I guess you'd have to know me a little better, than just by the videos I post and some of the morphs I do, and the YouTube Comment - eBay Smashup poems, and other graphomaniacal occupations that make me happy--but not much.
Like, that I was Director of an Outsider Art Gallery for ten years, where it was my job to dole out per Diem's and beer money to some of the most famous folk artists in the United States, almost all of whom fit the Outsider category of self-taught, being socially unfit for any type of normal existence for many reasons--the most prominent being their collective substance and alcohol abuse problems. Of course, it didn't stop with the artists and their constant babysitting. I also had to be the gibbeting referee for the Odd Couple partners who ran the gallery, and happened to be ex-cons, with, not surprisingly, many of the same qualities which described the artists. They also despised one another--not uncommon in the art world.
All of that to say this: I HAVE NEVER HAD A BETTER DAY ONLINE THAN THE ONE WHICH BEGAN JUST AN HOUR AGO, when because of my mildly obsessed preoccupation with chronicling the entire Internet, I was directed by one of my many, many Google Alerts to a special alert of mine containing two of my most beautifully wrought word juxtapositions thought up in the shower one day, which has now won the alert of the decade award.
I clicked, and for the next hour I enjoyed paroxysms of joy similar to those which I've read regarding Van Gogh and some of the effects that large amounts of thujone (the active ingredient in wormwood, the active psychotropic substance found in Absinthe which he actively drank to soporific rag ends) had on him, as well as those joys associated with idiot savantism and certain types of autistic individuals--one which apparently is a mix of dopamine (of which I am currently not in short supply), religious ideation and messianic self-appraisal, commingled with euphoria, time-space irregularity, and a host of other enjoyable chemically produced brainjuice which one generally only experiences a few times, if any, in their lives. (Think of having oral sodomy performed by your favorite movie star/rock star from under the tablecloth, while eating a filet mignon, medium rare (vegetables?) at Ruths Chris Steakhouse and sipping a glass of 1963 Petrus, and being told your stock went up.)
As I celebrate this feeling and nervously worry that it will certainly go away at some point, I am inspired to post a few SPECIAL PICTURES, which in the picture business, or rather, in the tabloid picture business, or perhaps in the Tabloid picture business practiced by those with an inordinately keen afforestation of SEX, DRUGS, AND ROCK 'N' ROLL, know no equal. If you have no low-meter, or are overly sincere and politically correct, I say leave now (and by the way, if that's you which I've just described and you're still reading this post after the fellatio under the table analogy, you might want to rethink your moral superiority).
The only problem with euphoria is that it burns calories, and that mixed with my hypoglycemia, necessitate my dining or becoming more incoherent than usual; and so dear reader, pray that I do not fall through some alteration in blood sugar, to a Coleridgeian busgirl of Kublah Khan proportions--one that either kills the joy completely or dampens it for me...however, knowing my blood sugar and its roller cantering better than anyone, I'd say that there is slightly better than a 75% chance that I will come back more excited than ever to share the booty of a lifetime with other...yeah, i need to eat.
Jerry Lee Lewis was almost the second Memphis Rock 'n' Roll Legend, who under Dr. Nick's care...DIED!~nichopoulooza
"The Man Who Would Be King"
10-minute interview with Jerry Lee Lewis on closed-circuit feed from Nashville, TN WSM Studio with Tom Snyder, from the September 15, 1981 Tomorrow Show. The first interview "The Killer" did after he almost died in Baptist Memorial Hospital, Memphis TN, 1981.
What you may not know, is that three years after the Elvis case (watch my video: Elvis - Michael Jackson Fans...) against Dr. "Nick" Nichopoulos by the state of Tennessee and DEA, Dr. George Constantine Nichopoulos, M.D., who was acquitted of all charges in the death of Elvis Presley, but stripped of his license to prescribe narcotics, continued to practice medicine in Memphis (using other doctors to write the prescriptions for the powerful narcotic analgesics, like Methadone, Dilaudid, Demerol, and various Schedule II Amphetamines and Amphetamine compounds, which he continued to administer as favor, in repeated attempts for detoxification [not then or now authorized by the AMA as approved for general physicians] to a few of his more famous patients--the same Schedule II narcotics which had killed Elvis).
You also may not know that Jerry Lee Lewis was almost the second Memphis Rock 'n' Roll Legend, who under Dr. Nick's care...DIED!
He survived to talk about it, and is alive and touring to this day.
Dr. Nick even acted as "Road Manager" for "The Killer," which is how I met him in the late 80s - early 90s.
~ nichopoulooza
thanks to bailbath @YouTube, the orig. poster for preserving uploading this rare interview.
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This video from 1978 on the indictment of Memphis physician, Dr. "Nick" George Nichopoulos and the death of his most famous patient, Elvis Presley, is the only such video record of the now-prophetic and strangely similar investigation, still ongoing, into Michael Jackson's death--only the dates and names need be replaced for its eerie equivalence. The burgeoning TV Tabloid press of 1977 was in its infancy with the laughably sincere Geraldo Rivera and that of 20/20 host, Hugh Downs. The "Memphis Mafia" whom Dr. Nick was a "member" finds its mirror in Jacko's staff, security and 'starfucker M.D.s,' Conrad Murray and Arnold Klein: seemingly all willing to sacrifice the cash cow (golden goose) for the cash (egg) now; all glorying in their respective bedside manners to one King or another and the perceived effect on its status or pocketbook, from the perspective of a cardiologist, dermatologist, and in Dr. Nick's case, general practitioner. All of these doctors, in one way or another, were willing to sacrifice their practice, profession, and possible freedom for a brush with two incredible performers and world's most famous junkies. There is no conspiracy to hide or cover-up the lack of documentation of Elvis's doctor's low profile on the Internet--his spotlight has come and not quite gone--especially now, as he turns 80, with the unfortunate timing to resurface into the spotlight of Julien's Auction House of Las Vegas: up for bid? among other things, the King's Prescription Bottles recovered after his death, and Nasal Douche, just as the Michael Jackson death and Doctor Scandal broke across the dessert. Having bravely soldiered through the landslide of Elvis detritus, exponentially multiplied after the Internet explosion of the last decade, I can tell you that Elvis Fans are almost, if not more, rabidly fantastic in their idolization AND denial of their exalted Idols' human fallibility (it remains to be seen, whether one will surpass the other in longevity of morbidity). The climate is fascinatingly identical: death hoaxes, ghosts, healing, obsession, depression, all five stages of denial simultaneously, shock, and blind inconsolable grief and disbelief pervade. It will be nothing if not interesting to track the lynch mob of Murray and Klein from this perspective, and analyze just how predisposed one group of fans will be to accept and admit to their Idol's fallibility, foibles and fall from grace, nodding and slouching toward Kublah Khan, and finally leaving Graceland and Neverland for the Promised Land without even a note, in order for any satisfaction of perceived Justice to be served in the prosecution of the doctors to be possible (although the DEA doesn't give a fuck about the fans). Will Jackson fans submit to the temporary indignity, which they've suffered all too often, and admit Jackson's drug addiction, if only to hang the doctors who happened to be at the barbershop? Elvis's didn't...and most still don't to this day (Junkies are dirty and ill-kempt, they don't BOTH HAVE URI GELLER AS HAIRSTYLIST, PAL AND SPIRITUAL ADVISOR/SPOONBENDER.) George Constantine Nichopoulos was acquitted of Federal charges brought forth in a criminal trial by the state of Tennessee and the Federal branch of the United States Drug Enforcement Administration, in costly proceedings, which ultimately failed to prove his criminal intent, and therefore negligence in the overprescription (coined just for him) of Schedule II narcotics, including opioids and amphetamines, in staggering dosages, while claiming he was trying to help. (Well media, that's a hell of a recap for you...you're welcome.) Elvis's toxicology report found no less than 14 drugs and drug polypharmacies present in his body (in other words, some of the drugs were making new drugs in combination). His death is still ruled a cardiac event and has not been reclassified as anything else (although everyone except a few million fans of his accept the truth and realize that even without conviction and intent proven, Elvis was murdered by Dr. Nichopoulos...Oh, and the other twenty-five doctors like him, who dispensed anything the King wanted, whenever he wanted it (Elvis and MJ were both master Doctor Shopaholics); not to mention the family, friends, fans, and entourage, who sat idly by and watched in silence and fear for their own security. With the full extent of addiction and its more sinister causation left a mystery for Elvis, one can only imagine if things will play out in a similar fashion for Jackson, and those involved in his life, fame, demise, death and legacy.
~ nichopoulooza let me know if you like this essay?
Part 1 of the video introduction to the University of Nebraska Press collection "The Global Game: Writers on Soccer" (2008). Go to http://writers.theglobalgam... for more.
