"Son, you look more like Buddy Holly than Buddy Holly ever did!" -- Jerry Lee Lewis (my time on set - Great Balls of Fire)

"Son, you look more like Buddy Holly than Buddy Holly ever did!" -- Jerry Lee Lewis 

An excerpt from the upcoming memoir of my time on set of one of the great Rock 'n' Roll Biopics (not really, but i love the book it was mangled from, Myra Lewis Williams' eponymous memoir, 'Great Balls of Fire'). 

    i was first cast as Steve Allen, until being replaced by the real man himself, and then downgraded to play (for the second time) Jerry Lee Lewis's best friend (a relationship unknown to most), Buddy Holly, featured in the infamous scene (filmed at the Orpheum Theater in Memphis, TN) -- the apocryphal reenactment of some iteration of some racist's 'rock fantasy' at the Paramount Theater, Brooklyn, NY, between and betwixt those two giants -- the Killer and Chuck Berry, whose only racial enmity was fueled by brokers, managers, and cash-mongers, but whose life of the ego colludes, clouds, and guarantees something as close as its closest quotient belies:

    Jerry lee gives me the once-over twice, pops the Meerschaum out of the side of his leering suck-hole, and in a Dilaudid meets Ferriday accent, slurs in my direction:

            "Son, you look more like Buddy Holly than Buddy Holly ever did!"

*thanks for writing it, Myra Lewis Williams​.  i had fun being buddy holly. i then went on as first runner-up for the Buddy Holly Story role which played on the West End and toured forever, where I auditioned on Broadway, and then, finally, duetting with your sister-in-law, Linda Gail Lewis​, on the New Rose disque, 'Every Day's a Holly Day,' where we sang "Oh, Boy!" for Patrick Mathe​.  (Before that, they used to say i looked like Elvis Costello.) 

Kay Martin​ you were probably there.  Mr. Brown says it never happened.  what's your recollection? 

Bellamy Brothers - Satin Sheets (found in Helmut Newton doc.)

Bellamy Brothers - Satin Sheets 1976 

 

 

Bellamy Brothers - Satin Sheets 1976
I wish I was a millionaire
I'd play rock music and grow long hair
I tell you boys I'd buy a new Rolls Royce.

Pretty women's come to me I'd give 'em all the third degree
I'd give 'em Satin Sheets to keep 'em off the streets.

Hallelujah, let me sook it to ya
Praise the Lord and pass the tambourine
Great Jehova, you'll come over
As soon as you see me boogie-woogie
'Cross the silver screen.

I can hang 'em high or hang 'em low
I'd put 'em in the ceilings wherever I'd go
And swing all night from the rafter lights.

(Instrumental)

Hallelujah, let me nook it to ya
Praise the Lord and pass the tambourine
Great Jehovah, you'll come over
As soon as you see me boogie-boogie
'Cross the silver screen.

I wish I was a millionaire
I'd play rock music and grow long hair
I tell you boys I'd buy a new Rolls Royce.

Hallelujah, let me soak it to ya
Praise the Lord and pass the tambourine
Great Jehanna, you'll come over
As soon as you see me boogie-woogie
'Cross the silver screen.

Hallelujah, let me shook it to ya
Praise the Lord and pass the tambourine.

le lacrime cadono sul mio viso

 

ENGSVENSK History [::]

ENGSVENSK History [::]

The former mistress of Mr. Sebastian Z / lost *[::] in a game on a certain ABBA chorus.

S / Z, Malmö's answer to the question, "Where is IKEA, or should I go fuck me", posted image back in the day, and JB the 'wet'. S / Z red his electric, eclectic Mother Ship of famous PCL LINK DUMPING.

[::] Used to go by "VisualGuidanceltd" was his mistress, but a gentleman all the way, S / Z, at our games, paid her to "Yours faithfully" as Charles Mingus on a major party, to do all in hell I wanted to.

I turned her, made her walk across the street and let her come back home, then had "to talk", when dad is not here no more, it will be swell, and do not pay any regard to my main ol 'lady of the mrjyn.blogspot [an offensive slut who eat only the Koreans for breakfast and integrated GER 2 fuck 'bout nothing].

But after I got her, and starts peepin 'her catalog, I realized,

"This ho hoipoloi'd with some immediately cats & finely chop ol' ladies. [some of them even send swingin 'friends here.]

Yes sir, S / Z, the situation well as wine on Valentine: "n'other words" Javel took her to church and everything else, and she is still not worth a shit ", but she was a damn site better than one of these second streetwalkin "bitches crackin 'up in the corner of" Blogspot and Main'!

So I am not talking out of school if I fat S / Z's pimp hand and says: "Mr Dante Fontana GOTS good taste in tasty bitches."

Halloween 2009, I tricked and treated me to my first rule of S / Z's ol 'moll, and although I hate to say it [S / Z is man enough to take it], "bitch came all the stops!"


Later, as a true pimp is not used to pay out, S / Z know when to cut-and-run.

All is all, the only thing I changed was her name [followed li'l purple-paisley pimp, prince of the trip].


She is not any work at all, except occasionally in the beginning to any WASTER cat out of his book, but she do not mind, cuz she stays around the house and keeps and keeps it as if I like it, and I like it fine.

Thanks S / Z, and do not think I have not figured out that you might play out with her anyway. I knew you knew ABBA lyrical - you have a talk about you as a teenager at a Tokyo Hotel concert.

[trivia: the [::] glyph came from a brainstorm to find a western keyboard-friendly rep. of a TV screen, inspired by the late, Lux Interior and co. 's' TV Set']

Venus 1958 men's magazine