcycle Boy. 🏍

Itz pretty Hilarious. 😆

🧨 4-9-24 4:05 am - Yup, I went ta Vegas with my roommate from Sweetzer.

It waz a weird trip, she set me up with some dude that waz a total weirdo.

I just stayed in the room avoiding the whole situation.

I liked the 🛀 and languished about in there.

Therez four or five more 📷 a this stuff. tk

Check out my tough girl 🏍 crash scar.

Here's a smaller size of it.
(I couldn't decide...)

🧨 4-8-24 6:04 pm - Found this rando picture of Motorcycle Boy with Francois wearing hiz now my shirt. 👕 😃

L - R: (Don't know) - Kenny Toy Boy - Francois - Xavier.

🧨 4-7-24 10:58 pm - This waz the surprize gig at Gaslight. 🤩

Yup!

It waz with Motorcycle Boy! 🏍

🧨 UPDATED 4-7-24 9:42 pm - Well, it's taken me alotta time to do this picture.

Itz a b&w polaroid and waz covered with all kindz a crap.

I worked at Hollywood Center Studioz on Las Palmas fer a while.

My boss asked me if I knew any good bandz ta play their Halloween party. 🎃 🎉

So I got theze guyz.

They gave us free costume rentalz at Western Costume which waz down the street next ta Paramount on Melrose at the time.

We could get anything we wanted so I came as some kinda 1800s wild west hooker or something.

Spyder really liked it. 👀

Here iz my fren Timmy modeling it while we return it.

This is on one a the sound stagez. 📣

Mr. Ed, Green Acrez, The Beverly Hillbilliez and the Adamz Family all filmed there, so this might be one of thoze. 📺

Those are all my favorite shows!

L - R: Eddie Betos, Spyder Mittleman, Jimmy Roberts, Will McGregor, Tony Gilkyson, Chuck E. Weiss

You can't see Jerry Angel on drumz behind the sax playerz.)

🧨 4-3-24 12:17 pm - I did not know this.

No wonder I like this song!

Billy wrote it and played on it!

Herez another Dave Edmunds song. 🎧

I went in Dobbsz' "office" one nite.

It waz a closet r something and he waz talkin ta Dave Edmundz and I think they tole me ta get out.

I waz most likely pretty fucked up and whined and admonished them with "WHY? Are you talking about something im POR tant?"

They said yes.

🌹 3-30-24 8:06 pm - This is outside Sun Mountain in the West Village.

The mouse slept in a drawer in my room at the Hastings.

Spyder was horrified.

Here's another picture of my mouse.

(Ma fangz haven't even grown in yet!)

Still have ta clean all the punk rock grime off this one, but am impatient and going crazy trying ta edit this stuff.

Here I am on a smoke break.

My lips are all swollen from kissing all night.
I got grilled pretty hard on who I'd been with
as it was pretty obvious someone had fucked the hell out of me.

Quake used ta take me on walking tours.

We'd walk around these scary alleys and crazy nowhere places.

Lots of adventures.

He was a great pal.

I was living on St. Andrews, not far from the club in a basement apartment, and Quake would visit at all hours, jumping through the window when he needed a place ta crash.

He was always a gentleman.

I found in my journal he left three bracelets.

I have had these three bracelets forever and wondered if they were his 'cause they were made for a giant.

Now I know they were his.

I'll put them up here soon.

It took Bernie AND Donny Popejoy ta peel me off and stop me from killing this fucking idiot guitar player I had left cuz he was playing me like a yo yo.

I was getting sick of his stalking me at my job and now he was mouthing off 'cuz I was seein' someone new.

Bernie was a good pal.

He used ta write me letters.

I might have them around here.

Future Doby here: Found one!

It's so charming and adorable!

This is Lux Interior from the Cramps.

Halloween at The Cathay.

It's from a Cathay fanzine that lasted one issue.

lol.

Another Halloween at Cathay picture from the Cathay Fanzine.

This is Paul Roessler, who played in my pal Don Bolles' band 45 Grave.

I played keyboards fer one gig when Don formed another band called Celebrity Skin.

Daniel (Dan-yell) lol.

He was nuts.

He wanted ta fuck me and the other guys in the band were all pissed off I was in the band.

That was never going ta happen, and it was a waste of my time.

He served in Vietnam, and I think that's where he went cuckoo.

He ended up getting married ta this chick at The Cat & Fiddle.

Me and the chick (fergot her name - mebe Rosa or something like that) became the best of friends.

I think this is another girl I went ta Hi Skool with.

I seem ta remember he gave me a picture of himself or something and it had PROTEKTOR kinda weird writing all over it.

Future Doby here: Found it lol

He had an infectious laff and laffed a lot.

He died.

It was kinda sad, 'cause me and the girl were frens and all.

I dunno why everyone got married there.

English Frank married this chick there too.

Yah note to self I got another picture of Frank to be put up here.

Frank was awesome.

He was Ledd Zepplin's tour manager or some shit like that.

He would tell me everyone's secrets.

He had this almost cockney accent.

He brought this rabbit over to my pad on St. Andrews.

No idea why.

I said I'd keep it and he said I'd be sorry.

That freaked me out and he wouldn't tell me why.

"You'll see."

Then he said did you know the rabbit is part of the rat family.

I dunno wot happened to the rabbit, but I think I gave it it's freedom.

That shit creeped me out.

And the way he kept saying it with that old english accent like a damn wizard or something...

I liked Frank.

We'd walk around together and hang out.

He dedd.

The picture a me iz another shot from Scratch Magazine photo shoot.

The Cathay turned inta The China Club.

I don't remember anything about this show cept they had installed embedded fishtanks in the wallz all over the place with fancy pretty fish in them.

Hehe.

I changed the name of the band (WHY?)

Mary Nixon had yet ANOTHER gig for me at Gaslight.

I tried counting how many times I played there, I lost count...

Just recently found out Lenny Bruce used to perform there.

Then I found out he was co-fucking-owner of the place.

Still blows my mind.

Wonder if the Ivar Theater next to it had been a strip joint at that time too.

It was kinda connected to Gaslight via the alley.

This chick Ivy would come in blasted on her breaks from there during the day.

She was fucking awesome.

We'd hang out.

She said all the girls were jealous of her, 'cuz her act involved just passing out on the stage.

Oh, man I loved that chick.

Anyways...

I had to come up with another name for the band she said, 'cause it was a surprise gig or something.

Dunno why I'm remembering it was with Motorcycle Boy, not too sure...

Coulda been the fact that I had already played there like too many times that month or something.

Prolly both.

I remember being on my motorcycle and her yelling this shit at me on the corner of Cosmo as I drove by one late nite.

I just yelled back the first thing I thought of, which was from a Mojo Nixon song.

And we were in front of the club.

It never really stuck, till I moved to NYC.

It was hilarious trying to get paid.

This happened every time btw.

I'd call Johnny Vargas the day after a gig:

DOBY: Did we make any money last night?

JOHNNY: Yeah, Billy already came by and picked it up.

DOBY: Kewl! Thanks!

Yeah, I just let him keep it.

It was never more than like $35.

We were all sitting on these steps, as I remember and Billy and Carlo told me it was one of the best things they ever recorded.

It's a pretty fire CD.

Maybe I'll put it up here one day...

The cover is unintentionally like this I just realized:

The only picture I had of Billy and Carlo was with me at the bar at Raji's.

The missing pieces of the picture is Dobbs.

He was so big (wide) it was hard to cut him out.

I'll try and find the original.

I had just pulled a big joke on him.

Apparently, we were allowed to drink while we worked.

Which explains me punching this chick out on Halloween.

Nope.

Didn't get fired for that shit either.

I asked for a free beer, and he said for the next 3 minutes (or something like that) I could have free beer.

I promptly turned to the bartender, Autumn (my good good friend - she made Michael J. Fox make me another autograph 'cuz he misspelled my name...lol) and said "I'll have ten beers, please."

Someone took a picture of that moment.

lol.

So glad I took this and saved this picture.

I inherited Ted the Punk.

I went out with this psycho pot dealer who I was living with in his mom's garage out in the valley.

We rehearsed in there, and the place was lined with carpet.

Stray cats would hang out with us.

They were both black.

I named one Spock.

He wandered off back into the wild.

He musta told his cousin who showed up and I named him Bat Cat.

Bat Cat Records is on my first hopefully lost forever 45.

The way Bat Cat got his name was me drawing target circles on the walls.

He became part Cat.

Part Bat.

As I racked up points.

This guy got really psycho and I had a hard time getting away from him.

I got some stupid generic I don't know what its called kinda fancy with a pool and shit place still out in the fucking valley.

Come home and the bitch is in my apartment.

Tries to throw me out the third floor window.

I calm him down and tell him to relax, everything's okay, just let me talk to you...

He calmed down.

I took his eye out with the broom I was reaching for behind my back while I was saying all that shit.

Hiz wonderful MOM told the manager SHE WAS MY MOM and that's how he got in.

Hiz name was Craig.

Fucked up name.

Sorry if your name is Craig.

Ted and Craig went hiking and Craig fell off the cliff and died.

So, I inherited Ted.

He was my occasional live-in butler.

He'd need a place to crash and I could give him $ and he would go get me cigarettes.

Kinda like that.

He was a really sweet boy.

Here we are getting ready to go be in a surf punk gang in a surf movie.

Hollywood pumped out a bunch of these movies at this time, skate movies, surf movies, they always needed punks.

And Janet Cunnigham at C.A.S.H. Casting, (I think that was part of the joke, not sure. Most of the time we got paid in CASH.), was there to fill their supply.

Always so grateful to her.

Dunno if I ever actually met her.

It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much fun.

We enjoyed freaking people out at the shoot as he led me around by a dog leash on my dog collar.

I dared him.

It was funny.

We got paid $25 cash and a cheese sandwich = kraft cheese slice with two slices of bread.

lol.

Love my life!

There are about 10 more from this shoot - working on some of this now.

Gaslight waz kinda a ruff club, but az y'all know I like that stuff.

It waz a wonderful magical place ta play.

I only got in two fights there.

One, I beat the pants offa this guy in pool and had ta hide under the pool table az he waz three timez my size and he went a little wacko. 🎱

The other this crazy bitch - one a those chix who getz rockabilly RONG and wearz skirtz below the kneez.

She had a pathetic band and a sour look on her face allatime.

She shot a beer bottle at me while I waz playin one night.

I ducked and kept playin - not missin a beat. 😉

Arlen was a mailman, so I would try to remember to dedicate Twistin' Postman to him.
There is another shoot from Fontenoy.
He took really great photos! :)

This was prolly Arlen's photo too, 'cause it looks like he just dropped off some photos for me.
He was the nicest dude! Amazing photographer!
Lol.

I'm wearing the same shirt I wore on the Wally George Show.

Used this as kinda a press photo. 😏

Here is another shoot before yet another show Arlen did.
Most likely the color ones are his too.
He really was a wonderful pal!

It was all our birthdays.

Great fun!

Woke up in Johnny Ray's bed.

Neither of us remembered a fucking thing.

We deduced nothing happened and we had both just passed out.

Here's a flyer that you can get a good look at Gaslight!

You can see straight through to the alley door which is where the strip joint The Ivar was.

We might be in the alley, not too sure.

This was a line up of part of the band Bad Puppy and part of the band Joe City and the Night Crawlers:

Mark Sherman, Joe City, Robby Wonderful, Guido and me.

We played The Music Machine together.

Video a dat tk.

This Gaslight gig was the same line up as The Central, so used the same crazy name again.

I went and got a bass drum skin and drew this character on it, so wanted to get as much use out of it as possible, I guess.

Me and Jimmy had alotta adventurez.

Dobbs cracked the code 🔓 at the Cathay.

Somethin in my face musta given it away when he did cuz I kept my trap shut. 🤐

It waz almost Halloween 🎃 so instead a the Mardi Gras beads he alwayz had in his pockets - without missin a beat - Jimmy slid a Spyder ring 🕷 💍 on my left hand.

I ran into this dude Drac at the Music Machine.

He ran with the Mustangs.

He had one too!

Jimmy waz alwayz handin out trinkets.

I totally fergot about this gig.

We did another one at Raji's and the usual mayhem erupted.

But I won as usual.

We'd jam at my crib at da Fontenoy.

He took me ta San Diego ta meet Jerry Lee Lewis.

Atz a whole story man.

I thought I published it in my column when he died - I'll be on the look out fer that tale - which was shortly after he called me and wanted ta stay at my crib in NYC.

He prefaced it with a little announcement subtly warning me not ta let him.

We used ta cab it together ta Al's Bar downtown when he played there.

One time we got left alone at Jon Pochnerz.

Jon ran the Zero.

He lived in this building where (I'm pretty sure I got this rite) Marilyn Monroe use ta live when she first came to Horellywood offa Franklin.

The Zero waz more than an after hours speakeazy - it waz also an art gallery where I DJ'd on the regalar.

More talez about that joint later.

There waz a courtyard with pretty roses.

The fo yay had a big piano and people would play it now and then lounging around.

I waz fascinated by this green couch in the middle a the room.

It waz just an ordinary typical couch but it waz PAINTED green!

I thought it waz the best idea ever.

Still do.

Me and Jimmy got really fucked up and I remember him chasing me around and around and around this fucking couch with his armz stretched out in front of him like Frankenstein tryin ta catch me laffin our heads off.

I'm not Italian dunno where that came from but it was kinda funny).

I met these two characters at the Teaszer.

The one on the left's name is CC.

Fergot his pals name on the right.

We would dance there alla time when I'd be playin' there waitin' ta go on.

He drove a motorcycle. 🏍

Well, his name was CC 😜.

Oddly enuff, I found a story about him the other day.

It looked like a crazy person typed this paper.

Like the whole paper is type - from end to end.

Both sides!

It's kinda a fucked up story...kinda funny kinda stupid...

There's a shitload a people in it though.

Another Gaslight shot.

Pretty sure it's one of my last shows, and I'm gettin' ready to blast off to NYC.

I must a just come back from NYC on a let's-check-it-out trip for a couple a weeks (might've been a month, not sure).

I got those shoes and stockings there.

Yeah, there's a square in the heel.

They were pretty persnickity about their rockabilly revival fashion.

They also wouldn't let me go ta CBGBs.

Wotever.

I eventually made it over there.

lol.

That's another one of Francoisz scarvez he gave me.

Fergot about that one.

He gave me hiz green silk one, too.

I'm wearing my Tiger Pawz gloves.

Spyder destroyed them with hiz giant handz.

I put them away a long time ago.

Found them recently.

They smell like smoke.

I kinda like being a lyric.

I don't think I've ever done a show at Raji's where total chaos did not ensue. I just realized. lol.

This was almost a fucked up nite not my fault u can't control ur man, u stupid bitch.

I prevailed, and it was fucking glorious.

This iz from some crazy gig at Raji's.

We got Keith "Tree" Barry, David Harrington and Carlos Guitarlos here.

Carlos waz really mad at me about my outfit and yelled at me at hi volume about it.

I fergot I wore a boa too.

Somehow it ended up on the floor.

Red stockingz, heelz 👠, ballerina uniform 🩰, fonzie-esque leather jacket, shiny aviator shadez 🕶, fishnet white fingerz cut out gloves 🧤, somewot beehived out hair with a big red bow in it.

I never understood wot hiz problem waz.

A while back at Cathay, Carlos asked ta use my bass amp that I had there.

I said, "If I can sit in, yeah."

A course when I piped up during Top Jimmyz set about it,

Carlos blew me off.

I got my gang, the same guyz who beat up Suicidal Tendenciez when they accosted me starting up my motorcycle 🏍 in front of the club,

and pulled the amp right off the stage.

Gil, their bass player had a cast on his leg fer some reason and Carlos twisted the story up ta say I waz gonna have them beat him up, and how unfair it waz cuz he waz in a cast.

Waz never really ever at Jimmyz showz I noticed when I perused pictures and video of them at Cathay.

Took me a long time ta figure out why.

They played on Mondayz.

I waz at The Central on Mondayz gettin kissed. 💋

Future Doby here: Watching this video realized I ended up playing with everyone on the stage except the bass player (Gil) and the sax player (Tom Fabray).

I stole the drummer Joey Morales, both guitar playerz (even Carlos) and Jeff Ross.

Jimmy would come over alla time and we'd jam.

Lol.

Did the same thing to Goddamn Liars.

Stole both the sax playerz Spyder and Jimmy Roberts, and the drummer Jerry Angel.

Will would come over and (try to) teach me stuff, so I guess I stole the bass player too. lol.

Here's some great Jimmy stuff!

This is one of my fav songz I guess.

And, sure enough, shit went down at this show too.
The game ended with same insane guitar player
who was trying to get me back running around the club crying,
"She slapped me! She slapped me!" lol.


What a pretty kit!

Dats Joey Morales from the Rhythm Pigs.
So lucky to play with him.

Here me and Keith are sitting in with Scott Morrow's band The Fiends (I think) who was also on the bill (pretty sure that was his band, again just a hazy recollection from my binder) or some other band...I'll figure it out and update.

9/4/23 *Future Doby here, yeah it was with the Fiends.

Found flyerz and stuff..stand by...

Keith was cool dude. He gave me a xylophone.

I still have it.

There are more Klik photos to come.

Pretty sure the one under this is another show at Raji's that Klik took :)

I had a lotta birthday showz!

There waz a group of us that all had our birthdayz on the same day. 🎂

Us Leoz all celebrated together! 🦁

We mighta done this more than once...kinda a blur.

Future Doby here!

Yup.

I remember this as happenin at Gaslight not Raji's but...

We all did another birthday show there!

Ron who waz playin' drumz in the band at the time. 🥁

Gene Ricketts waz in The Hokum Boys.

You can hear him runnin sound fer us.

Johnny Ray waz in the DI's.

I got a sticker from their band on my bass case you can prolly spot in some shots.

Autumn waz one a my few female friendz and waz the bartender at Raji's.

Tony T waz doorman at Raji's.

He had a really sweet gf who waz also another rare female friend - likewize the other waitress (besidez me) Penny who I ran into on St. Marx in NYC.

Mike Martt waz in my frendz band Tex and the Horseheads.

I did one show playing saxophone with her in somethin she cooked up called Texorcist - well, I remember walking over ta the club with her and my horn, but itz a big blank after that. 🎷

I went ta her house ta rehearse and wot a cool house she had!

There waz a big horse head on the wall. 🐴

Again, I kinda blacked out at some point.

I could never keep up with the party favorz she alwayz had at hand. 🎉

Tex waz also a good pal and super talented!

I waz alwayz in awe of her.

Mike waz also in Thelonious Monster and Gun Club.

It waz alwayz a great time! 🎈

The guy in the middle is Charlie Sexton.

The guy behind me, I think his name is Merle.

The guy at the top, with just his eyes showing, good chance it is my pal Francois from Motorcycle Boy.

The guy in the Headlock is Tommy Wright.

He was in a band called The Little Kings.

He was also a skater.

He showed up at my crib at the Fontenoy with a 6' skateboard.

It was ridiculous.

Everything was okay for about five minutes.

When it was pretty clear I was not going to fuck him, he flipped out and started screaming.

"WHO HAS THE NICE PAD???

WHO HAS THE NICE JOB???

HUH? HUH???"

I told him to gtfo.

He didn't like that and kept on yelling insane shit.

I told him I was gonna call the cops.

I don't remember how, but eventually I got him out.

He stood downstairs, screaming up at my window on the 10th floor with his retarded skateboard.

Cops dragged him and his board away.

On second thought, I think they made him leave it and he was screaming about that too.

There was a lot of interesting characters in the building at that time

I sometimes wonder if any of them witnessed this.

I wasn't fired or quit.

The problem with my story is I don't think she threw the first punch.

I imagine her laffing at me had something to do with the situation.

This happened at Cathay once.

This guy pushed me on the dance floor and knocked my tray out of my hand and all the change fell all over.

He pointed at me and started laughing hysterically.

I decked him.

I had fun at that club.

The girl on the right with the red hair is a dear friend Mary Nixon, who would book me all the time.

A real sweet girl.

You can see Rick at the back door and my motorcycle in the back.

Donny Popejoy is there at the front door.

He used to announce everybody's shows.

(Even mine!)

Yes, this is the same blonde wig the guy is wearing that El Duce was wearing on Wally George.

He used ta wear it to get into Gaslight to see my band as a disguise.

Never worked.

They threw him out every time.

But that's why he was one of my dearest friends that I miss terribly.

I'd hang out with him at the Rock Shop and my other friend Xavier worked there too.

Xavier and me had some kind of band or maybe it was just such a great name...

Sex and Cigarettes.

I hazily remember a flyer in one of these binders.

Hilariously, he showed up in Gotham and worked with me at Bleecker Bob's for awhile.

It was nice to have some company from home.

I got the wig from Montana Dave's girlfriend.

(Future Doby 7/23/23: I membered her name was Anabelle pretty sure and we went 2 Hi Skool 2gether.)

I still have it.

Me and Montana were in Motorcyle Boy and The Law and I think some weird band Fag.

I saw those in my archive of shit to scan and was like oh no.

We played at Scream and the photos make me blush.

Been sticking my hand in one a these giant file folder boxes and this came out.

Wot an obscure memory.

Lance was this dude who fucked up with me and I went to get revenge.

I put on my jail sox 🧦 fer some reason, grabbed a roll a quarters and marched over ta The Frolic.

Francois was there and mebe some a the Motorcycle Boyz.

I had that rolla quarterz in my fist and socked Lance right in the face and walked out.

Frank always rememberz this story with great enthuziazum and wonder.

Especially the aftermath of the brilliant shiner I gave the dude.

Would alwayz bring it up 😝.

Country nite lol.

Rick Vincent was AWESOME.

They had a real cool fiddle player or some instrument like dat.

He was pretty flirty (and cute as hell).

I got his demo somewhere around here.

I had a favorite song of his, I think this is it!

A flyer for The Shamrock and Gorky's.

There's a funny story I gotta link to here about this place. 😆

Ba Ba booked this and the Soundcheck and The Starcheck.

A really awesome chick!

Both these photos are from the Scratch Magazine photo shoot.

I have this last one as a photo, but it's YUGE and I'll have to stich it together...tk

A regular routine me and Jimmy had was we would meander over ta Pla-boy Liquor

and get Jack Daniels (as I remember the brand being) and these things.

I think the idea was you had to be drunk to eat them.

This was confirmed when I got one from Ralph's recently to check this suspicion out.

I didn't remember how tiny the can was.

It fit in the palm of my hand.

It was definitley a vital component in trying to digest this crap.

Had to be.

Jimmy called it "Poor Man's Pate."

At check out, I'd point out my Doby Daenger and The Hi-Hi Boys framed photo I'd delivered to them for mounting on the wall.

When I came back from NYC, I went to see if it was still there.

I don't think it was.

Haunting the familiar path back to my crib - Motorcycle Boyz house was conveniently caddy corner from Pla-boy's, and rounding the bend was Roy's place.

Lurch like dude who had a low slow speaking Lurchlike voice.

He was a bouncer at Gaslight.

Sometimes at night, we'd signal flash our lights to each other to say hello.

We would go back to my crib, which was just down the street and get blasted and I would hand him my guitar that was held together with duct tape and barely tuneable.

I'd accompany him with a washboard I got from Consumer's Drugstore.

Consumer's was owned by two old dudes suspected of being brothers who were always there in white faux doctor uniforms.

One was tall and thin with a shock of white hair and a mustache with gold wire frame glasses.

The other was shorter, kinda fat and kinda bald.

They would stand around and would carefully watch you shop, which was extremly annoying.

It seemed they would go downtown and buy crap fer cheap and throw it on their shelves fer more as ware to buy.

Recently tried to find an actual washboard, and could not.

My red towel, still operational, I realized the other day, came from there.

I had this Duophone Radio Shack answering machine.

It had two cassettes one fer outgoing and one fer incoming.

I used it to record our jam sessions.

This one got salvaged.

Live at the Fontenoy with Mark Thompson on Fox News.

This is a copy of a copy from Doby-TV pieced back together.

Hey, I'm just glad I could I find it.

It's like a miracle.

00:56 BTTF 3 Poster

01:16 Casualties of War picture

01:22 Wot would become my band mate in NYC "Mystery" that came outta the elevator prolly from Crispin Glover's house (the cage too.)

01:28 Capitol Records and one a the monster masks and two of the lamposts Creepy (Motorcycle Boyz roommate) made.

01:34 Spider stuck on the window.

01:35 Just the edge of Haunted House Creepy painted.

01:38 Child Coffin against the wall (from Creepy).

01:40 Ventriloquist doll sitting in the rocking chair.

01:42 Picture of Spyder he gave me with little 🧡 note on it (really hard to see).

01:43 Motorcycle Boy Francoisz star earring flashes in ma ear fer a split second.

01:50 Mannequin hand on top of the frig.

01:51 Original Jukebox from Zero One Cahuenga.

02:37 Pygmy Love Circus are the one's yelling my name cheering me on!

There are some more of these...stay tuned!

Spyder Spider


Asparagus Head


Big Purple Bird


Big Yellow Bird


Egg Face & A Tree


Egg Face & His Dog


Egg Faces


Scary Stairs


Whale & Boat


Cow


Faceless


Rat Couple

These are most of the ones that were in the exhibition.

Still lookin 4 the flyer for this event I saw fer sure that I'll put up soon.

I'm going to try to clean these up.

This is how they look after going across the country twice

Surviving countless floods, a few minor earthquakes, a fire bombing and 9/11.

Spyder said I should make these things big.

He waved his arms around to show me how big, lol.

Now I can.

They are originally, like you see, the size of ordinary household construction paper.

Fortress was a great rehearsal studio! :)

A flyer from Gorky's playing stand up bass in Chuck E. Weiss & The Goddamn Liars' acoustic line-up and The Shamrock.

A souvenier!

My parents just basically let me and my brother run wild.
We had to clean the fish, though.

It was disgusting.

Other kids would come by as we did this on the beach and make fun of us.

My brother gutted and I scaled.

My father made us these spears, so we could get more fish.

My brother dropped some fish off the boat.

My father picked him up and tossed him in the ocean to get it.

My dad was a trip.

I'd been dunked a couple times myself.

My dad was always inventive as to how to get us to get even more food.

We soon learned the art of Abalone diving.

If we were sailing far, for some reason the whole family would take a nap, leaving me to steer the boat.

I don't know why they did this.

Very trippy feeling to look around and just a horizon of water 360 degrees.

Alone.

Very Quiet.

You and this stick you gotta point at a wobbly black piece of glass with a floating dial in it.

Flying fish are real, yo!

Dolphins would jump over our boat and my dad would get pissed and tell us to stop feeding them that he was afraid they would fuck up the boat or some shit.

Yet, he tried to catch a Marlin once.

They were magnificent creatures.

They would haul them up at the end of the pier.

I've never seen colors like that before, the way the sun glinted off their magnificent scales.

The majesty of their daring long pointy snouts. Giant gold eyes.

The fin. The perfect mixture and blending of blue and purple...

The pink yawning mouth.

I remember white gleaming pointy chompers in an eerie smile.

I musta caught some of my dad's entrepeneurial skills, as I quickly spotted opportunity on this pier.

Yeah, other kids were diving for quarters.

I remember doing this too.

I quickly formed a gang.

These kids had a house on the island.

And a wagon.

We'd wait for the big white boat to pull in.

We'd offer to take the tourists luggage to their hotel for like, I really don't remember how much...

We also would sell the shells from our abalone dives.

Joke was on them, 'cause the hotel was at the end of the pier.

There was this movie theater slash ice cream parlor slash hotel.

The way the building was constructed, there was some sort of courtyard where they set up seating for us kids and showed Our Gang pictures against one of the walls.

Other kids staying in the hotel would lower down sodas to us on string.

Jelly fish.

Very trippy.

We'd fish and run into schools of bonito, and we'd haul in fish after fish after fish.

My dad would curse at every fish, slam it into a bucket and quickly throw a seat cushion on it.

He'd point at one of us, then point at the bucket.

Me and my brother took turns sitting on the bucket till the fish was dead.

He'd at least always give us warning that the fucking things had teeth.

They did too. They were scary AF.

And, yes they would pop out the bucket, despite all these precautions.

I was scared AF of the teeth.

Check out those chompers!

Eventually, he would scream "There is too much blood on the goddamn boat!" and fishing time was over.

We got this other kinda fish in the school sometimes.

We had to save the heads for Gramma.

Gramma spooked me the fuck out.

I did like skin diving and spear fishing.

I was not far off from our boat, and looked down.

There was a massive stingray right under me crusing the ocean floor.

He was three times my size.

He followed me.

Besides petting garibaldi...

...I had two animal friends.

A wild dog, his name was just dog, and a wild pig named Max.

We had this discarded football and I would throw it in the surf, and we would chase each other for it.

Tourists would take pictures.

Max was black and white, and the hippies would get him drunk sometimes, and he would stagger back to the woods, or wherever he lived.

I hung out with the hippies one time.

They were doing a seance and holding hands in a circle.

They didn't have a candle, so they were using a lit cigarette in the middle of the circle.

I musta got a contact high, 'cause when my brother came to pick me up in the dingy, I kept falling outta the boat, laughing hysterically.

It was during red tide.

I remember being hynotized by the glowing as I treaded water looking at it in wonder.
Magical.

I got a guitar for my eighth birthday.

I used to sit in the windows of this walkway and play.

It was mostly Kumbaya and If I Had a Hammer.

I think I got those from the hippies.

I actually found a picture of it, will try to remember to put it up.

My dad, gotta hand it to him, was always scoping out an angle.

Now, Benny Goodman lived on a big boat there.

My dad puts me and the guitar in the dingy and heads over there.

I told you. My dad was a trip.

So, yeah, I jammed with Benny Goodman and his wife played piano there on his boat.

Me and my Grandfather, Sam Perlmutter.

He was a badass.

He came to Denver from Belarus, Russia.

Joined the Cavalry and said this Frank guy saved his life as he chased Pancho Villa across the desert, and that's how I got my middle name.

He had his own room in my grandparents' house.

My grandmother was a complete bitch, so I don't blame him.

He had a bed along the window that faced the yard.

There was a little table with a short wave radio on it.

He sat me down on this wooden chair and showed me how to work it.

"If you hear a language you don't know, come get me and I'll tell you what language it is."

I loved him so much.

I'll write more about him sometime.

Teen Age Rebel rule rule rule!

1-3-24 3:31 pm - Watched this movie last night.

Walking down memory lane working on dis stuff jarred my brain into remembering seeing this movie ages ago.

I was around all this shit, (another story tk) and also went to Starwood.

Totally underage, but they served us anyway after the waitresses giving me and this rich chick the ol stick eye, who I don't even remember how I met that lived across the street from the joint in a fancy apartment with her crazy neglectful mom who was busy getting all '70s decked out to go out and whore it up I guess that blamed me for the aftermath.

We washed down the pair of qualuudes with the beer that she pulled outta her pocket and presented me with.

No idea how I met her or wot happened to her.

Her mom was all pissed off screaming how I was supposed to be responsible for her.

All I remember about that penthouse was it had a zillion bathrooms.

The Plimsouls and The Fabulous Poodles were prominently advertised (prolly at The Whiskey / Roxy - not sure) I remember spying - as we joyously scampered down the stairs, out the door, and down the street to the club.

The Mentors were playing as we swallowed the pills, having the time of life.

Flyer fer Soundcheck - Madame Wong's West - Anti Club

The Starcheck was the same as Soundcheck but moved to The Stardust Ballroom.

They were both on Sunset.

This flyer is for the Anti-Club, but the picture is from The Starcheck at the Stardust Ballroom.

Datz Joey Morales on drums who I stole from Top Jimmy's band 😆.

He played with me at Raji's too!

The guy that ran the place was Lloyd.

He was in Three Stooges and Snow White as Prince Charming or some shit.

He had coolest pad ever on the boardwalk in Santa Monica beach.

It was in a tall building and very luxurious.

How I know this, I do not know.

Vague recollection of going there with some people...

So, Motorcycle Boy was on this gig with my band.

Haha, I had to check, yup, I am wearin' Frank's green silk scarf. I'm also wearin' it at Scream ⭐.

The Weekly spelled both our names rong. lol.

Heh heh forgot about the Dob E. Part.

lol.

I made a logo fer the drums and everything.

It was so much fun!

I'd forgotten I played with Jerry Sikorski and Steve Clark.

Or this Clay dude.

Jerry and Steve were both in Ray Campi and his Rockabilly Rebels.

Spyder had been in Jerry's band American Patrol.

I remember zero of what happened at this gig except George Throroughgood or however u spell his name walking by the stage as I'm packing my shit up after the set kinda snydley answering my hello with a sharp quick nod.

"Huh. Rockin' Robin..."

Another one o these nods,

"Huh." looking down his nose at me, and walks away.

This Jerry guy took me to a Phil Spector Bowling party and it was pretty fucked up.

But exciting and hilarious at the same time.

This iz Will.

Lotza adventurez with this guy. tk

He waz kind of a fuck up but we all were.

He gave me this photo and signed it ta me with RED ink 🩸.

On red brick🧱. 🙄

You can barely see it! 👓

So I jimmied it with my wizardry 💥 to pull it up and this is the result.

I'll do another a these normally, but this is just so you can see 👁 👁 it.

Oh, almost fergot: It sayz

He use ta call me Bass Face and I'd call him Richy Cunningham. 😆

This iz at The Central at a Goddamn Liarz show.

Thatz Jerry Angel on drumz

Jerry played on my 45.