Mick Jagger, The Rolling Stones And The Revolt Of  The Yobbos

Part II


R.E. Prindle

Warhol Jagger

Mick, Dave And Andy

If you had looked you wouldn’t have seen it but Sigmund Freud, or at least, his ghost was quietly at work transforming the psychology of Western Man.  The old chivalric ideals of the Arthurian sagas was rapidly being replaced by the Jewish hopes and fears of Sigmund Freud and the Jewish people.

The Aryan ideal was based on an intense consciousness and objectivity while the Jewish understanding was unconscious and subjective.  Aryans followed a concept of honor, Jews followed a concept of chutzpah.  The transformation was understood if not clearly seen by the science fiction writers of the fifties.  Stories subsequently made into movies such as The Blob, Invasion Of The Body Snatchers, book title: The Body Snatchers, and I Am Legend told the tale of the subversion of the conscious as people were portrayed as the living dead or zombies.

Warhol Jagger

With the way prepared then the next step was the free expression of subconscious desires undeterred by reflection and the subversion of men and women in sex.  Freud proclaimed that the more frequently men ejaculated the better a person they would be, at the same time preaching the dangers of repressing those psychological ‘needs’ or desires to the exclusion of all others.

The Libertine element or Bohemians of society seized the opportunity while those yet imbued with  Chivalric or Christian ideals held out while those ideals were slowly eroded replaced by Jewish ideals.   Of course the Pill and drugs came along to push Freudian ideals into fast forward, a bunch of Charlie Chaplins rushing to the future.

Warhol Jagger

At the same time movies and TV began to glorify the expression of an undefined rage  against Western ideals and justifications of its impression appeared regularly in ever more sadistic and uncontrolled expressions.  Movies glorifying drug use and homosexuality appeared regularly.  This enabled homosexuals, sadists and what have you to recognize and find each other thus being able to organize in associations.  The Homosexual, Sexual and Yobbo, or Undermen, revolutions were thus able to more forward much more rapidly.  One was able to discuss these aberrations as normal conversation, mere expressions of the varieties of sexual experience.  Then in 1962 Anthony Burgess published the Yobbo bible, A Clockwork Orange, which in 1971 was made into the most despicable of movies.

The Yobbo bible apparently found a ready audience awaiting it.  In New York, the Prince, even the King, of the Yobbos, Andy Warhol, teamed up with the London fashion photographer David Bailey to buy the screen rights from Burgess at bargain basement rates.  They obviously saw the book’s potential for forwarding the revolutions on the screen for the corruption of Western youth.  Bailey who must have been one the earliest jet setters having met Andy on an earlier occasion perhaps after Andy had introduced his soup cans unless Andy had been recognized as a leader of the revolutions before he had gained fame as an artist.

Warhol and Bailey were quick off the block obtaining the rights in either late ‘62 or early ‘63.  Certainly a prescient move.  As Andy was just beginning his switch from art to film while having no experience in film making Bailey’s collaboration seems as though it were a leap of faith.  Perhaps  if they met in ‘62 or even earlier he and Andy jabbered about the potential of movies while riding a white horse name Obetrol.

David Bailey who had risen rapidly in the late fifties at British Vogue is credited with being one of the originators of

Warhol Jagger

Swinging London.  What a knockout combination that was, had us all slavering at the mouth wishing we were part of it.  Bailey even had his career commemorated in Antonioni’s film, Blow Up of 1966.  A sensational film in its day though I find it difficult to see the significance today although still good mood and photography.

David had met Mick sometime in 1963 through his girl friend model Jean Shrimpton.  Mick was dating Jean’s sister Chrissie who introduced him to Jean.  Jean had no trouble spotting the Stones potential introducing David to Mick with the giddy news that he and the Stones were going to be bigger than the Beatles.  Slightly enthusiastic; the Stones were going to be big but not bigger.  Nothing really approaches the impact of the Beatles.  The dead Lennon is either a god or nearly one while none of the Stones will reach that status.

David and Mick bonded immediately becoming in David’s word, mates.  David was five years older than Mick and already successful so that must have enhanced his appeal to Mick.  As David looked at Mick and saw the Stones play he apparently said to himself;  These are the yobbos I need for my movie, droogs if I ever saw them.  He and Mick boarded a big 707 jetliner, one assumes, in mid to late ’63 to be introduced to co-owner of the movie rights of the intellectual property as the star of the semi-porn flick, at least as it would be filmed in 1971.

David Bailey- Fashion Photographer

This was a fateful connection for Mick and the Stones.  Now, Mick had been attending the London School of Economics, LSE, during ‘62 and ‘63 only leaving university in late ‘63 when he believed the Stones were going to make it.  It is hard to believe that he would give up school for the ephemeral success of England- two good years and out, replaced by the next pretty face.  Perhaps Bailey and Warhol were already planning the exploitation of the record industry as a propaganda tool.  Certainly Bailey was conscious of the trans-Atlantic connection between British and American Vogue.  For guys on the qui vive it wouldn’t be much of a leap to imagine trans-Atlantic musicians, after all, the Englishman (Scot, I know) Lonnie Donnegan had already had a few hits, including a monster, The Rock Island Line, in America.  If, in their discussion Mick could have seen the potential, leaving university would be a bet on a bigger and more glorious future.

Some think Bailey and Warhol would have made the movie but ALO placed the price of the Stone’s too high.  As Oldham was as keen on Clockwork Orange as anyone that doesn’t necessarily ring true.  There must have been other reasons.

Nor was Mick studying bookkeeping at LSE as often represented.  The school was established by the Fabian socialist Webbs c. 1900 and was a Communist training ground.  Mick did have a scholarship which means he must have been vetted as good future material.  Although LSE does have an accounting department Mick was enrolled in political science with the intention of being a Communist politician.  So, Mick, David and Andy were to follow a revolutionary agenda pushing the envelope in sex and unruliness.  The emerging drug scene promoted both aspects and added a new one.

Shortly after Mick returned home the Beatles burst upon the scene from the Ed Sullivan show in February of ‘64.  This was the avant garde of the British Invasion opening up fabulous new vistas for the yobbos of small insular England.  For whatever reason the Beatles were an immediate sensation.  I’ve got a very good ear but I couldn’t hear it then and I still can’t.  The Stones, not really that big a deal yet, followed shortly after gaining full national exposure on Sullivan’s show.  Young America was watching.  Regardless of the opinion of Stones’ fans they didn’t cut it.  There didn’t seem to be much there other than the hype.  Mick couldn’t sing while having a very weird appearance.  All eyes were on the magnetism of Brian Jones, looking right past Mick.  You can see him noticing where the attention was going and looking over at Brian as though to say:  But I’m the singer and should be the center of attention.  Perhaps Brian’s fate was sealed at that moment.  Certainly if he had been brought up front, as all four Beatles had been, there might have been more interest.

No matter, the first tour may have been a bummer but the conquest was still quick enough.  The Stones were after all British.  Gold, at the moment.

In any event Warhol and Jagger became fast friends. A friendship that was to endure to Andy’s death in 1987.  By the time the Stones had gotten settled in Andy had been shot in 1968 actually killing him but the doctors brought him back.

The early endorsement of Warhol had cemented the relationship of the Stones with the yobbos of Bohemia.  In ‘63-64 Warhol was only just getting the Factory, the clubhouse of homosexual drug addicted Yobbos, going but that gang would have spread the word effectively in Manhattan club land.

I’m sure Mick’s sexual ambiguity, bi-sexuality, or whatever you wanted to call it kept the enormous homosexual population of Greenwich Village Bohemia in his corner.  After Andy’s recovery in 1969-70 the relationship between the two men developed.

Andy Warhol

To quote the website

http://www.montauklife.com/history/hist-main2.htm :

Mick Jagger was painted [by Warhol] while he was at the height of fame.  Andy and Jagger first met in 1963.  Warhol spent a lot of time with Jagger and his wife, Bianca, but claimed he was the closest to their daughter Jade, whom Andy remembers teaching to paint.  Over the years the artistically inclined Jagger kept tabs on the musically inclined Warhol.  Mick was such an admirer, that in 1972 when the Stones formed their own record company, they tapped Andy to design their logo.

Montauk is the easternmost town at the end of Long Island.  Andy and Paul Morrisey had bought a twenty acre compound there that they rented out.  In 1975 they would rent it to the Stones for 5K a month while they were making Black and Blue.

In the meantime the Stones expanded their list of celebrity acquaintances on their 1972 Exile On Main Street tour.  Needless to say these celebrities were all related to Warhol and the Bohemian scene.  This included meeting the Warholite photographer Peter Beard who directed the Stones to Montauk.  The linked Montauk site is worth reading.

Clockwork Orange Poster

All right.  A Clockwork Orange was released in 1971 with devastating results.  Just previously in 1969 the Homosexual Revolution had succeeded in escaping the restraints of New York City laws with the   Stonewall  Riots  leading to the golden age of homosexuality before AIDS hit.  The Stonewall Inn was on Christopher Street in the Village, the very heart of the Homosexual Revolution and Warhol’s empire. This led to an increase in the corruption of society.  Following on the heels of the Riots perhaps encouraged by them the effects of A Clockwork Orange were much greater than The Blackboard Jungle and Rebel Without A Cause of the mid-fifties.

There were serious consequences not least of which was a sado-masochistic tone to the Stones as exhibited in their Black And Blue release of 1975.  It is hard to believe that this record didn’t reflect Andy’s sado-masochistic influence.  The inside cover depicting a bound woman being brutalized, the title Black and Blue seeming to indicate the bruises she was getting from the beating caused a major uproar, especially amongst Lesbian groups, resulting  in the photo’s being withdrawn to be replaced by a group shot.  Warhol and Mick were in sync.

In addition to providing the Stones’ logo Andy also designed three record covers for them which advanced the homosexual sadistic agenda.  The first was the blatantly homo Sticky Fingers.  The title was interpreted to mean the result of beating off while the cover has the famous zippered jeans with the working zipper.

The second cover was Love You Live with its double entendre of cannibalism.  The third, Emotional Tattoo, a bootleg, featured Mick on the cover of 1983.

In 1975 showing Andy’s great admiration or love or Mick he made a portfolio of large 42 x29 inch prints reproduced in this article.

During this whole period of the seventies Mick’s wife Bianca was the reigning queen of the Warhol/Halston entourage.   While Mick promoted satanic sex riding an enormous inflated penis on the stage he was somewhat more puritan with his wife off stage.  He found Bianca’s  sexual behavior in the Warhol entourage so humiliating that he was forced to divorce her.  One can say that he was patient with her past the endurance of most guys.

But Andy and Mick remained good friends.  In 1987 when Andy took the one way barge trip to a new life Mick was the only celebrity friend who took the time to attend Andy’s funeral in Pittsburgh.  Thus ended probably one of the most significant friendships of our time.

By the time Andy died they and one presumes, David Bailey, had been more successful in achieving their goals than they might have hoped.  Of course Sigmund Freud gave them more than a leg up.

Next:  Nemesis Catches Up With The Stones.

 Part I

Mick Jagger, The Rolling Stones And The Sixties


R.E. Prindle

Andrew Look Oldham Learning The Ropes

The Sixth Rolling Stone

I’m in the James Dean suite, better known as two shoe boxes at the back of the Hotel Iroquois on West 44th Street in Manhattan and life has definitely lost its color.

You try for a few things to forget that he who is not busy being born is busy dying, to block out the thought of yourself as a wingless, hurt, spineless bird of the 60s.

Another grey-line- they’re not even white anymore- another grappa or Southern-anything-without-Comfort can bring you back for a few minutes but it’s not a given. Occasionally you get up from the couch and have to check yourself out in the mirror above the fireplace to make sure you are still there, and that’s an effort.

One could say that when life becomes too painful, the body sickens and withers and the soul departs.

–Andrew Loog Oldham, Stoned, 1995

     Andrew Loog Oldham was the promoter, the guiding light, who led the five lads comprising the Rolling Stones from a squalid existence to the top of revolutionary society.  As he wrote the above quote from Vol. 1 of his excellent two volume autobiography, Stoned, he viewed his past from the perspective of drug induced oblivion.  It hadn’t always been that way.

Andrew had been present at the creation of that part of the Revolution known as the British Invasion in the history of Rock and Roll.  He had in fact been one of its principal guides.

But, as even the most obscure molecule has its origins in a more distant past a background of the macro cosmos leading to the micro-cosmos Andrew Oldham might provide some insights.

The actual starting point of what became Andrew Loog Oldham is, oh, say, 1789 and the French Revolution of which, of course the future molecule of  Andrew had no part.  Let us skip lightly over the intervening hundred years or so to the defining moment of our own existence, the years after 1900.

Of supreme importance is the career of that master demolition artist, Sigmund Freud, but we’re just going to be dealing with conclusions not origins or development.  Nevertheless Freud began his assault on Western consciousness in 1900 with his Interpretation Of Dreams- the excavations of the unconscious and demolition of the conscious.  We will bear this is mind because Freud’s vision of psychology is important.

The stately self-confidence of the Victorian Age was destroyed by the horrors of what at that time was known as The Great War, the term WWI evolving only after twenty-five years or so later.  WWII gave that previous war its modern nomenclature.

Thus 1914 commenced a hundred years war in which WWII, the Korean War, The Viet Nam War and the Communist subversion of US institutions was done reaching a culmination under a world wide Communist government led by China with Barack Obama as its king, emperor or dictator.

The First World War destroyed the flower of Western manhood, compounded by the destruction of European manhoodof the succeeding WWII the loss was not reparable up to our time.  While the ‘Pacifists’, the physically weak and mental imbeciles remained at home with the elderly and women the best and bravest were sent on an unproductive suicide mission.  As the undrafted at least were the patriotic and nationalists that also left the international Communists at home to assume positions of real power- the directors of the war, that is, the beneficiaries of the slaughter.

After the War the Third International interfered in the  internal affairs of the nations nourished by the West’s absurd notion of democracy setting up power points in Western capitols that resulted in Popular Front qua Communist governments in all Western States with the exception of the Axis powers who nevertheless adopted socialist administrations.

In the meantime the soldiers returned after the war in various stages of shell shock or mental discomfort of some kind to try to put their lives in order without any assistance from the State that put them in harm’s way in the charnel house.  They were greeted on their return by enormous social disorganization caused by the Communists who for instance led the general strike of 1929 in Great Britain and in general caused a conflict between two different economic or essentially religious approaches.

The General Strike was followed by the world wide economic depression that lasted until the religious war of 1939-45 between Communism and Rationality.  The former was led by the USSR and Stalin while the latter was led by Hitler, his Germany and the Axis.  The result was a forgone conclusion as both the US and USSR were united against a pitifully weak German and Axis Powers.

In this second major incident of the Hundred Years War Britain was all but demolished.  She was the big loser.  As the incident ended in 1945 London was all put a pile of rubble.  From the rubble came the second phase of the Rock and Roll generations.

Since the discussion is centered around the Rolling Stones , Bill Wyman the eldest of the group was born in 1935 thereby having definite memories of the bombing.  Charlie Watts, Jagger, Richards and Jones came along in ‘42 and ‘43.  The genius who promoted the group, Andrew Loog Oldham, was born in 1944 a couple years earlier than the baby boomers, remaining a part of the war babies.

London from the end of the incident to 1960 and even beyond retained evidence of the bombing.  The devastation was nearly terminal.

Replacing English manhood on the front during the war years were millions of US soldiers, sailors and airmen.  Thus the women were not necessarily without men.  Most such relations did not lead to stable commitments resulting in  many illegitimate children.  Yet many American men wed their English girlfriends returning them to the US.  In my boyhood I knew or knew of several English war brides, so there must have thousands or tens of thousands of them.  This may to some extent have relieved the disparity between the abundance of women and the paucity of men, balancing society somewhat.

As it turned out the fulcrum of the Stones, Andrew Loog Oldham, was one of those unfortunate bastards.  Even though his mother took his father’s name his status affected the development of his character.

Rationing of essentials continued until 1953 so that Wyman fully experienced the deprivation while the others endured some of it, Oldham the least.  Let’s say that they all had less than cheery childhoods while those of us of the same age cohort in the US while having reduced comforts, which were scarcely noticeable to me if at all, knew little deprivation saving that there were few men around.  Richards’ felt the rationing of candy rather intensely while I, in the US, could spend whatever little money I had on candy and you can bet I did.  Loved candy and ice cream then and love them now.


ALO Somewhere In Space And Time

We’ll begin then with Andrew Loog Oldham as he knew how to take some self-absorbed nearly amateur musicians with a group identity and market them not only to England but the US and ultimately, the world.  The Stones were among the first global bands.

Coming from a world scarred by war and a son of an unwed mother who next formed a long standing relationship with a married man who did treat Andrew well the boy still developed a psychosis.  Caught up in the glamour he tried to make his way from age seventeen.  He was part of the first generation that had difficulties separating movies from real life.  Andrew saw a lot of them taking them as education developing his persona from them.  Two influential movies and characters around which he formed the core of his persona he mentions frequently.  Expresso Bongo, a not bad rock and roll vehicle for Cliff Richards, contributed the character Johnny Jackson very convincingly played by Laurence Harvey.  Jackson was essentially a street hustler who overplayed his hand as Andrew himself would do.

Laurence Harvey as Johnny Jackson

A second personality forming movie was the grim, even repulsive The Sweet Smell Of Success starring Burt Lancaster and Tony Curtis and based on the life of the reptile journalist Walter Winchell.  Once again a couple characters who overplayed their hand ending in disaster.

Tony Curtis, Burt Lancaster In Sweet Smell Of Success

Andrew took flings around the incipient glamour industries that would form Swinging England including Mary Quant and others before settling on the truly surface glamour of the recording industry.

He introduced himself to Brian Epstein becoming a publicist for the Beatles.  There could have been no premonition of the phenomenal success of the Beatles leading to the British Invasion.  The Beatles success itself remains a mystery to me.  I can guess who engineered the situation but I can’t explain its success.  Certainly when Andrew heard of the Rolling Stones in 1963 before the Beatles’ success in the US he could only have been thinking of conquering England.

At the time Andrew found them the Stones were building a reputation as a stage band, but small.  Appearing in Rochester they performed before only thirty people, which swelled to sixty shortly, hardly enough to build an empire on, yet it worked.   When he saw this very small situation he realized he had the chance of a lifetime; a seize it or lose it situation.  Andrew was definitely a visionary of no mean farsightedness.  His problem was that he was underage unable to legally act on his own.  He was forced to include an old line manager to front for him named Eric Easton.  Formed in a small time England Easton hadn’t the imagination to take the Stones global while Andrew did.

Andrew then had to bide his time until he was twenty-one and able to act in his own name.  This was dangerous because artist management was and is basically dishonest and Easton was of the cloth, but we will get into that later when we discuss the concept of intellectual properties.

For the time being Andrew guided the Stones to Easton.


The Rolling Stones

Brian Jones

As I say, the Stones, with the exception of Bill Wyman, were of the second generation of rockers being War Babies.  They, then, experienced the bombed over London of the forties along with food rationing that lasted until 1953-54.  According to Richards the lifting of the candy ration was the battle cry of freedom for British youth.  One wonders why some astute entrepreneur didn’t smuggle in some M & Ms or Mars Bars from the US.  Lord knows we never suffered from sugar deprivation.

Nevertheless the older age cohorts brought Dixieland music called Trad Jazz in England to the fore in the post war years

Charlie Watts

while the War Babies progressed to Negro R&B and straight Blues which the first rockers had already converted to rock and roll in the US mid-fifties.  At the same time Jazz had a following so that the whole of British music after 1960 or so was derived from American Negro depression music.  At the line goes:  The Blues ain’t nothing’ but a good man feelin’ bad, that is to say, depressed.

So the trajectory was the first group of British musicians picked up on Dixieland or Trad which is pretty much the music of depressed people trying to convince themselves they are joyous, a sort of Singing In The Rain spirit, correlating with the spirit of the immediate post-war generation.  Dixieland, originating in the old French colony of New Orleans then was Negro music that tried to lift depressed spirits.  It was only natural, so to speak, that a totally depressed post-war English generation would find Trad so emotionally satisfying.

In the fifties, Rock and Roll music evolved in the US based on Country music, or White blues, and certain Negro Blues influences.  However the White American experience with Negroes and Negro music had been integrated into White consciousness while Negritude was rejected.  It should be remembered that the cowboy singer Gene Autry not infrequently sang  blues based material.

The spirit of Blues is much different than the spirit of Dixieland.  R&B livened the spirits of the War Babies while still

Keith Richards

being depressed but cheered and encouraged by increasing prosperity the moved up the evolution of US Negro music from Dixieland to R&B.  Thus a crossing or melding of Aryan and Negro sentiments with a heavy reverence for African culture.  ‘Drop down mama, and spread yo’ legs, I’s comin’ fo’ ya and I don’t begs…’  Wonderful Lenny Bruce style stuff, that.

The R&B strain began to emerge then about 1960.  Jagger, Jones, Richards were all R&B crusaders from post-puberty.  Wyman came from a pop R&R background while Watts came from a Jazz backdrop.  Ian Stewart was a solid Boogie Woogie pianist.  Although dropped from the line up he contributed significantly to the band musically.

Of the group, including Oldham, the only member with a political consciousness and agenda was Mick Jagger.  The others were either yobbos or living close to the line.  It would be Jagger who gave the political direction to the group.  Mick obtained a scholarship to the Communist London School of Economics where he assumed a Communist stance that he carried over to his lyrics and posturing in the Stones.  He tempered his enthusiasm after 1970 as he says for ‘pragmatic’ reasons.  Richards while not appearing political aided and abetted Jagger’s approach because of resentment against the ‘system’, in other words, a rebel with cause enough.

Bill Wyman

Part IV

Going With The Flow

Bob Crewe

The music business was a fairly tight knit community fully under Jewish control.  The financial engine that drove it was the body of intellectual property, songs, which was known as publishing.  Publishing includes all royalties  whether from sheet music, recording or media play.  The money from media play, mainly radio and television is collected by ASCAP and BMI.  Both publishing and media are firmly under Jewish control.  Aryan artists then, like it or not, always work for Jews entirely, under contract they are essentially slaves with their earnings kept ‘in trust’ by their masters, doled out on an as need basis.  The absurdity of these ‘legal’ contracts is shown by the clause in the Stones contract with Allen Klein in which he wasn’t required to even pay out recording advances for twenty years after receipt.  How such a clause could be supported by the courts is beyond me.  But, on that later.

Now, intellectual properties are the easiest property to steal.  Quite frequently the artists don’t or didn’t even know what they were or how valuable they were.  Jac Holzman of Elektra records just assigned the Doors rights to himself.  Klein in some manner did the same with Jagger-Richards’ intellectual properties and he or his estate still owns them.  And the law allows this.

Frequently a portion of the royalties are assigned to another entity with or without the knowledge of the writers.  Then a situation arose as a result ot technology that was unforeseen and had immeasurable consequences.

Until the mid-fifties, that is from c. 1930 to 1954 radio had been a melange of programs with very few minutes a day devoted to music programming, especially of the popular sort which intellectuals have always despised.  Then TV, introduced commercially after the war knocked the legs from under syndicated radio programs.  For a moment it was believed that radio itself would go bankrupt.  However, we teens of the era were clamoring for more popular music on the radio.  It was believed that all music radio couldn’t succeed but this notion was speedily proven wrong.

We wanted to hear our records and wanted to hear the same songs and we wanted to hear them often.  This led to the innovation of Top 40 radio that seldom was more than the Top Ten with new introductions.  We demanded that smash hits like Lonnie Donnegan’s Rock Island Line be played once every quarter hour.  This would go on for a week or two until a new hit came along.  I once manipulated the dial to get seven consecutive plays of Rock Island Line before I lost my rhythm.  Now, multiply 2 ½ cents a play by several tens of millions and you’ve got yourself some pocket change.

Of course a record had to be introduced or ‘broken’ as they said.  The key break out markets were New York City and Los Angeles with Chicago a distant third.  By the time you got those three markets behind a record every other station in the country fell in line.  You had a hit.  The process usually took about six months to penetrate all markets.  So the top DJs in those three markets had to be serviced.  You can imagine the competition for those DJ jobs.  Produced some remarkable disc spinners.  To listen to the radio back then  was to participate in a non-stop party 24/7.

As a national break out center all at one time TV came along.  Ed Sullivan could introduce the entire nation to such as Elvis Presley or the Beatles or Stones  in one three minute segment.  Bravo!  Ed more or less led to American Bandstand fronted by the eternal teenager, now gone to his eternal rest, Dick Clark.  Clark became the most powerful DJ in the history of the world.  But…you had to get your record and artist on his show.

The men responsible for getting records played were called song pluggers.  This was a time honored practice going back to before the electronic media to hard copy sheet music.  No one had found fault with the practice of offering incentives to play records up to this point.

But now Dick Clark and American Bandstand.  The incentive that would get you artist’s appearance and record played on

Dick Clark

Bandstand was a piece of the ‘action’ also called publishing.  If Clark played your song, and it had to be a good one, presto! There were millions of plays on radio the very next day or sooner at 2 ½ cents a play and with luck a million sales of the 45.  I think the moral is clear here.  If Clark were allowed to go on collecting pieces of intellectual properties, or copyrights,  within a decade or so he might be worth many times the value of Tin Pan Alley and the Brill Building put together.  Now, here’s the rub…Dick Clark wasn’t Jewish.

The word from the Alley was stop Dick Clark.  But how?

Well, Clark wasn’t doing anything that hadn’t been kosher from time immemorial so the only thing to do was to make the ancient practice of song plugging sound immoral; hence the name of song plugging was changed to the morally reprehensible sounding label- PAYOLA.   Well, so what?  So pressure was put on Congress, this became a Federal case, to investigate Dick Clark and to make it ecumenical, certain important DJs like Allen Freed, who was Jewish but not of the synagogue, and make payola if not a crime at least something that certain people were prohibited from doing.

Alan Freed, the poor fish, was totally destroyed, his life ending shortly after his condemnation.  Clark, so as not to seem unfair, especially as no known crime had been violated was offered the choice of keeping Bandstand or the publishing of the songs he had already accumulated.  Dick chose Bandstand although he later said that was a mistake.  Tin Pan Alley was safe for a time as its power was returned to it.  Once again they could control what was played and who could and could not succeed.

Now, enter Andrew Loog Oldham and The Rolling Stones.

Bob Dylan in one of his fits of delusions of grandeur claims that he was the man who brought the giant Tin Pan Alley to earth.  There is no denying he made his contribution but Oldham gives greater credit to the Beatles which is probably true.  By 1964 the time of the following story of Andrew’s  the demise of the Alley hadn’t yet happened.  This is a great story.

This story involves two people with whom the reader may or may not be familiar.  One is a DJ, powerful in the business, and the other was a very powerful member of both the Gay and Jewish mafias, capable of making or breaking any aspirant to recording fame and a fixture of the Tin Pan Alley/Brill Building who most likely had a hand, if not the guiding hand, in stripping Dick Clark of his looming power over the Alley.  Murray Kaufman- Murray the K- was the former and Bob Crewe was the latter.

Both of these gentlemen were Jewish, as indeed most similar positions in the music business are, hence wishing to continue Jewish control over artists and repertoire – A&R in the business.

Clark’s assault on Alley dominance was just the opening volley.  The years ’60- ’64 were quiescent perhaps giving false assurance of victory to the Alley.  The next assault on the Alley was to begin, or was already in its birth throes about 1964 when the Beatles who wrote their own songs and published them dominated the airwaves hurt the Alley worse than Dick Clark.  Remember at the Beatles’ peak four or five of the Top Ten were Beatles songs.  Assuming those songs were played twice an hour at three minutes each  8 x 3 equals 24 minutes of non-Alley credits allowing for ads that means the Alley was virtually shut out of AM radio thus earning severely reduced royalties.

An assault requires a counter assault so any vulnerabilities in the Beatles armor had to be sought out.  Brian Epstein, the Beatles’ manager was Jewish, indeed the Beatles would be surrounded by Jews siphoning off their riches, but I don’t think Epstein was a member of the synagogue while being quite protective of what was his.  So, Epstein was in the way.  He conveniently committed suicide, as… who knows:  At this point the entire

Beatles empire was up for grabs while the Beatles themselves had never been involved in the business aspects of their success and had no idea what to do.  Who stepped in to turn their money green but two Jewish characters, Allen Klein and Leonard Epstein to divvy it up.  Leonard Epstein went by the nom de guerre of Lee Eastman, Linda’s father.  So, in the end the Jews got it back from the Beatles.

Another big factor in the demise of the Alley was the self-confessed assassin, Bob Dylan.  Dylan claims full credit for the demise of the Alley but he exaggerates.  His stuff which defies description as much as his hero’s, Little Richard, was certainly not acceptable to the Alley.  His application being rejected, Bobby, one assumes, swore revenge.  His major contribution was that his success encouraged the success of the singer-songwriters who were not of the Alley and a great many not of the Faith thus removing precious minutes of play time if not hours which obviated the need for roomsful of writers in the Alley putting them out of work.  Carole King had to make her own records becoming a singer-songwriter.

By the time of Andrew’s story one imagines that the perceptive Bob Crewe was aware of the developing problem, at least from the incipient British Invasion.  While I have always been familiar with the name of Bob Crewe it had little meaning to me.  I thought he was just an arranger of orchestral versions of rock songs; in other words, cashing in.  As Andrew explains he was a major songwriter of the fifties and sixties.  Sixty to sixty-four are considered very fallow years in R&R and this period is when Crewe shown.  Indeed, the music of the period so disgusted me that I refused to listen to Top 40 spending my time on the Country end of the dial.  The period was the end of the Golden Age of Country.  Well, what doesn’t die moves on.

It turns out that Crewe wrote all of that falsetto crap of Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons with all its homosexual double entendres:  Walk Like A Man, (Talk Like A Girl), my son.

Murray the K was one of the most important DJs in an age when DJs walked with the gods.  He originally fastened himself on the Beatles like a barnacle on the bottom side of a ship, calling himself the Fifth Beatle.  As Andrew says in this story he is attempting the same hoping to become the Sixth Rolling Stone.  Murray went around in fifths and sixths.

Andrew’s description of Crewe’s digs at the Dakota Apartments in front of which John Lennon would be shot sixteen years later:

     We grabbed some hasty victuals from the hot dog stand on the corner of Fifth, then cabbed west across the park and back into our own Holly Golightly world to attend a Bob Crewe party in our honor.  The yellow stretch cab wheeled out of the park at 72nd across Central park West and let us out at the austere and majestic granite entrance to the Dakota.  Three short 60s-filled years later, the building would become famous for housing Roman Polansky’s Rosemary’s Baby.  Sixteen years on, it would become the site of the killing of John Lennon.  Keith and I asked for ‘Bob Crewe, please.’  The rest of the Stones were already there.  Bob’s apartment was a film set, all ornate and Roman gay splendour over the park – marbled floors, bronzed Ma Bell’s, African motif zebra and leopard throw rugs, and enough brocade tassel and gilt to assure you that you weren’t visiting John Huston.  The living room was sunk down to a waist-high setting with an aqua-Nero motif, complete with statues of nubile youth that gushed water.  Bob Crewe was Doris Day, if Doris Day had been all man and stayed gorgeous.  Leonard Bernstein chatted with actor/neighbor Robert Ryan who asked Mick if he knew Terence Stamp who he’d worked with two years before in Billy Budd.  Mick didn’t or wouldn’t.  Lenny B. and Ryan turned away from Jagger and resumed discussing elevator problems at the Dakota.  Bob Crewe was above it all and flying.

So you see what royalties and a few intellectual properties are worth.  You could kill for them, at the very least, steal them.  You can see what became available of the Beatles when  Epstein committed ‘suicide’ and the value of the Jagger-Richards properties that Klein, Easton and Oldham- all Jews- stole.  As mere artists the Stones are actually inconsequential, they are the mere raw material, the gold mine, to be exploited by the prospectors of pop.  Thus Crewe’s confederate Murray the K cornered the key figure in the Stone’s organization, Andrew Loog Oldham, p. 16:

     Sometime during the evening, Murray the K pulled me aside and put a 45 single between my hand and his.  Murray stood out in these svelte surroundings, grey-blue straw titfer atop his hair replacement and ghastly tangerine skin.  He was wearing a Cadillac upholstery colored Teflon sweater with winkle pickers that set off fuchsia flared trews that wouldn’t even pass for wallpaper in Slough.  Murray had no shame but was master of his game…pop kingmaker.

Murray The K

He backed me against the wall, both of us still holding the 45, his free hand gripping my beige suede jacketed elbow.  ‘Andy, I love the guys.  I think they are fabulous.  I know the Beatles love ‘em too- George told me so.  I don’t go out of my way for many people y’know, but I’m promoting the hell out of them- you’re gonna sell tickets.  The Stones are special.  I really like them.’

This rotund puck of pop caught his breath and allowed me time to acknowledge this outpouring.  ‘Murray they like you too’ was all I could muster.

‘They do?’  He came back at me smiling vices.  ‘Great.  I could feel it, especially Brian, real straight guy, sweetheart, really genuine, Mick too.  Listen Andy, I don’t often do this and I promise you, forget whatever you’ve heard- I don’t want anything for it, I just love this business we’re in and that’s the truth of it.  Don’t want no freebies, no B-sides.’

He paused and grinned- this was pure pop oxymoronic air we were breathing.  ‘All I want,’ he continued, ‘is to know that whenever the guys play New york- and you will, often, I promise- you have ol’ Murray the K behind you, man you’re gonna be big…’  (The wonderful thing about America I somehow found time to think, is that you have nothing to do with getting there.   Other people do it for you and you are merely beholding, beholding- left holding the bag.)  Murray meanwhile droned on, ‘Anyway, all I want is that Murray here is the only disc jockey who MC’s your New York shows and-’ Murray pushed me further against the African motif’d wall- ‘and you and the guys remember Murray when those cocksuckers put me down…and they will, just you remember.’

America was turning into beads of sweat trickling from questionable hairlines and Paul Simon was still Tom of Tom and Jerry.  I felt the vinyl, now it was all mine.  ‘Feel what’s in your hand, Andy.  It’s yours; it’s for you and the boys.  Just take it and record it.  I guarantee it.   Murray guarantees it babe.  I just gave you your very first American hit.’  He had, and God Bless America, land of a thousand dances.  I’d just gone to the perfect party and got laid by the perfect partner, Murray the K.  Bob Crewe beamed knowingly from the other side of the room and raised his glass in a welcome-to-the-good-ship-lollipop salute while musical guest Tiny Tim entertained guests with that and other ditties from another room.

The 45 was It’s All Over Now.  It went to 30 US, the lower reaches of success.  Not much of a pottage to sell your birthright for but you should catch the threat.  So, what’s going on here?  Remember you’re in a Jewish milieu on Jewish turf.

You’re standing in a magnificent Dakota apartment of 3 or 4,000 square feet.  The apartment is expensively and magnificently appointed in an occult mysterioso manner in what may have been the center of New York Saturnian Satanism, more on that in its place.  Crewe is in the bucks and he got there in 2 ½ cent bits.  The power of intellectual properties x tens or hundreds of millions.

Over in a smaller room of the apartment Crewe is supporting the once successful British songwriter, Lionel Bart, also Jewish who has apparently fallen on hard times, perhaps wiped clean by Crewe as Andrew will be by Allen Klein.

The impression of great power is clear.  As Crewe watches from the other side of the room Murray the K acting as his agent or, perhaps, stooge, has pinned Andrew to the wall at the same time wrapping their hands around a mysterious object.

Murray the K then lays out the terms on which he as the most powerful DJ in the most powerful break out market in the US, save Dick Clark, will allow the Rolling Stones to market themselves in NYC and hence the United States.  All Murray’s negotiations were positive from his side although expressed in negatives.  These are the items Murray wants in exchange for the Stones’ soul.  Remember this apartment might actually be the apartment replicated in Rosemary’s Baby in which Satan was cradled.  The movie was released after this incident but Andrew has already mentioned it so that this incident to him seemed like a scene in Rosemary’s Baby.  He is conflating the two.

Murray says:  The Stones are special.  I really like them.  In other words you’ve got our attention and we can see our way to make a bundle off you.

Murray says:  He doesn’t want any freebies, no B sides.  In other words that is exactly what he is asking for.  The A side of a 45 is the hit side; the B side whose royalties are the same as the A side can by a throw away.  Indeed, Andrew would make crowd noise a side just for the royalties.  At this point the Stones are merely a cover band- they re-record other people’s records hence the B side Murray wants for his own publishing account is worth potentially tens of thousands of dollars.  Hence, as we can plainly see Congress effectively put an end to ‘payola.’

Then Murray threatens that if they don’t they will never play NYC again and if they do they won’t get any help from his hand.

In addition Murray does demand the prestige of MCing the Stones shows.  So essentially at this point he’s got the farm.  He would become the Sixth Stone.

Then as Crewe beams approvingly from across the room Murray tells Andrew that the thing they’re holding onto is the next song the Stones are going to record (was that a command?) – publishing obviously going to Crewe while Murray guarantees that he will play it on his show.

Murray looks to Crewe and Crewe blesses the transaction by raising his glass.  Of course this was written well after Andrew had seen Rosemary’s Baby so maybe he just portrayed the scene in that context with Crewe as Satan.

Andrew had no trouble catching the drift.  He buckled or perhaps wisely acceded.  The 45 was It’s All Over Now and it was the Stones next release and not much of a hit, reaching only thirty but indicating Andrew has caught the ball and would play the game.  Andrew had his own counter attack however.

Andrew perhaps compared the Beatles as songwriters to the Stones as a copy band and got that point.  On returning home he demanded that Mick and Keith begin writing their own songs.  That would more or less place them beyond the reach of Crewe and his ilk.  But then whose smiling face showed up in England?  Allen Klein and there went the publishing until the next Stones counter attack.

If Andrew had just stayed off all those drugs.

     The Stones loved the attitude and energy of New York; we’d walk it and we’d talk it.  Andrew loved New York, too.  It was a movie come true for him- the Brill Building and 1650 Broadway, running around from office to office listening to that Jewish rock ‘n’ roll coming out of New York.  It all had that sweet sound.  The Carole King sound, the music of Bob Crewe.  It wasn’t ‘I see a red door and I want to paint it black.’  It was more up; it was pop.

Roberta Goldstein, p.1, 2Stoned

     You don’t really have to read between the lines to get that point but there is a lot between the lines too.

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R.E. Prindle

R.E. Prindle

* DOB:  5/26/38 (Confidential, do not  disclose.) ~ POB:  Saginaw, Michigan ~ TOB:  11:16 PM         Mother: Yes. ~ Father: Briefly.
        * Sister  Catherine of St. Luke’s Hospital acknowledges, according to questionable  documentation, that REP was born at their institution.  REP was a  healthy         baby weighing in at 11/3.
        *  Contrary to appearances REP is not nor ever has been affiliated with the Roman  Catholic Church.  Maybe the doctor was Catholic.  Mr. Prindle’s  religious         training was  Congregational, Presbyterian and Methodist.  He has since renounced all  religious affiliations being of the Scientific Consciousness.
        * He  attended the following grammar schools – Emerson, Adams (uncertain as to which  Adams), Emerson again, Longfellow, Fuerbringer.
        * 7th to  9th:  North Intermediate School ~ 10th to 12th:  Arthur Hill High  School
        * Some  people complain about their schools, especially high school, claiming they  received useless information.  Prindle doesn’t.  Some of the  information         was irrelevant but he  feels that if he had absorbed the 98% he didn’t while at the same time taking a  number of useful courses that he failed to do, that he  very         likely would have been much  better off than he was with a meager 2% absorption rate.  Still, and this  is amazing, he believes he left high school  intellectually         ahead of 98% of his  fellow graduates.
        * The  above astonishing fact has never been noted by Mr. Ripley but it might well be  included in his compendium.
        *  Prindle attended the following colleges:  Oakland City College, Merritt  Campus, Marin Community College, Chabot Community College (all in the Bay  Area         of California).
        *  California State College at Hayward (since having undergone numerous name  changes.  At last report it may have been named California  State         University-East Bay.   Might I suggest UC-Berkeley South?)
        *  Prindle obtained a BA in History from the above vari-named institution.
        *  Graduate studies were undertaken at UC-Berkeley North and the University of  Oregon at Eugene.  No advanced degrees resulted rather Mr. Prindle  was         asked to leave the University  Of Oregon on the grounds that ‘he wasn’t the academic type.’  This may  possibly have been true but if true, Mr. Prindle believes  it         was irrelevant.
        *  NB:  Unlike high school where Prindle believes a lack of application  resulted in an under utilization of both his and the school’s facilities he  believes that with         the exception  of his summer at UC Berkeley his college years were wasted time and effort, at  the least unproductive.  However the vagaries of space  and         time are such that one thing  leads to another.
        * In the  interim between high school and college Mr. Prindle did time in the US Navy for  no sins of his own commission.  The less said about the this period  the         better.  Experience is  said to be a hard school and the Navy was one of the hardest.  While the  experience Mr. Prindle obtained was of value he feels that  the         price was overvalued.  He  hasn’t been able but help notice that those without the valuable experience  suffered no adverse effects in life.  But as a wise  old         commentator noted about a  famous American card game:  You plays ’em like you finds ’em. These were  momentous times of great excitement.  Being one  of         the elect 2% Mr. Prindle took  his chances and prospered.
        * From  the time he left his collegiate studies, such as they were, behind in 1969 he  never looked back.
             Mr. Prindle is not clear on what the last sentence actually means but he has  seen it used so often is similar situations that he thought it  might              apply.  Your comments are welcome.  Not appreciated but  welcome.
         To those addicted to  sequential reporting Mr. Prindle apologizes for reporting the Navy period out of  sequence.  He disliked the experience so much there is a  good     chance he would have left a blank spot in the record  instead.  Take what you can get.
         The next fifteen years of  the Prindle ‘Odyssey’ were spent in the phonograph record business.   Vinyl.  First in Eugene then in Portland a hundred miles up I5.
         As the saying goes:   If you’re not doing one thing you’re doing another.  The period was both  lucrative and instructive.  Whatever you put in the bag is in the  bag.  As     Bob Seger once said, or sang:  I wish I  didn’t know now what I didn’t know then.’  Mr. Prindle feels there is a  certain amount of wisdom in this statement.  However what  is     done is done.  There is no going back.
          As Mr. Prindle was  in the phonograph record business actually having listened to thousands of  records many a hundred or more times he naturally picked up  many     pearls of wisdom from the grooves as per Mr. Seger’s  sage comment.
         Mr. Prindle and Mr. Paul  Simon came to the same conclusion at the same time but rather than start a fight  Mr. Prindle wishes to allow Mr. Simon priority.  Suffice it  to     say that each woke up one morning something along about  1978 and said to himself:  I don’t think this stuff is funny anymore.
         No, the range of  possibilities had been exhausted.  Tedium alone loomed ahead.  Perhaps  a lifetime of inanity.  That’s insanity without the S.  Enough was  enough,     perhaps, too much.
         A famous group once  sang:  Change is now.  Well, they knew whereof they spake.  The  record industry cooperated by collapsing.  Just kind of went away.   Prindle did     not consider this a tragedy; he picked up his  marbles and went home.
         Had he seen all that life  had to offer?  Quite frankly, yes, and if it had more of the same he didn’t  want to see it.
         Prindle retired to his  books and studies.  Having amassed a huge pile of psychological detritus he  wanted to sift through the mass for the flecks of gold.  This notion  is     a very romantic approach to life which seems on the  surface as though it would be productive.
         As above, so below.   As it seemed it was.
         If anyone has read  Prindle’s ‘stuff’ they can piece the rest together.  He has studied and  written.  His interests are included in his writing.
         As of 7/31/05 his health  is as good as it was on the day he was born.  If he can never go home again  that is no loss, it wasn’t that good the first time.  Let the dead  bury     their dead.  (Another obscure saying that  requires some thinking out.)  Home is where you’re happy and Mr. Prindle  would be happy wherever he was.
         The above is copyright  2005 by Mr. Prindle.  Any unauthorized use will be will be visited by  divine punishment pronto!  Just a word to the wise.
                                                       THE INTERVIEW
        ERBzine:  I recently had  what some might call the pleasure of interviewing a frequent contributor to our  pages.  Mr. R.E. Prindle.  Without further ado I  present         the results of that  interview.
        How do you do, Mr.  Prindle.  Er, it is Mr. Prindle isn’t it?
        REP:  Could be.  Why  do you ask?
        ERBzine:  Well, I just  meant it as an introductory pleasantry.  Nothing personal.  Where  shall we start?  Oh, I know, what is your real, er, uh, full name?
        REP:  That’s between me and  my god.
        ERBzine:  Sure it is.   Well, I see that you use a number of different names in your articles.
        REP:  Essays.  Yes, I  do.  The umbrella name for the group is Ronald E. Prindle, that was the  name I was registered under with the government but I  use         mainly R.E. Prindle, Dr. Anton  Polarion and Dugald Warbaby.  Anton is my favorite but he doesn’t appear  that frequently.  Such is life.
        ERBzine:  Registered with  the government…?
        REP:  Yes, certainly, birth  certificate, Social Security, you know, an official identity, something that  will go on an identity card.  You have a birth certificate  don’t         you?
        ERBzine:  I never looked at  it…Yes. of course.  Were you born…pardon me, where were you born?
        REP:  That’s  disputed.  Some say that like Stewball I blew down in a storm but St.  Luke’s Hospital in Saginaw, Michigan perversely registered me there  so         there is some dispute about the  actual event.  They claim that they can produce a birth certificate stating  that I was born there but as I haven’t seen  the         certificate from St. Luke’s I  am reluctant to take their word for it.
        ERBzine:  I’m betting on  St. Luke’s but we’ll let that pass.  May I ask who or what Stewball is?
        REP:  You’re the  interviewer.  Stewball was a famous racehorse from out in California.   Some say Stewball was born but some say she blew down in a storm.         If you bet on Stewball you might  win.
        ERBzine:  Sounds like a  song.
        REB:  It is.
        ERBzine:  Was there a  particular date when you…uh…blew down in a storm?
        REP:  That’s an easy  one.  Remember it well.  5/26/38.  I look 67 but I feel ageless,  one with the universe like John Carter.  Haven’t figured out how to  look         thirty yet, though.
        ERBzine:  I think we may be  getting somewhere.
        REP:  My advice is stay  away from the difficult questions.
        ERBzine:  That’s a  tightrope act.  I see you quote a number of musicians in your art…uh,  essays, any favorite music?
        REP:  Fa.
        ERBzine:  Fa?
        REP:  Yes.  Fa is my  favorite note.  I am a one note man.  I sometimes practice it for ten  minutes or so in the shower.  Much more satisfying than Om  which         isn’t even a note.  All  my favorite songs make frequent use of Fa.
        ERBzine:  In that case you  should have a large number of favorite songs.  Could you share some of  those with us?
        REP:  I’ll tell ya.  I  like Wild Thing by the Pretty Things OK.  Written by Chick Taylor.
        ERBzine:  Chip.
        REP:  Chip what?
        ERBzine:  Chip  Taylor.  His name is Chip not Chick.
        REP:  How do you  know?  You say Chip, I say Chick, but for the sake of harmony let’s agree  on Chip.  Feel better?  And then I like a variety of things.         Driftwood On The River by Ernest  Tubb, Redwing, Somewhere My Love, Poor People Of Paris, some things like  that.  Webb Pierce, Hank Snow,  Jesse         Winchester, my folks were  hillbillies before the coal companies tore the hills down.  Now they live  on the flats.  Flatbillies.  I have a strong streak of  schmaltz         too.  Tommy Collins,  Roy Acuff, Mac Wiseman, people like that.  I’m more interested in a sound  than specific songs, but there are especially good songs.         Ever hear ‘There Ain’t No More  Can On This Brazos?’  Ask me again and I’ll give you a different  list.  Same tunes, different words.  Ha. Ha.
        ERBzine;  no.  This  might not be as bad as I feared.  Do you have a favorite color?
        REP:  Not anything you can  see.  But, yes.  More than one.  Depends on the time of the day  for the visible spectrum.  Of course, sometimes I get hung up  and         stay with a color for up to 36  hours  but mostly I’d have to say my favorites are off the visible  spectrum.
        ERBzine:  Off the visible  spectrum?
        REP: Oh yeah.  I have an  affinity for the shortest and most active waves ever since I learned about  magnetars.
        ERBzine:  I’m afraid the  term magnetar isn’t familiar to me yet.  Can you explain or are you making  this up?
        REP:  Answering your  question in reverse order:  No and possibly.  A magnetar is some sort  of collapsed star which periodically burps out these  massive         clouds of gamma rays which  then careen around the universe.  The earth passed through a gamma cloud  last December which was so strong it lit up  the         atmosphere and also lit up the  moon.  There very likely would have been mass extinctions, including you  and me if it had gotten through the atmosphere.   I         prefer gamma clouds or some such  sort of thing to account for various mass extinctions in the past to the silly  notions that comets were that destructive.         Everytime some of these so called  scientists want to explain something they lay it off on comets.  I’m tired  of the comet routine.  They don’t explain anything.
        ERBzine:  Do I understand  you to mean that you would like to cause mass extinctions.
        REP:  Oh absolutely, I want  peace in the world.  Nothing would give me greater pleasure.  The  misunderstood Roman emperor Nero is one of my heroes.
        ERBzine:  Nero?  He’s  generally thought of as being insane isn’t he?
        REP:  That’s what his  enemies say but what else would they say?  The term insanity is not to be  tossed about lightly.  True insanity is very rare; there  are         crazies, and nutcakes and the  like but the line between insanity and genius is so close that I wouldn’t go  around calling people insane unless I had a firm  grip         on the meaning of the term.
             I  really think of Nero as one faced with insuperable challenges, for his  personality and intelligence of course, who responded to his own  subconscious         needs when the going  got rough.  Life isn’t all that easy.  All the mythological heroes  have periods of madness as they try to adjust inner wishes with  external         realities.  The  stresses on Nero were much more than he or anyone else could bear.  Besides  people got used to zany emperors as witness Heliogabalus.         No one ever calls him  insane.  Still I like Nero’s responses to events..
        ERBzine:  Which were?
        REP:  Well, he once said he  wished all Romans had the same neck so he could strangle them all at the same  time.  If he could have transformed himself into  a         gamma cloud he probably would  have been overjoyed.  And then when he died he said something to the effect  that the world was losing a great artist  and         would never see his like  again.
        ERBzine:  You consider  yourself a great artist then?
        REP:  Not being an emperor  modesty forbids my saying so but if I were to be remembered I would wish to be  remembered as an artist, a good artist,  if         possible a great artist.   Yes.  But great artists are very rare.
        ERBzine:  Might I ask who  you consider to be great artists?
        REP:  Yes.
        ERBzine:  Well…OK…Who  do you consider great artists?
        REP:  Salvador Dali.
        ERBzine:  That’s it?   Anyone else?
        REP:  No.  there are  picture painters and writers and whatever but only Dali had all the attributes  of the great artist.  You mentioned the term insane a  minute         ago.  By ‘insane’ I  understand someone on the other side of the boundary of sanity.  Someone  who has hopped the fence so to speak.  I equate sanity  with         conventionality.  Nutty  or mad are usually fairly conventional states, no imagination, if you know what  I mean.
              Therefore I consider Dali to have been insane.  He’s really looking at the  world from the other side of the fence.  The very antithesis of Picasso who  was at         best conventionally  unconventional.  The guy was a bourgeois whereas Dali viewed life from the  other side but he was not maniacal which is to say insane  and         irrational.  It’s not  always easy to tell whether such a person is irrational or a genius.  Nor,  will everyone recognize the difference but it can be  demonstrated         that Dali was  supremely rational.
        ERBzine:  Hm.  No one  else?
        REP:  No.  Mozart  maybe.  A couple writers come close.  Dumas pere has moments when he  has moved over into a parallel universe as does his  countryman         Eugene Sue but the  state of mind is difficult to maintain, especially in literature.  Scott  and Balzac operate on the edge but they didn’t have what it took to  hop         the fence.  Balzac may be  a special case as was, now that I think of it, E.T.A. Hoffman.
        ERBzine:  OK.  Do you  have a favorite breakfast cereal?
        REP:  Cheerios.  And I  favor raw whole milk.  No pasteurization.  Although the enemies of  mankind’s enjoyment are doing their best to completely outlaw it.   I         would hope they couldn’t succeed  but prohibition is in that type’s blood and they always do.
        ERBzine:  I suppose, I  know, you’re right.  One wonders where these nobodies get their  power.  Before I ask you questions about your work on the  ERBzine         which is getting extensive  would you say that if you had your life to vie over you would change anything?
        REP:  Very fair  question.  Yes.  I’d change everything.  First thing I’d do is  eliminate 90% of the world’s population, move everybody I didn’t like to the  Bight of         Benin and leave the rest  of the world to me and my friends…
        ERBzine:  Mr. Prindle  no.  No, Mr. Prindle what I mean is would you live your very own life over  the same way.
        REP:  I see you’re looking  for a conventional answer.  Well, Son, as a question that doesn’t merit an  answer.  What is done is done and can’t be undone.         Remember that .  Things are  just the way they were and that’s it.  Suffice it to say that I have gone  through some very difficult times that I would have avoided if  I         had had the sense and  means.  I had a bad attitude but the attitude was given me by others before  I had a chance to put up the proper defences.
              Nevertheless, I have been blessed with a very active and intelligent mind.   By standing on the shoulders of giants, as the saying goes, Freud not least  who         despite himself gave something  of value to the world, no artist though, I have been able to integrate my  personality, reconcile my Anima and rectify  my         Animus.  As you can see I  am a healthy animal, what has gone awry science has corrected.  I didn’t  wait around hoping for Allah to do anything for me.   The         only thing that counts is  ‘now’ and now life couldn’t be better; if things take a turn for the worse which  in this Time Of Troubles is very possible I have  the         psychological means to deal  with things.
             I  have gone from bad to better and from better to good which is if not a miracle a  rare exception.  Since I can’t change the past I have learned to  understand         it.  I am at peace  as much, I think, as any man can be.  I have an active mind, I have  interests, I get up every morning with zest.  I like my house, like myself,  I         like my wife.  Convert  those into psychological symbols and see what you get.  OK?  Now, kid,  did I answer your question?
        ERBzine:  OK.  Maybe  you’re not insane after all.
        REP:  I may be, I may not  be.  The point is, how would you know?  Besides by my definition of  insane, I’m not even close either as a genius or a lunatic.
        ERBzine:  I didn’t mean  anything by it.  Now, about your essays.  What are you trying to  say?  I mean, other than the obvious?
        REP:  My writing?   What am I doing?  1.  I’m an historian.  I try to get beneath the  surface of the facts to see how the facts became the facts, then interpret  the         facts according to the intent  of the participants along with the unintended consequences.  What we think  we’re doing is irrelevant it is what we’re actually  doing         that counts, the unintended  consequences you see.               2.  I also consider myself a student of the history of the development of  human consciousness hence my interest in psychology.  I mainly follow Freud  for his         organization of personal  psychology but I am also aware of the contributions of the Jungian school.   Works such as Eric Neumann’s The History Of  The         Development Of Human  Consciousness.
        ERBzine:  Um, I know you’re  going to be sensitive about this but…uh…you know, Mr. Hillman at the ERBzine  has gotten letters and phone calls  complaining         that  you’re…um…well, you know, very prejudiced against certain uh…groups.   How do you answer that?
        REP:  By groups I suppose  you mean religious groups.  Well, I’m not surprised.  They complain  every time you mutter the word evolution.  But, you know,  to         include yourself in one  religious group is to exclude all others which is the nature of an ideological  or religious stance.  So for a religious person to call  anyone         else a bigot is like the  pot calling the kettle black.  Forget ecumenism, the word’s an  oxymoron.  I thought I had to get oxymoron in at least once,  it’s  kind of a         mark of something.   One can’t be of a religious mind without thinking all other religions or  understandings are in error.  That’s what religion is, can’t be  any         other way.  If anyone  says it can they’re looking you in the eye and lying or so ignorant they aren’t  worth talking to.  A religion is an exclusive point of  view,         hence the very bigotry they  decry in others .  Bigotry, that’s the word you meant to use, wasn’t it?
        ERBzine:  Well, yes.   The ERBzine has had some complaints.
        REP:  Once again, I’m  sure.  I can only say that if I were a bigot Mr. Hillman would have shut me  down since bigotry certainly doesn’t befit the image of  his         magazine.
              However, I can say that I have no more feeling for or against one religious  group than another and that feeling is not ‘hatred.’  I have compassion for  them as         one would for a little  child.  When one combines the states of human consciousness with Freud’s  ideas of group psychology both of which have  scientific         validity, then it  becomes clear that with the mental development of, at least, a portion of  mankind to a scientific consciousness that moves thought from  opinion         to fact.  Science in  its own way is an exclusive approach to knowledge but that knowledge is based on  objective truth which make religion irrelevant  and         obsolete hence the charges of  bigotry.  People can believe anything they want but one isn’t required to  respect those beliefs no matter how many laws  are         passed requiring you to.   Shovel sand against the tide!  Leave me alone.
              One can’t be scientific and religious at the same time.  If Einstein said  one could, that proves  Einstein was religious and not a scientist.   In other words, the         evolution of  Homo Sapiens has evolved past the religious types whatever sect they may  be.  Garbage is garbage, it doesn’t matter how you pronounce it.         There is nothing supernatural,  and that is the basis of religion.  Do you see?
        ERBzine:  You don’t mean  that science, the scientific consciousness is better than religion, do you?
        REP:  Why sure.   That’s the reason for the complaints.  Is Homo Sapiens superior to the  ape?  Of course.  The difference between the scientific and  the         religious is not so obvious  but it is no less real.  That is largely my message and what they object  to.  It has nothing to do with bigotry, however it is  necessary         to reject religious  claims for consideration on a scientific basis.  And then what I am saying  is also revolutionary.  It overturns the belief system that  the         religious consciousness has  insidiously imposed on the scientific consciousness in reaction to it since,  say, 1893.
              The scientific consciousness simply cannot let itself be imposed on.  The  result would be the planet of the apes, you see?
              The conflict is largely between the Semitic concept that a supernatural being  created the world six thousand years ago in the exact form in which we find it.         The evolutionary concept which  really begins in astronomy seeks to integrate mankind into this cosmic  reality.  So you say some religious people  have         complained and I should take  them seriously.  I can’t, no one can, but that isn’t bigotry.   Nonsense is nonsense and they are going to have to face themselves.         The ape in the mirror so to  speak.
        ERBzine:  It sounds  reasonable the way you explain it.  I certainly don’t believe the earth was  created six thousand years ago.
        REP:  Exactly.  So,  welcome to the scientific consciousness.  If you hadn’t before you now  have  no choice but the accept the concept of evolution.
              Now that we’ve got that settled we are at one with ERB.
              So, the foundation of what I mean to say is the three books of Something Of  Value which Mr. Hillman has been gracious enough to publish.  Revolutionary         stuff.
        ERBzine:  I only know of  two books.
        REP:  The third is on the  way.  The two books you have read, I assume you have, are both a defense of  the scientific consciousness which seemed  necessary         in light of the  religious bigotry that resulted in 9/11 and an offensive against that religious  bigotry.  Whether I have succeeded or not I have attempted to  give         we scientifics a defense and  offense for ourselves.
            If it  has been necessary to criticize the policy or agenda of specific religions then  that is because the aggression against the scientific consciousness  is         coming most strongly from those  quarters.  I must defend my own belief system and that is not bigotry so  that is my answer to the complaints.  I hope it  is         adequate.
        ERBzine:  Alright.  Fine.  I can accept that but we’ve also had complaints, and I think this is  legitimate that your beliefs don’t have anything to do with  Edgar         Rice Burroughs and this is  an ERB site.  What do you say to that?
        REP:  How do I answer  that?  This might not be so easy.  Let’s go back to the 1893 Chicago  Columbian Exposition.  Everything I have just been  discussing         was laid like a feast  at ERB’s feet at the Fair.  Mr. Hillman, coming from a completely different  angle from mine, I don’t mean to implicate him in any way  in         what is my understanding, and I  have realized the importance of the Expo on Young Burroughs.  I certainly  didn’t and I presume Mr. Hillman didn’t realize  the         breadth and depth of the  experience of the Fair.
              The doings not only took place on the fair grounds but throughout the city as  with the Parliament Of Religions which has been discovered by we scholars  at         the ERBzine.
             So  that Burroughs was presented with scientific and technological wonders as well  as sociological, anthropological, psychological, historical,  agricultural         and even religious  wonders in a huge mass at one time.  Further he had a whole summer at the  Fair to have his senses bombarded.  It appears to have  come         into his mind as a lump which  he only slowly began to differentiate and which found its way into his writing  in bits and pieces strewn throughout his work.   Even         if one considers his farming  activities at Tarzana.  It is quite possible that the vision of all those  fruits and vegetables on display at the Fair may have  resulted         in his planting every  conceivable type of fruit or vegetable plant at Tarzana.  The Fair  literally blew him away.
              So, the things I discuss in Something Of Value can be and are related to the  formative forces on ERB.  I have the advantage of seeing the same things  in         a more evolved state so that I  can read them back into what ERB understood or what I understand him to have  understood.  You see?  So that  having         organized these beliefs  into a whole I can then apply them to specific works of ERB in my current series  of essays.  You dig?
              The ERBzine published the list of books in ERB’s library.  The man noted  the date he finished reading Edward Gibbon’s Decline And Fall Of The  Roman         Empire.  The book made  a huge impact on him as it should have.  I have read that work also so I  potentially know what ERB knew.  The same with  other         books in his library.   When I read du Chaillou and his book on West African gorillas I am sure I will  have a key to the first four Tarzan novels which appear to  be         based on that book.              So  you see it all builds toward the goal of how Burroughs’ thought and  reasoned.  Of course, the readers may think I have failed in the attempt  but, you         know, it’s like the old  folks say, C’est la vie.
        ERBzine:  Yes, but how can  you be sure you’re right.
        REP:  I can’t be sure I’m  totally right but my contribution so far as it goes is reasonably  accurate.  If you read my Men Like Gods it attempts to relate  ERB’s         fascination with the body  builders of his time, which no one else has attempted, with his mythological  knowledge of the man-god Heracles.  At some  future         time I will have to trace  the concept of the man-god in Burroughs’ work.  I have the background,  that’s all I can say, I have developed the background to  see         these things and now I can  apply them to Burroughs’ career.
              I’m tired now, can we continue this tomorrow or the next day?
        ERBzine:  Sure, Mr.  Prindle.  Maybe Wednesday?  We at the ERBzine appreciate your taking  the time to explain this stuff.  Eleven AM Wednesday, then?
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