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I was in San Francisco because someone in Utah called my mother and she thought she
had to save me from the partiers. I really can't stand her so I went to the Wharf to look
for work. I looked in all of the music stores in San Francisco because I like the Beatles and I thought it would be easy to sing. I
did a couple of concerts and, it's a queer town, so I left to avoid how stupid the band scene was.
I'm at the University of Utah now and I understand why the Pretenders
C call the Utes, "piss of the world". Nobody else seems to and these days I hear them trying to compare me to a sheman. I hate their sick guts. I've never heard anything so strange and I've threatened who says it enough that the
Police have arrived at my house twice.
My story of the Beatles is that I found myself on the Yellow Submarine
recording one day! I was rolling around in my BMW, on the road between
San Pablo and Berkeley, California and I heard the Beatles saying, “shoot, shoot, shoot” (on the Abbey Road Album).
I had visited Charlie Manson, the fifth Beatle, shortly before at the
Vacaville Prison. He couldn't come out or talk but I listened to the FM
afterward and he sounded just like John Cougar Mellenkamp.
Some of the people in San Francisco were very serious about their music
and they made a lot of trouble for me just for trying out. Phil Collins,
Steve Perry, the Cars and Scorpions come to mind, as well as the Stones. I'm pretty sure that I
received Nerve Gas because the band I was in played Jumping Jack Flash.
I got sent to the Mental Hospital, at least in part due to an interest in
music and it really, really hurt. The recording and broadcast business is
sheer trickery on the medicine man's ears. The doctor can't appreciate any of it, generally. My family simply won't give me a place to live because of the loud music and fans. They always send for a mental doctor to help
them because they only have a senile interest in acts like the Beatles.
Manson says of the San Francisco music scene, in his books, that a way to
make a million dollars is to have sex with one of the gay men. The entire
audience had rejected me because I was born in NYC and didn't at all take
to the gays. Bearing this in mind, I located a stranger on a lonely highway near Santa Clara after a doctor threw me out of his office. One night alone on the highway verified for me that there was something substantial
to Manson's story.
I got sent to the VistaCounty Jail in a few days later and Mr. Nixon was a
prisoner there. My eyes were still seeing strange things like prison walls
that were see through and hundreds of green-eyed people on the jailhouse roof. I had taken LSD years before and I beleive it reacted to
testosterone favorably because I couldn't even close my eves to what I saw in jail. Like Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, the scenes were incredible. i
remember watching movies in my jail cell that just appeared for no reason.
This country is very mixed up and it appeared the President of the
United States was in there as though a common criminal in his own country. Ican read music now, but before this experience - I really couldn't. I really started to appreciate why the Walrus and Paul were as close as can be.
Madonna wants to know why I ran my neighbors over with a car. The Beatles sound live in it! AC//DC was written in 40 ft. letters on my
street at the time of the accident. All I could hear was cheering after
playing the piano all day long at Contra Cost College. My mother and
step-father are deaf and dumb and didn't give me any credit for joining
the Professional Band.
When I was in the first grade [in 1963], the Beatles were the focus of everyone's attention and they appeared to be the greatest thing. It seemed to me that everybody did what the Beatles directed them to do. Their music was always a popular #1 hit and it seemed so for at least five years.
Most of what they said was true about girls and everything. The people in SLC didn't take to Beatles music very well as far as I know .
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