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New York Dolls, “Looking for a Kiss”

The New York Dolls! From 1973.

This is off the first album. I can’t believe this goes all the way back to when I was in my sophomore year in high school.  First time I ever heard this band, I think it was 1974 or 1975. I was working as a janitor at a school and one of the fellow janitors pulled up and he had the second album blasting away, and I thought, “Jesus Christ, if that isn’t the loudest, noisiest damn music I ever heard!” It was just pure, raucous noise!

I heard it again in the summer of 1978 when I had a job as an ice cream truck driver (which doubled as a drug-dealing (pot) operation like something out of Dragnet. One day I went into a record store on my route and there was the 2nd album blasting away again. It still sounded like the wildest noise, but it sounded better then because I was more used to that type of music. I asked the clerk what it was, and he told me. The band had broken up three years ago, and I was just hearing it for the second time.

Really no one was into them way back then. It was just a few “underground” types. The Glam Rock scene was very small. I didn’t really know anyone who was part of it. This was a very underground scene that hardly anyone knew anything about, and you almost never met anyone who was into it. Those who did know about it often hated it, I believe due to homosexual connotations.

Most of us were big into heavy metal back then. Metal was the big thing. Also progressive rock – Yes, Genesis, Emerson Lake and Palmer, etc. This music is widely hated now, but boy was it popular back then. I also think that prog rock made a lot of very good music. It just wasn’t necessarily real hard rock and roll. It was more akin to classical music if anything.

Lyrics:

When I say I’m in love, you best believe I’m in love, L-U-V

I always saw you just before the dawn
When all the other kids were just draggin’ along
I couldn’t believe the way it seemed to be
Rememberin’ the things you used to say to me

About you know I can’t be wastin’ time ’cause I gotta have my fun
I gotta get some fun
I got to keep on movin’,
Can’t stop ’till it’s all done
And never done

Well, listen when I tell ya got no time for fix
‘Cause I just gotta make it, can’t afford to miss
And there’s one reason I’m tellin’ you this
I feels bad
And I’m a-lookin’ for a kiss

Well, wontcha tell me why those kids are movin’ so slow
Is it just that they don’t have a place to go?
When the day starts breakin’, the sun is gonna shine
It’s hard to sleep if I been cryin’

And all the old ladies they are on their way to church
You go to church
I’m beggin’ will I be a-roamin’ while I’m looking, got to tend to my search
I keep on searchin’

Well, listen when I tell ya, you got no time for fix
‘Cause I just gotta make it, can’t afford to miss
If there’s one reason I’m tellin’ you this
I feels bad, bad, bad
And I’m lookin’ for a kiss

Well, I been lookin’ for a real hot kiss
Come on, kiss me!
Aaaaah-ooooh!

You think it’s bad, but you know it’s true
So why won’t you just let me live, baby?
When I’m lookin’ for a kiss

When everyone goes to your house, they shoot up in your room
Most of them are beautiful, but so obsessed with gloom
I ain’t gonna be here when they all get home
They’re always lookin’ at me, they won’t leave me alone
I didn’t come here lookin’ for no fix
I-I-I know I been houndin’ the street all night, oh late baby
Just-a lookin’ for a kiss

I need a fix and a kiss
I need a fix and a kiss
I need a fix and a kiss
I been looking for a kiss

I didn’t come here lookin’ for no fix
I-I-I know I been haulin’ booty all night long, baby
Just lookin’ for a kiss

If you are wondering what the song is about, this is as good as anything else out there:

When he says he’s in luv, you better believe he’s in luv, L-U-V. He’s looking for a kiss, he’s NOT looking for a fix.

To better understand this song, we need to go way back to the 1960’s. In the early 60’s, we got the ORIGINAL bad girls of rock. While the other girl groups would curtsey and sing about sunshine, soda pop, and rainbows, The Shangri-Las came to kick ass (of course they did it in a semi-appropriate 1960’s girly sort of way.). While they’re tame by today’s standards, they paved the way for Joan Jett, L7, Betty Blowtorch, Crucified Barbara, etc.

The Shangri-Las had recorded a song called “Give Him A Great Big Kiss”. It’s about a girl falling in love with a guy who is the “good’ sort of bad”, not the EVIL sort of bad.

When the NYD’s recorded this in the early 70’s, ‘shooting up’ (usually heroin) was fairly common. David Johansen, who wrote this song, is giving the view from a male’s POV of the Shangri-Las song. He says (paraphrasing), “I don’t want a girl who’s a goody-goody church goer, and I don’t want a girl that’s strung out, I want a girl that’s the good kind of bad girl, not the evil sort”.

The Shangri-Las were best known for the song, “The Leader Of The Pack”. As with anything new, the world was not ready for them, which meant they had to work twice as hard, and eventually they quit. I won’t say they were defeated, because they weren’t defeated. In a sense, they started an army which defeated those who opposed the “bad girl” persona. Many of the greats, males and females, from pop to punk to metal and beyond, credit the Shangri-Las as a big influence. Obviously they had an impact on TNYD’s as well, which you can hear by listening to this song and then listening to The Shangri-Las – “Give Him A Great Big Kiss”. I hope that helps.

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New York Dolls, “Subway Train”

God-damn that is some good, fine rock and roll. From 1973, ladies and gentlemen, the greatest rock and roll band ever, the New York Dolls!

That’s me. I’m the New York Dolls. That’s me on the cover too. No wonder people used to think I was gay. I’m a straight androgyne. So sue me!

PS All the Dolls were straight, 100% completely straight, believe it or not. Nowadays they would have to all go bi or pan or trans or genderqueer or nonbinary or some bullshit, but back then, you can be a straight man and dress exactly like that. I think dressing up like chicks was just part of their gag, their shtick. But did they even dress up like chicks? Not really. No woman dresses like that! That get-up was just a huge transgressive fuck you to society, nothing more, nothing less.

Of course it helped that they were all ultra-masculine street tough gang types straight off the streets of New York. That combination of extreme masculinity and femininity is awesome! Reminds me of Jagger, Iggy Pop, the Stooges, Queen, Mott the Hoople, Lou Reed and some others. Glam rock FTW! Glam rock forever!

Here they are live in San Francisco! That’s even better. It’s like Rolling Stones transvestite punk rock. Love it!

Lyrics!

I can’t ever understand
Why my life’s been cursed, poisoned, condemned
When I been tryin’ every night
To hold ya near me
But I’m a-telling you
It ain’t easy

Ever since I been ridin’
Right on the subway train
You can hear the whistle blowin’
Ya might think I’m insane

And now your friends
They’re fillin’ up my car
But you’re so busy readin’ Suzy Says
Ya can’t look now
You didn’t see your lovers
They’re all dressed in rags
Ya know ya had us pushin’ up roses
Just tryin’ get your fare

‘Cause we was all ridin’
Right on the subway train
And you can hear the captain shoutin’
He thinks I’ve gone insane

‘Cause I keep on ridin’
Keep on ridin’
‘Cause I keep on
Ridin’, ridin’, ridin’
Keep on ridin’, yeah

You stop and you stare
As I’m leavin’ my favorite place
We have no regards
You can’t even find a trace
Ya gotta get on back to Daddy
That is all it’s gonna be
He got the poison black arts of the pimps
But don’t ya st- st-

I seen ’em travel
Right on the subway train
And you can hear the captain shou-ou-tin’
He thinks we’ve all gone insane

‘Cause we keep on ridin’, ridin’, ridin’
Keep on ridin’
‘Cause we keep on ridin’, ridin’, ridin’
Keep on ridin’

I see the train gettin’ on an open track
Well I’m a-hopin’ it’s gonna bring my baby back

‘Cause I guess I said
Dinah wontcha blow
Dinah wontcha blow your horn
Dinah wontcha blow
Dinah wontcha blow your horn
I said someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah
I know whoa, whoa, whoa
I said someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah
I just know
I keep on ridin’, ridin’, ridin’

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Why Homosexuals Are A Signalling Hazard In Traditional Societies

Why Homosexuals Are A Signalling Hazard In Traditional Societies.

I would reprint the article, but it says copyright Hestia Society, so I’d better not. This is yet another neoreaction blog. I despise reactionaries in general, but as the Cultural Left gets more and more insane, it starts making sense to not only be a social conservative (let’s stop all this change right now, enough is enough) but to be an actual social reactionary (we’ve gone way too far already – it’s time for a rollback to a saner era). That’s in part what the Alternative Left (at least my vision of it) is all about.

As far as the subject in the post, I have noticed this too, and I have been discussing it for some time now. I think I have ever written about it a bit.

Extremely out gay men have ruined all sorts of things.

I used to be a glam rocker. My favorite band was the New York Dolls, a bunch of straight men who dressed up like women for an in your face gag.

I wore silk and cotton scarves and bandanas. They drove women crazy with lust. I was told this by a few women I had sex with. Good luck wearing anything like that now. I would not do it if you paid me.

I wore velvet pants routinely. Who would dare do that now?

My favorite shirts were silk shirts. When was the last time you saw a straight man in a faggy silk shirt? I can’t even remember when.

I loved to wear platform heels, and my favorite were – get this – four inch high blue platform heels! God I loved those high heels! No straight man in his right mind would dare wearing platforms (really just another word for high heels) these days.

I used to wear very short shorts. Even back then, people were dubious about them and called them faggy. You last saw a straight guy wearing those when?

Ever see men wearing those nicely trimmed beards or very nicely trimmed mustaches? Nope, sorry. That’s for the Castro Clones now. One more thing gay men ruined.

I used to wear speedo like underwear. My brothers hated those things even back in the day. They said they were faggoty. I really didn’t care though because every time I stripped in front of a new woman, and she saw those speedo speedos, she would give out a wolf whistle or an “Awoooo!” I have a lot of those still in my drawer, but I refuse to wear them anymore. Instead I wear these boring and lame white jockey shorts. They’re dull and lame, but at least they aren’t suspect.

I also loved wearing something called a short kimono. Supposedly Japanese men like to wear these things in the house and maybe even outside the house. The short kimono is for men and the long kimono is for women. I would wear it over my shirt and pants like some sort of a robe. Even back then, this garment was very suspect, and I remember once when I met a friend wearing that, I could tell he was just barely resisting the urge to punch me in the face. But I even wore them on dates, and no one cared. I also used to wear Hugh Hefner style smoking jackets over my shirts and pants. I only wore them on one date, but the woman cooed over it. I would not wear that stuff nowadays if you paid me.

Back in the day, a lot of men wore pink. I rather like the color actually. You could wear pink on a date with a chick, and she would think nothing of it. The line back then was, “I’m secure enough to wear pink,” said with a nonchalant shrug. When was the last time you saw a straight man wearing pink? I recently met a woman originally from Colombia, and I was chatting her up. I told her I liked to wear pink, and she flipped out and started yelling at me and calling me a faggot in Spanish. I insisted that I was straight, and she modified her insult to some word that meant “wimpy, pussy, faggoty straight guy.” It was not much of a consolation.

Back in those days, the general assumption was “straight until proven otherwise,” and the barrier for proving homo- or bisexuality was quite great because few men were doing these things, and those that were acted pretty quiet about it. Arab men at my local store and even a lot of Mexican men still believe in “straight until proven otherwise.” Homosexuality is simply never discussed, and anyone who brings it up is suspect and the conversational shift is greeted with shock and open hostility, though the older Arab man my age found male homosexuality to be ridiculously hilarious.

“Straight until proven otherwise” is a great way to run a society. I love it. Nowadays it is actually homophobic to assume that men are straight until proven otherwise. In other words, what was once common sense and good manners is now regarded as hatred of gay men!

The fanny pack I wear is almost never used by anyone, though they were popular with men in the 1990’s. Now that gays are so much more out though, I suppose most men will not be caught dead with one. Women I am trying to seduce openly mock me for wearing a fanny pack, and they are my age! I like to play along and jokingly call it my “fag pack.” Nevertheless, I will not leave the door without it, and I am convinced that all men should carry some sort of a handbag. Purses are not just for women, you know. We men need purses too, call them whatever you want – handbag, fanny pack, etc. European men have been carrying them forever now. But here in the US with all these wildly out gay men, good luck with that.

I still like to wear my girlfriends’ clothes sometimes (assuming they fit). Sweaters, fur coats, socks and shirts work best. Pajamas are a tough call, but I do wear their pajamas, especially the silk ones. My girlfriends think it is hilarious, and they love to give me their clothes to wear. A recent girlfriend offered to put some eyeliner on me. I was going to do it. A gay man on my site heard that I wore my girlfriends’ clothes, and his assumption was that obviously I must be gay or bi. He simply could not comprehend a straight man doing such a thing. That did not compute.

Friendships among straight men, especially very close ones, have also been sort of weird, uncomfortable and somewhat hazardous, but nowadays it seems like they are getting rarer.

When I first moved to Los  Angeles, I had another man for a roommate. He was pretty damn weird, and he was not completely straight, but he was predominantly straight. He was just weird and hard-up. One night while I was watching TV the door to his room opened very slowly. The crack slowly widened. Soon there was my roommate standing the barely opened doorway, naked as the day he was born. He had a bizarre thousand yard stare in his eyes like some alien force or pod people had colonized his brain. I turned quickly away with a “I didn’t see that!” notion, and later on, his weird behavior that night was never discussed. What was I supposed to say about it? But he never did it again.

Anyway, I went to visit my grandma once, and she looked at me with a grave look and talked in sheer seriousness, “Yes, that was when you were living with that other man…” I didn’t say anything. What can you say to a comment like that?

But inside, I flipped. My own grandma thought I was a faggot! She should have known better. Did she have any idea of how I had lived my life? Me!? The guy who, at age 24, had already dated ~50-75 females and was a legend in my neighborhood? The guy who won Player of the Year two years straight and one year won Most Valuable Player? Apparently it was all a fraud and a cover-up. I was actually a closeted faggot the whole time! Who knew?

Ever since then, I have never roomed with another man. For guess what reason? I’ve lived alone and had to move back to my parents house a few times when it was either that or homelessness. The Hell if I will have another male roommate as long as I live. So there’s one more thing gay men ruined. Straight male roommates.

I had a friend who was in a sort of a glam rock band. Most of the other guys were these tough, half-Mexican guys, so tough they almost seemed like street gang members. They all had seriously hot girlfriends. But for some bizarre reason, they were into kissing the other guys in the band. I don’t know what it meant, but I think it was some New York Dolls type thing where they weren’t gay at all but they kissed each other as some gag. My friend hated that.

One time my friend was at a party in a bathroom, and the other band member kissed him. A young woman was entering the bathroom at the same time, and she jumped for joy and insisted that they were both gay. “I love gay men! I love gay men!” she gushed, plunking herself down on the toilet. They tried to explain to her that they weren’t gay, but she would have none of it.

I have told people about my friend’s band and they insisted that the band members were gay. I told a gay man once, and he stated that if they kissed each other, they were obviously gay. They simply not be otherwise. It made no sense.

One guy in the band was actually wimpy in some ways. He had a girlish face, very long dark hair, and loved to wear a bit of makeup (all the guys in the band were way into makeup, and my friend had to go along). He was so femmy in some ways that he would actually scream and jump up on a chair if he saw a mouse or if there was an insect in the house. On the other hand, he was this tough half-Mexican who gave off a street gang member vibe and he had a seriously hot girlfriend, so he was clearly a pure androgyne. I told the same gay man about this, and he absolutely insisted that the guy was gay due to his reactions to rodents and bugs. It simply had to be the case. There could be no other explanation for his behavior.

The mental and physical spaces we straight men can move around in without suspicion have progressively constricted as homosexuality has become more and more open.

Thanks a lot, gays!

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Suzi Quatro,”Suzi Quatro”

Suzi Quatro! From 1973! Oh Hell yeah!

Suzi Quatro was one of the first female lead singers and guitarists of a real rock and roll band. She was the queen of leather rock! She also plays a mean bass guitar. I can’t help thinking this is actually punk rock. But it’s only 1973. This is really pre-punk like the New York Dolls. It’s all coming from the same place. Let’s face it, glam was pre-punk, and Suzi Quatro is glam rock!

Similar acts from around the same time are Sweet and Slade. Sweet is downgraded nowadays but I really liked them back in the day. Slade is also very underrated. Sort of a glam AC/DC.

None of these songs mean much of anything. They’re just silly, dumb songs to rock and roll too. But rock and roll was never intellectual.

Real rock and roll (not prog, folk, country or metal) is sensual and experiential. It’s the music of the pure ID.

Music to fuck to. Fucking music.

There’s a reason for that beat. It’s the beat of sexual intercourse. BAM BAM BAM BAM. The early haters of rock and roll figured this out quickly,and that was one of the main reasons why rock was hated so much all the way back to Elvis Presley.

Back in the 1970’s all the mafia produced porn back then had hard rock soundtracks going on through all the fucking and sucking. There’s a reason for that.

It’s because it’s fucking music, music to fuck by.

Or in the case of punk rock, music for people who like to fuck and fight!

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Johnny Thunders, “There’s a Little Bit of Whore in Every Girl”

Johnny Thunders! Johnny Thunders is God! I also like that he is a true pure androgyne. But then all the Dolls were pure androgynes. As were all the fellows mentioned below.

If you watch that video, can you see where the Dolls gets their shtick? The Dolls are the Rolling Stones! And of course if you look at the video carefully, you will notice that Johnny Thunders can only be Keith Richards, though I think there is a bit of Sex Pistols in him too. David Johansen can only be Keith Richards and of course that’s exactly who he is if you have been following him for long.

You will also notice one more thing if you look at this video closely. The Dolls were punk rock! And there were punk rock before there even was punk rock! Punk hadn’t even started yet and the Dolls were already punk. Born too soon! But then again? Were the Rolling Stones punk rock? One wonders. Aerosmith? Queen? Roxy Music? T. Rex? Mott the Hoople? I can see all of that leading right up into punk rock honestly.

But then a lot of these were glam bands and the Dolls if nothing else was the epitome of glam. And glam led right straight into punk rock.

If you want to know what I am like, I am this guy. I am also David Bowie. And Marc Bolan. I am David Bowie, Marc Bolan, the New York Dolls, Iggy Pop and Mick Jagger all wrapped into one.

Which is apparently where a lot of the sexual orientation confusion comes from I suppose. Not that I am not getting sick and tired of it because I am. But if I am just David Bowie then it all makes sense and I should not expect anything different.

I loved this guy when he was in the Dolls too. There are a number of photographs of him in this video. This is said to be a live in the studio version bujt that’s not the case. It’s actually from a song that was played live in a Swedish radio station!. Other than that, it’s never been heard before.

P.S. I more or less agree with the sentiment behind this song, but I don’t think it applies to all of them. And a few years after menopause, I suppose it doesn’t apply to any of them.

That’s an even better version, a lot more cleaned up. I have no idea what this version is off of.

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RIP David Bowie

Wow, that really hit me with a shock.

He had been very ill with cancer for the last 18 months, but they had kept it a good secret. In addition to the cancer, he had a heart scare seven years ago when he had to have an angioplasty. He made very few appearances in recent years. Shockingly, he made a stage appearance a mere month before he died, and he looked reasonably healthy. But his rail-thin appearance stunned a lot of people and left many of them wondering what was going on.

What type of cancer did Bowie have? He died of liver cancer, but it was not primary liver cancer. Instead David Bowie died of lung cancer that spread to his liver and caused secondary liver cancer. Well, that’s what the rumor mill says anyway.

Lung cancer itself is a bitch, with 5-year survival rate of a terrifyingly low 5%. In other words, lung cancer is a death sentence. Everyone I knew who had it was dead pretty damn quick. Liver cancer is not much better, with a 5-year survival rate of 17%. Liver cancer is pretty much a death sentence too. I have known a few people who had it, and none of them survived long.

I always loved David Bowie, even back when it was pretty uncool to like him. I started listening to him around 1974. I do remember that the Ziggy Stardust album from 1972 was still popular around that time.

Hunky Dory from 1971? Even earlier stuff like The Man Who Sold the World? Hardly popular at all, though I do remember being at some stoner hipster groovy people’s house around that time, and a teenage girl smiled a sly, devious smile and put on The Man Who Sold the World.

Aladdin Sane was quite popular, but only with the stoner underground freak crowd. I remember when it came out, and one of my best friends, MJ, went to visit a mutual friend of ours, an Italian guy who worked in a liquor store at the beach but lived all the way up in in north Orange County. MJ went over to that guy’s apartment one night, and they listened to that album and smoked lots of weed until dawn, MJ later told me.

Pin Ups followed later in 1973. This album was not very popular at all; however, some of the “underground” crowd was into it. I first heard it on an 8-track in a Volkswagen being driven by one of my total hipster surfer cool guy friends as he pulled his car up to us late one school night out in front of NF and DN’s house. I think his name was Perrault. The song was Sorrow, and damn it was cool.

I was just starting to smoke pot at the time, and I was growing my hair long. I got hazed pretty bad when I first started to hang out with the cool guys because they were pretty rough street kids, basically juvenile delinquents. RN, NF, CD and TB were there.

We were all smoking pot outside late one school night.

They hazed me. CD and TB swarmed me, jumping in to hit me and jump away. They were calling me gay. I kept saying, “I’m not gay. I’m not gay.”

It was one of the most traumatic nights of my life, dealing with that bullying. It was also my first gay bashing, and two much worse ones would follow. Yes, it is true! Straight guys get gay bashed too! Quite a few of them do in fact.

RN was trying to calm the scene down, saying, “It’s cool. It’s cool.” I don’t think he thought I was really gay, so I suppose he thought it was an injustice. NF was quietly snickering. He didn’t think he thought I was really gay either as he knew me pretty well since he was the one who introduced me to the local delinquent crowd, but I guess he thought it was funny.

I put up with the hazing, and pretty soon I got to hang out with the bad boys, but they never totally accepted me. CD and TB later burglarized my house and stole my coin collection. A year earlier, CD had thrown a rock through my window. I was in the room at the time, and it was terrifying.

CD was basically evil, but TB was just a stoned out delinquent surf cat. I met TB ten years later around 1984, and he acted very apologetic. He didn’t say anything, but his body language told me he seemed sorry for what he had done to me. He had cleaned up his act as so many White delinquents do and had a good job and a girlfriend.

NF, who was basically heterosexual, later turned into a gay rent boy or a gay prostitute in Laguna Beach. He was the kept man of an older gay man. I always figured he was in it for the money because he always seemed basically straight to me. A tough badass surfer juvenile delinquent, he was extremely macho and overwhelming. He always had beautiful girlfriends. A lot of very good-lookng young straight men get into gay prostitution. I guess they do it for the money. It’s quite common.

When he was about 30 years old, NF the kept boy was a passenger in the  sports car owned by his older Sugar Daddy. They sped through an intersection in Laguna Beach very late one Saturday night, and NF never made it out of that car again. A terrible car accident sent NF, maverick, stud, Greek God, surfcat and ultimate bad boy, into the archives.

RN turned into a White Supremacist and moved to Idaho.

CD was still a sadistic shit the last I heard, and it was rumored that he beat his wife a lot. Some people seem to be born evil.

JB across the street was a Mormon who was never into dope or rock and roll. He was the typical straight guy. Apparently much later in the early 1990’s, he became a heavy cocaine user. He came around to my friend BD’s workplace one day and said goodbye to BD. BD didn’t understand what JB was doing. Why was he saying goodbye? Huh? But there’s a logic to most things people do. JB was going around to all of his old friends and saying goodbye to them one by one. Very soon afterwards, he went home, sat down, pointed a gun at his head, pulled the trigger and blew out his brains. We were all stunned.

The rock and roll had come a year earlier or so. The fights with my father over the hair were legendary and often quite violent. A lot of objects got smashed up. Good times! I was fond of tipping the dinner table over when everyone was seated at it, and everyone’s food would go crashing on the floor. Usually a plate or two broke. Dinner was often interrupted by me jumping up at the table and yelling, “Fuck you!” at my father as I threw a glass of water in his face. Those fights were cool! A great time was had by all. God I love my family! We sure knew how to live it up. Lot of excitement growing up, and never a dull moment!

Pinups was a very underground album, and only the coolest, hippest people were into it.

Diamond Dogs came out the next year in 1974. It wasn’t a hit, and most people just thought it was weird. However, the title track is awesome, and Rebel Rebel is out of this world!

Next came Young Americans in 1975, which was Bowie’s disco album. I was very much into the disco craze at the time. I wore platform shoes – at one type I had four-inch high purple platform shoes. I wore cotton and silk scarves a lot. Some people thought it was gay, but most people called it “stylin’.” Gay men don’t usually wear scarves. But a lot of straight disco guys were wearing scarves back then.

I know Tim Leary was fond of silk scarves. Some friends of mine used to visit Tim and Rosemary at their house in the Hollywood Hills pretty often. Once DL and I were in a video store on Sunset Avenue in Hollywood on the Strip in the 1980’s. DL said, “Bob! Look! The Godhead! It’s Timothy Leary!” He had his hands folded in front of him and was bowing his head repeatedly like a Buddhist monk in the direction of a white haired man at the checkout counter.

It was Timothy Leary himself, the first time I had ever seen the man. Leary had a copy of Amadeus in his hand and was renting it for the night. He had a huge ear to ear grin on his face. Every time I saw him on TV, he always had that grin. Face it, if you took LSD 2,000 times and saw God as many times as he did, you might never stop smiling either.

I had velvet pants and silk shirts. All of that sounds pretty faggy, but you have to understand that all of this stuff was the style back then, and most of the guys who were wearing this stuff were straight disco guys. Gay men didn’t wear clothes like that, but they did have their own gay disco scene about which I know little.

I hated Young Americans, but I still like some disco music. In 1973-75, Bowie, Mott the Hoople, the New York Dolls, Queen, Lou Reed and T. Rex were pretty much the glam scene. The glam scene was extremely underground and druggy, and you hardly ever met anyone who was into it. The people who were into it were basically “freaks” who were completely outside of society.

A lot of more conservative types hated all of the above music, which they thought was sick. I believe the basic complaint was that the glam bands were a bunch of faggots. It wasn’t true, but they did play up a phony angle like that – fake faggots, or straight guys pretending to be gay to shock people.

None of the big glam stars except Freddie Mercury were really gay, and even Bowie and Reed who were playing around with homosexuality later “came out” as straight. Back in those days, it was groovy, transgressive and shocking to be bisexual, and there was a bit of bisexual chic going on, but I never saw much of it. Bowie was always a closeted straight man, and Iggy Pop said he got more pussy than any man he ever knew. “From waitresses to heiresses, David Bowie fucked them all,” said an incredulous Pop.

Reed later settled into a longterm straight relationship with Laurie Anderson, who was always straight but played up the lesbian look and act as some sort of a weird art statement. A girlfriend of mine told me that she knew people who knew Reed, and they described him as omnisexual or pansexual. He pretty much fucked anything that moved without much preference or care. All of Mott and T. Rex, the rest of Bowie’s band and the rest of Queen were all straight. They were messing around with the androgyne look, which incidentally was very popular among straight men at that time.

I went to see Bowie for the first time on the Station to Station tour when the human chameleon was in his Thin White Duke role. It was bad, man! I went with BA and maybe BD, and we smoked pot the whole concert and got stoned to the gills. You could openly smoke pot at rock concerts back then, and generally no one even cared. There was security all over the place, but they generally never tried to stop the pot smoking. Pretty soon a huge cloud of pot smoke would collect toward the top of the stadium. Funny.

BA died ten years ago at age 47. He was a hardcore alcoholic who used alcohol to make a beast of himself. People went outside one sunny late morning and saw him in his parked car, slumped over the steering wheel. He would never drive that car again. A massive heart attack kindly released him at last from the unbearable pain of being a man.

The next year featured Station to Station. By this time, Bowie was mainstream. I still think Station to Station is one of the greatest albums ever made. During this phase, Bowie was living in London and was completely gone into a drugged out world – in Bowie’s case, cocaine. He got completely out there on coke to where he was more or less psychotic.

Cocaine was a much discussed but little used drug back then. It was so expensive that really no one could afford it, but everyone was in awe of it anyway. At that time, we thought cocaine was a “soft drug” like pot, and boy were we wrong about that. I was already hearing ugly stories about cocaine as early as 1976, and with  the years, they only got worse.

Low came out in 1977 and was widely panned by critics. This was an ambient music album patterned on the work of Kraftwerk, Brian Eno, etc. I actually liked Low a lot, and I still do. I think it is underrated. It was such a change for Bowie that people were freaked out by the new sound. Philip Glass later described Low as a “work of genius.”

Later in 1977, Heroes came out with the same type of weird ambient music. However, this was more popular. The single Heroes was well received, and it’s always been one of my favorite songs of all time. The Heroes album was very weird, but I still like it.

In 1978, when I transferred from junior college to four year university, Lodger came out. Lodger was widely panned upon release, and some still hate it. I liked it a lot at the time though, and it was a bit of a cult album. Note that Low, Heroes and Lodger were seldom played among the crowd I ran with in the US, though they topped charts in the UK. The only people listening to this stuff in the US were “underground” people.

However, time has been kind to Lodger, and its status seems to increase with each passing year. It is now regarded along with The Man Who Sold the World and Diamond Dogs as one of Bowie’s most underrated albums. Boys Keep Swinging is a great song off Lodger.

Scary Monsters (Super Creeps), released in 1980, was also very weird, but by this time, Bowie was starting to get a bit more mainstream, and his popularity was moving out of the underground crowd. The title track and Ashes to Ashes were hits on the album, and Ashes to Ashes ended up being a huge hit single in the US, where it was on the radio all the time. The title track was a less popular song, although I like it about as much as Ashes to Ashes. During this phase, Bowie was into the New Romantic movement, which most of you have probably never heard of.

1981 featured only a single with Queen’s Freddy Mercury called Under Pressure, but boy is that one incredible song. It’s one of my favorite songs of all time, a work of genius and as good a song as Heroes. By this time, Bowie was just about mainstream.

1983 saw the release of Let’s Dance with the fantastic hit single China Girl, one of the greatest songs he ever did. That song was very popular with the mainstream crowd, and it seemed to never leave the radio dial. Not that it mattered, as you could about listen to it all day anyway with no loss of pleasure. The song Let’s Dance was also a big hit, but I never liked that song much.

After Let’s Dance, Bowie never made another good album until two days before his death, and he did not write one good song for the next 23 years. Most of his albums and singles in that period were poorly received.

However, I heard a track off of Black Star which came out just this month, and I think he finally broke his losing streak with that album. I heard part of one of the tracks on the radio today, and it was awesome!

Black Star had been 18 months in the making. Bowie started making it at the same time as he got diagnosed by metastatic cancer (Get it?). The album absolutely baffled listeners who didn’t seem to know what to make of it.

But now that he is dead, this haunting, dark, brooding yet sentimental and beautiful album titled Black Star makes sense, and people are putting the pieces together. Bowie knew he was headed out, and Black Star was his farewell. Black Star is David Bowie saying goodbye to all of us. It sounds a lot like the Low/Heroes/Lodger ambient sound of the late 1970’s, the perfect sound for one last exit from the Stage.

A wave, and gone.

Goodbye David Bowie. I loved thee well.

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Information Overload

The 21st Century disease.

My brain hurt like a warehouse
There was no room to spare
I had to cram so many things in there
Everything in there

– David “Nostradamus” Bowie, Five Years, from Hunky Dory (1973)

Hi David! Greetings from 2014! You don’t know you right you are!

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1970’s Androgyny Explained

Homer Simpson writes:

As someone who was a metalhead back in the late 80s-early 90s, I’ve always wondered what was the whole point in glam metal, in which glam band members went out of their way in wearing flashy multi-color spandex, teased hair, women’s make-up, frilly clothes, but @ the same time often had misogynistic/sexist attitudes about women & even could be somewhat homophobic as well. (Then again, most people were homophobes back then, even sometimes the homosexuals themselves,) & to what audience they were playing too?

It seems like the majority of female metalheads back in my day were into glam metal, even if those bands lyrics were always seemingly addressed to adolescent male hormonal urges. Now with ‘classic’ metal bands like Iron Maiden, Judas Priest or AC/DC, they were a lot more logical in regards what heavy metal was supposed to be,& much more blatant in regards to whom they were playing & singing about to what audience (white,alienated males).

Then came ‘glam metal’,especially the bands that came out after the likes of Motley Crue, Dokken, Twisted Sister (aka Poison, Bon Jovi, White Lion) , all of a sudden, I was all bewildered from it. Maybe that’s partly why I listened to bands such as Megadeth, Metallica, in which I’ve always understood where they were coming from, & also I could relate to far more than the likes, also I enjoyed their music a lot more too.

As you can see, a lot of the female metalheads were glammers. So that would be a great reason to get into glam oneself – the Hell with the music, just get into it for the women!

Well I can relate to glam metal. I am an androgyne myself, 1970’s style. See back than anyone could be an androgyne and most of the androgynes were not the slightest bit homosexual. It was just normal to be an androgyne, and chicks went nuts over androgynous guys. Then the gays came along and ruined 1970’s androgyny. Nowadays androgyny means homosexual and nothing else. Thanks a lot gays!

Back then it was just about being a full human being and also doing sort of what we used to call a “gender fuck.” I am pretty homophobic myself do not much like homosexuals, and I really do not want them around me. If you call me a fag, I might hit you. I am pretty untamed and incorrigible about females. Even my Mom considers me to be a hopeless case; she just shakes her head and laughs. On the other hand, I wear my girlfriends’ clothes in the house and out of it (a lot of women’s clothes fit guys just fine), help them with their makeup and let them put makeup on me.

Personally, I would love to wear spandex, tease out my hair real wild if I had enough of it to do that, wear makeup, wear frilly clothes and all of that, but at the same time, I am basically a typical macho pig I suppose at the end of the day. Most 70’s rocker androgynes were like that – they were actually really macho guys. The New York Dolls were practically street gang members.

Women love androgynes. David Bowie got more pussy than your average army. Iggy Pop lived with him in Berlin for a while and he said he had never seen any man get as many women as David Bowie did. “From heiresses to stewardesses, he got them all,” Iggy said. When I wear my girlfriends’ clothes out in public, I know it sounds vain, but a lot of women drool over me. That would be especially young women aged maybe 25-30 or so. Those are the ones who really like that sort of thing. And I am 56 years old!

As an aside, most of the most notorious and insane, out of control womanizers that I knew were basically androgynes. They were about half female themselves, and that  helps you to relate to females. Most of those guys related to and understood females pretty well. Most of their friends were females, even females they were not dating. They just preferred to be around females.

They could hang out with guys just fine too though and when you have females around you all the time, trust me, a lot of guys will suddenly become your friends one way or another anyway. Bottom line is if you have a lot of females around you, you suddenly get all sorts of new male friends. I guess they are hoping for some of the by-catch or overflow.

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Poison, “Look What the Cat Dragged In”

I like this. Sort of sounds like Rick Derringer from the early 1970’s. More great glam metal from 1987!

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Poison, “Talk Dirty to Me”

The New York Dolls! Actually, I still love to dress like this if I can. I like to wear my girlfriends' clothes, and they often let me wear them. But not the dresses!

The New York Dolls! Actually, I still love to dress like this if I can. I like to wear my girlfriends’ clothes, and they often let me wear them. But not the dresses!

Fantastic glitter – glam – bubblegum – early metal – hair metal song from the early 1980’s. These guys were fantastic. Out of LA. The song sounds like “glitter-glam bubblegum” from the 1970’s like a band called Sweet which was one of my favorites.

Interestingly, Slash of Guns N Roses auditioned for this band.

This song was from 1987, so this glam hair metal stuff was still going strong even into the late 80’s.

According to Wikipedia, this genre is called “glam metal.” I like it!

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