A Review

The Last Days Of John Lennon

by

Fred Seaman

Part II

Review by R.E. Prindle

How The Fifties Became The Sixties

Yoko, Andy, John: The Fifties And Sixties United

     The sixties seem to have erupted by some process of autogenesis.  They seem to be a decade unrelated to the fifties but nothing could be further from the truth.  The sixties were very carefully structured in the fifties, that supposedly somnolent decade.  The fifties themselves evolved from the fantasy notion of  The United States Of America- the American Dream.  In truth there had never been a united America and an American Dream only in the mind of certain immigrants who believed they had reached the Promised Land of their dreams.  The country has always been one of conflict with conflicting peoples.  There was no mythological age as in distant times so no mythopoeic era preceded the scientific one.  America was born in science.

     The warfare against the aboriginal peoples to clear the land for the European invaders created the first layer of conflict.  The second layer of conflict was the importation of Africans as slave labor.  This created a second irreconcilable conflict that erupted in 1954 when the Black revolution began in earnest and began to accelerate in the sixties.  This was what Eric Foner described as America’s unfinished revolution in his writings.

     Each succeeding group of immigrants created its own friction but assimilation did go on with most peoples.  In the fifties the sort of ethnic identities in song and humor that makes the talkies of the thirties now seem quaint was coun

Levy's Jewish Rye- Subtle Form Of The Imposition Of Ethnic Superiority

teracted.  While visibly subdued ethnicism simmered below the surface until the sixties when it burst out again in a new form and triumphed.

     I am unable to tell the education received in schools of the twenties and thirties but by the time I was in high school from 1953-56 the whole concept of revolutiuon was romanticized and this continued through my college years in the sixties.  It was iterated over and over again that revolution was an absolute virtue.  To be revolutionary was to be a person in full.  Kids in the walls ran around saying are you revolutionary, I’m revolutionary.  Thus they embraced any idea that was the opposite of the status quo.  This notion of revolution was combined with the notion of the absolute virtue of being an American.  This would result in Kennedy’s idiotic    Peace  Corps begun in the sixties.   Raw American youths were supposed to be able to tell the less favored peoples how to run their lives.   The war in Europe was treated as a crusade against Germans, a war of absolute black and white, no shades of grey.  I truly believed that no American in either the European or Pacific war ever committed an act of wanton brutality no matter what the provocation.  I would have dismissed out of hand that as a matter of policy millions of Germans were exposed to Winter weather in the years following the war unprotected  while being denied any kind of nourishment and, yet, it was so.  In subsequent years this would have been described as ‘American’ brutality while in fact it was instigated by revolutionary American Jews seeking vengeance.  Americanism was not involved.

     At the same time the new medium of television exposed us to unprecedented doses of propaganda disguised as the truth, doses far in excess of anything the hated Nazis devised.  Chief among those TV shows was a cartoon called Crusader Rabbit.  Now, Crusader Rabbit in reality is a vigilante dispensing vigilante justice.  He acted on his own ‘righting’ what he perceived as wrongs.  Of course those of us who read comic books in the late forties had already been exposed to vigilantism in the form of comic book heroes like the Blackhawks.  Or, for that matter Batman and Robin and Superman among many others, Plastic Man.  I sort of thought of myself as Plastic Man.

     So this whole age cadre was stoked up on revolution  and vigilantism with no venues to express it.  The sixties then was a god send as the existing revolutions- the Undermen, the Jews, the Blacks, the Homosexuals, the Feminists, the Communists had merely to whisper the word REVOLUTION  to get a positive response for their ideologies.  The generation was primed for revolution of any sort- a revolution in bubble gum for instance.

     Thus at Berkeley in ’64’s so-called Free Speech Movement you had the spectacle of the most advantaged members of the generation participating in what was a part of the Jewish Revolution in the guise of voluntary Undermen.

     Thus as the sixties dawned the way was cleared of any resistance to revolutionary schemes as hordes of self-righteous vigilantes confident that their perception and judgment was received from god himself began to act on their assumptions taken from their misguided elders.

2.

Little Miss Yoko

    The center of this maelstrom in the sixties was New York City.  The Bohemian life style stewing in Lower Manhattan since the Armory Show of 1913 was about to conquer the mind of the country.  Perhaps the leader of the sixties Bohos was Andy Warhol.  Certainly with a kind of genius he made himself the center of the storm.

     This most influential Bohemian attitude toward life was both stratified and diverse.  The first out of the box were the uptown Beats.  These men seized the attention of the country in the mid-fifties when Allen Ginsberg, a leader of the Jewish, Homosexual and Underman revolutions, gained prominence with his so-called poem, Howl.  He then dragged Jack Kerouac through with his On The Road and William S. Burroughs with his Naked Lunch.  All three works have been incredibly influential in creating a new Underclass of Undermen, in thought if not in fact.

     The Beats hung out in upper Manhattan around Kerouac’s alma mater, Columbia,  although Ginsberg gravitated downtown in an effort to pair up with the Beat musical epigone, Bob Dylan.  As Ginsberg represented four revolutions it could be said of him- Il est partout, a very important if disgusting figure.  Burroughs also gravitated to lower Manhattan before departing for the corn fields of Kansas.

    The well-to-do or rich Bohos, to which John and Yoko would belong, sometimes known as Cafe Society, were the upper crust of Bohemia.  And then there was the middle Bohemia and it Lower Depths.

     Running through all was the old avant garde which excluded the Beats who were not avant garde.

     Warhol, John Cage, La Monte Young and a host of artists and writers including Yoko Ono were part of the old garde.  Yoko dragged Lennon in but he was not constitutionally avant garde and probably not even a real Boho.  Fred Seaman seems to have had no affinity for Bohemia or revolution.

     As the sixties dawned Lennon coming from then obscure Liverpool was of the lower middle class but of the English art school background.  He spent a couple years in the German underworld before skyrocketing to super world fame with the Beatles  so that while he and the Beatles were instrumental in forming the sixties and subsuming the avant garde they were not actually of it.  Thus when Lennon came to earth around 1970 he was virtually a Rip Van Winkle who had slept through the decade.  The new reolutionary world he and Yoko entered in New York could have been barely understood by them.  It wasn’t even really understood by those in the thick of it.  Dylan’s ‘Something’s happening here but you don’t know what it is do you Mr. Jones’ could have applied to himself and everyone else.

     Yoko Ono was a committed Feminist and key member of that revolution.  In a world of eccentric and unusual characters she was a standout.  Her career as an avant gardist began as a ‘performance artist’.  Essentially a stunt man.  Back in the twenties and thirties would be celebrities used their bodies to gain fame performing stunts.  One going by the name of The Mighty Atom attached ropes to his hair holding back an airplane.  This is essentially what Yoko was doing as a ‘performance artist.’  Her ‘Cut Piece’ urged viewers to come up on stage and cut away a piece of her clothing.    She and Tony Cox crawling into a black bag?  Whew!

 http://www.guba.com/watch/3000011865/YOKO-ONO

     But she was thereby connected to the avant garde.  She knew John Cage, Andy Warhol, Sam Green and the lot as early as 1960.  The friendships remained enduring as she maintained them throughout the seventies and eighties.

     As a performing artist Yoko was a sort of chameleon forming her art to suit the circumstances.  Having once captured John Lennon she first became a peacenik as peace was the prevailing notion- love and peace- returning to New York amid the wreckage of the peace, love and happiness bit she got up from her bed of peace and strapped a fully loaded bandolier of bullets around her hips and became a sullen revolutionary a la Bernardine Dorhn.  It all art and art is holy, isn’t it?

The Criminal Miss Dohrn

     The Ono-Lennon’s very serious looking revolutionary activities quite naturally brought the Heat down on them.  It should be clear that these were not lightweight posturings but she and John were financing the disruption of the Republican National Convention forcing a move of the site from San Diego to Miami.  There is small wonder the elected Nixon administration  sought to deport them.  Neither John nor Yoko were American citizens but essentially part of an international conspiracy, she being a Japanese and he an English national.  Thus in addition to being a leader in the Feminist and Sexual revolutions she lent herself to the Judaeo-Communist revolution.  Nearly all her revolutionary associates were of the Jewish revolution.  Plus John essentially represented the Undermen.  Thus Fred Seaman was employed by not only a celebrity household but a notorious one.  Nor was Fred an American but a German national.  No Americans involved.

3.

Warhol And Bob Dylan

Down below the subway’s screamin’

As I lay here halfway dreamin’

And face the long evenin’

Layin’ close beside my radio

Imaginin’ the kisses of the girl who sings the song

Lookin’ at the ceiling

Wonderin’ where the dream went wrong.

Last Morning- Shel Silverstein

As sung by Ray Sawyer and Dr. Hook.

The Wizard Reveals Himself

 

     New York City was indeed a tough cold city.  It was enough to make you crazy as you ‘fought the crowds, avoided the traffic and watched the world turn grey.’  Coming from Pittsburgh Andy Warhol had no trouble with the skies turning grey, he was used to much worse.  For Dylan coming from Hibbing, Minnesota way, way out on the edge of civilization the change must have been traumatic.  Both men, however, were uniquely equipped to succeed in such a tough environment although it turned both crazy, cruel and mean.  Both became paragons of  the revolutions.

     Warhol, the older of the two, forged the revolution of the Undermen and the Homosexuals while acquiring great wealth.  Dylan, too, made his appeal to the undermen (the confused, abused, strung out ones and worse) basing his career on the misfits and malcontents.  At the same time he was a key player in fundamental Jewish revolution.  Both men affected  innocent harmless personas so as to deflect attention from what they were really up to.  As both had complementary strategies it is quite possible that each saw through the other.  Warhol certainly saw through Dylan but I’m not sure if the reverse was true.  Both were heavily into drugs which altered their perceptions.

     Warhol preceded Dylan on the scene by a decade arriving in NYC in 1950.  His homosexual agenda was clear to him from the start even if its implementation wasn’t.  He was immediately successful upon his arrival easily gaining entry into the commerical art field.  Dylan too would have no trouble gaining both entry and prominence within a year, phenomenal success  in two and preeminence in three.

     Warhol commanded a large perhaps even great income within a matter of four or five years.  He spent madly but invested wisely.

     He was always interested in mass production techniques where the original was merely a prototype like a car model.  His original drawings were mass replicated by the newspaper ads.  Amazingly, new in New York, he sent a letter to CBS asking if he could design record covers and received assignments by return mail.  While his record covers are not among his best known works he did design at least fifty while perhaps more remain to be discovered.  While his designs were for very low selling jazz and classical records they are obviously the work of a homosexual or, as they are described- fey.

Bob (I Know What's Goin' On) Dylan     Thus they advance the Homosexual revolution.  True, they are tiny drops but by the time he designed the Sticky Fingers cover for the Rolling Stones his design, it can be confidently asserted, was seen by every single member of two generations while selling in the millions.  The title and cover are an ode to masturbation, one of the favorite thems of both the Homosexual and Sexual revolutions.  The illustration was of a male crotch clothed in blue jeans with a workable zipper.  It was a retailing nightmare but effective in sexually conditioning the minds of his audience.  The zipper was irresistible to record fans who broke the plastic on every single cover making them nearly unsaleable.  Success actually unimaginable to Warhol in 1950.

     In addition Warhol designed ‘fey’ book covers, frequently for homosexually oriented titles thus adding a few additional drops, pushing toward 9cc.  Andy had his sticky fingers in everywhere- stationery, wrapping paper…all with his fey designs.

     While he gained great success as a commercial artist he had his eye on the fine arts; about 1960 he made his move into ‘serious’ art- painting.  He called his style Pop Art.  Pop Art had its antecedents in the fifties of which Warhol would have been aware.  Here are a couple examples by Ray Johnson from the mid-fifties.  Johnson is described as proto-Pop.

     Having made his splash in Pop Art, becoming a major celebrity, Warhol was ready to move into his next phase in the subversion of art and society.  In 1964 he established his famous atelier known as the Factory.  There he continued his paintings while beginning an influential if unremunerative secondary career as a film auteur.

Ray Johnson' James Deas With Lucky Strike Cigarette Logos

Ray Johnson's Mid-Fifties Elvis

     There seem to be revolutionary motives in the founding of the Factory.  Warhol gathered about him a collection of the Undermen.  These were all Homosexuals, druggies, hustlers and prostitutes.

     There is an interesting passage in the Weathermen founder’s autobiography Fugitive Days where the author, Bill Ayers, says:

     …the most interesting alliance to me was struck in the first months underground, and it was with a kind of eccentric shadowy group that would become fast and reliable friends for decades to come.

     The group was without a name, contained hundreds of members in half a dozen cities, and was organized by a charismatic leader and psychologist who called himself Kaz.  They were all former heroin addicts, former beatniks, former hustlers, and prostitutes, five, ten, twenty years older than us, now living in luxury and working downtown but thinking of themselves primarily as deep, deep underground, a kind of fifth column waiting patiently for the revolution.

     What Ayers appears to be describing is the Haut Boheme Cafe Society of New York.  Now, Warhol with the Factory created a place where all Bohemia, high and low, could gather under the reasonable pretext of partying which is what happened.  Many attendees would be innocents of course providing even better cover for the revos.  To get some idea of what the scene was like review the lyrics to Shel Silverstein’s Freakin’ At The Freakers Ball appended.  Silverstein seems to be describing the Factory exactly.

     The police had the Factory under surveillance as well as one supposes, the FBI.  The deep underground wasn’t deep enough to conceal these characters.  The Factory would be forced out by ’68 giving it a four year run.  Bereft of a gathering place Bohemia would have to wait until 1977 for another when Rubell and Schrager put together Studio 54.  54 was better than the Factory because attendance could be monitored allowing only the Haut Boheme and other chosen in; the undesirables could be left out.  54 was run in contempt of all existing laws and moral codes.  Suspicious from the beginning it took the Feds only eighteen months to shut it down.  Like The Factory however Studio 54 had its revolutionary effect especially along sexual lines- unisex toilets for instance.

     The multi-talented Warhol, a perfect Prince of Bohemia added authorship to his achievements with his novel ‘a’ while moving into publishing in the seventies when he established the successful magazine Interview.

     He added several notable record covers, while forming in ’66 the immensely influential Exploding Plastic Inevitable centered around ‘his’ rock band The Velvet Underground.

     So, in promoting several different revolutions- the Undermen, the drug culture, the so-called sexual revolution and undoubtedly many others Warhol was one of the most successful and important revolutionary figures of the decade.

      Along the way he formed a close relationship with the Feminist revolutionary, the Japanese citizen, Yoko Ono.  As a bona fide member of the avant garde she tried to enter Warhol’s entourage before she left for England in ’66.  However at the time she was outspokenly antipathetic to homosexuality which probably necessitated her retreating to London to think things over before returning in 1971.

     She returned in grand style leading the founder of the Beatles, John Lennon, as though by a rope around the neck.  She and Lennon immediately threw themselves into the revolutionary movement associating themselves with various members of the Jewish revolution.  they apparently gave large sums of  money while lending their personas and prestige to raise much larger sums.  It was the fear of their popularity being used to rouse young Americans in this first election in which eighteen year olds could participate that put him under surveillance, quite justifiably so, by the FBI and the Nixon White House.  Thus for the next several years they were harassed by deportation threats as undesirable aliens.

     Having achieved her goal of reentry into New York avant garde society even becoming an intimate of Andy Warhol Yoko lost interest in Lennon.  The two split up for eighteen months or so from 1973 to 1975 then reuniting.  Yoko had employed her Tarot reader John Green in 1974 while Fred Seaman was added to the entourage as Lennon’s personal assistant in 1979.

     While the memoirs of Green and Seaman have been disparaged by the faithful I see little reason to do so on an objective basis although Yoko Ono may find them offensive for personal reasons.

Part III follows

Appendix

Freakin’ At The Freaker’s Ball

Shel Silverstein

As Performed By Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show

 

Well, there’s gonna be a freaker’s ball

Tonight at the Freaker’s Hall

And you know you’re invited one and all.

Come on Babys grease your lips

And don’t forget to bring your whips

We’re goin’ to the Freaker’s Ball.

Blow your whistle and bang your gong

Roll up something to take along

It feels so good it must be wrong

We’re freakin’ at the freaker’s ball.

Well, all the fags and dykes they’re boogie’n together

The leather freaks dressed in all kinds of leather

The greatest of the sadists and the masochists too

Screamin’ please hit me and I’ll hit you

The FBI dancin’ with the junkies

All the straights swingin’ with the funkies

Across the floor and up the wall

We’re freakin’ at the freaker’s ball y’all

We’re freakin’ at the freaker’s ball.

Everybody’s kissing each other

Brother with sister, son with mother

Smear my body up with butter

And take me to the freaker’s ball.

Pass that roach please and pour the wine

I’ll kiss yours if you kiss mine

I’m gonna boogie ’til I’m cold blind

Freakin’ at the freaker’s ball.

White ones, black ones, yellow ones, red ones

Necrophiliacs lookin’ for dead ones

The greatest of the sadists and the masochists too

Screamin’ please hit me and I’ll hit you.

Everybody ballin’ in batches

Pyromaniacs strikin’ matches

Freakin’ at the freaker’s ball, y’all

We’re freakin’ at the freaker’s ball.

 

   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uo9bKdIG_Yw

 

Conversations With Robin

Page 5

Conversations betwen R.E. Prindle and Robin Mark

Concerning certain musical questions.

     Who me?

     I was born in Dixie

     In a boomer’s shack

     Just a half mile from the railroad tracks

     My daddy was a Fireman

      And my mama dear

     She was the only daughter of an engineer.

     I’m one of those who had to flee the South to escape the degrading slave economy.  Off to bloody Kansas where we fought the Slavers to make K a free State.  Of course after the war I fled Kansas, as who wouldn’t, for greener pastures.  Did you ever wonder why Baum told Dorothy You’re not in Kansas anymore?  What a drag it would be growing old in Kansas.

     Of course, I always remember the Song Of The South and Uncle Remus with great fondness being a sentimental Alabaman.  The real Alabama exists only as a figment of the imagination while the prewar Alabama is the dream.  The South shall rise again and trample the Puritan bastards.  You can feel it happening.

Nazis?  There never have been any American Nazis except in the imaginations of Communists or Jews.  In the twenties Communist became a dirty word but they had no counter name until the Fascists arose in reaction to the Commie finks.  Then in the late twenties, early thirties the Commies were able to polarize American society by calling former  ‘Red baiters’ Fascists.

     Calling Americans Nazis is a Jewish thing that arose in the late fifties and early sixties when Jews wanted to stigmatize persons they found objectionable.  Nobody in their right mind pays attention to this Jewish-Commie garbage.  Sorry to have so say this to you because I know how sensiteeve you are to Jewish criminations.

     But, if you will be archaic, a religious anachronism, there’s little that can be done about it.  Always best to be scientific and discard the useless past.

     What’s happening with Expecting Rain?  I checked the message boards but couldn’t find anything.  I’m not signed in.  Did you?

     Just remember one takes invective lightly.  I apparently blew them out with the Warhol thing but that’s an expected reaction.  Guilty of it myself when someone hits me with something new that turns out to be true no matter how preposterous sounding.  Give ’em time to digest and come around.  They will, they have to because I gave them some accurate history.

     As far as the UofO I know I’m guilty of heresy but Toynbee is a great master of history, per se, interpretation is something else.  By the way A Study Of History is not ‘a book’.  It’s a massive twelve volume, six thousand page masterwork.  I didn’t just pick up a few facts but in depth studies of what Toynbee considers civilizations, all the way from the Eskimos to the Chinese and all stops between over 10,000 years of history.  It’s an amazing product of one human mind.  Better than 3000 mikes of LSD for expanding the mind.  Hits about that hard too.

     The problem with Cal State was that as ex-high school teachers the ‘profs’ were used to dealing with immature sixteen year old minds.  By the time I got there I’d been in the service for three years, in the work place for four.  So, you know, a certain amount of incompatibility.  In other words, I had the abrasive personality they thought,  not them.  Besides I was pretty tightly wound back then.  Same way today, I see no reason to talk to anyone who sleepwalks.

     Another interesting story is that after Kennedy was shot, being in an ‘intellectual’ atmosphere I was going around saying that Robert was up next basing my opinion on the Gracchi of ancient Rome.  I don’t suppose any of those Bozos had ever heard of the Gracchi.  Anyway they turned me into the FBI and the next thing you know I’m talking to three- one, two, three- Agents.  Wanted to know how I knew about it like maybe I was one of a team of assassins.  I don’t think they’d ever heard of the Gracchi either.  Seemed kind of disappointed after my historical lecture.  Didn’t have to be so insulting though.  They called me I didn’t call them.

Second entry 3/07/10

OK Robin, I’m going to talk about Albert Goldman now and I don’t want you to come unglued.   The guy does seem to have some interesting facts, if they can be relied on.  What do you have on Parker’s setting Elvis up with the draft board?

     And then, Larry Geller.  Elvis’ regular hair dresser Overbite or Orifice or whatever can’t keep his appointment; Geller is sent over from Jay Sebring’s salon.  Sebring is Streisand’s hair dresser.  Are we making any connections yet?  Could Streisand have wanted to sack Elvis but not know how to go about it.  Too much of a condescension for her?  Did she want to corrupt him?  Anyway substituting Geller for Orifice is an obvious power play.  Sebring just told Orifice to take a hike, he was out.

     Why Geller?  He’s an esoteric who captures Presley’s mind with what an ignorant Goldman thinks is rubbish.  So Goldman, Streisand, Geller are Jews.  Sebring probably although I’ve never considered him.  So, whether you like it or not the Jew-Goy thing is operating.

     Now, Goldman constantly denigrates hillbillies, rednecks, Southern people  and the South in general.  Very irritating to an old hillbilly like me, dare I say Goldman is a bigot?  Let us then conclude that Goldman represents the attitude of at least the Hollywood Jews.  So, Geller is there to play with Elvis’ mind.  Take over, take charge.  I’ve been through this myself.

     According to Goldman Geller introduced Elvis to 24 esoteric titles among ‘hundreds’ of others that Elvis is said to have read while reading many of the 24 two or more times and making a 25th title The Impersonal Life his Bible.

     As it is I’ve read many of the 24, in fact, I’ve read nearly everything Goldman implies he had read implying he is one hell of an informed guy.   I’ve read the Golden Bough twice, all twelve volumes or whatever and some of those three times so  it may be said that I can walk in Goldman’s path.  I know what’s being said here.  Generally speaking this is a very good list of esoterica, classic but good.  Unlike the nut Goldman who doesn’t believe the Gnosis is religion, I know it is, but it is religion and you know my views on religion.  The Gnostics were a part of history and thus cannot be dismissed or ignored.  I find it hard to believe a hard partyer like Elvis had the patience to plow through Isis Unveiled and The Secret Doctrine by Madame B.  Each is 1500 large pages long and requires a historical background to put it in perspective.  Elvis couldn’t possibly have had that, nor did Geller.

     The Urantia Book is a massive, large page 2500 page mind scorcher than can double as science fiction. It is a really interesting scientific/religious volume but once again it requires real concentration and then some, but a real mind boggler.  Drugs and partying?  Well, we’re all different but such a reading regimen seems a stretch.

     And then the list contains some wonderful stuff by Manly Hall and his Philosophical Research Society.  You’re down there so you could drop into their book store and library.  Hall is a good writer and is as well versed as any in esoterica.  Short books, no problem for Elvis.

     Max Heindel is not so smooth but his Rosicrucian Society is terrific.  The Cosmo-Conception is worth reading and even think about.  His outfit is still down in Oceanside by San Diego is you want to drop in on them.  It would be worth it.  I’ll have to check out a couple items on the list like The Sacred Science Of Numbers.  Numerology is an important historical study.

     Over all a fine list of esoterica but I can’t believe Elvis actually read it all plus hundreds of others.  About the time Geller came into his life he was down to ten years or less remaining.  I can’t even believe that Geller had command of this stuff.  He couldn’t have been that old while at 50 pages a day some of these books take a couple months to read.   Seems like Geller was being provided titles by an organization like the ADL where scholars have organized all this stuff.  It’s just to unreal to believe Geller had even heard of all these titles, most of which are really obscure.

     I have to believe that something is wrong here.  Goldman is either just showing off his knowledge or he’s flat out lieing.

     Since this stuff is anathema to his Jewish sensibilities, the reason he objects is that the  books give no precedence, no pride of place to Judaism, in fact, tacitly dismiss Judaism, Goldman is probably putting Elvis down although inadvertantly paying him one hell of a compliment.  If Elvis could get through the Urantia Book he is one hell of a guy which is an inadvertant compliment to myself because I have.

     Anyway The Swami  chapter was very interesting.  Applying your Elvis erudition what do you think?