Added by RobWilloughby
June 15, 2007
June 14, 2007
Willy Deville talks Johnny Thunders (John Anthony Genzale, Jr.) Dead in the Quarter OR Started out on Burgundy...
in '96 i lived two blocks from willie. after his girlfriend started buying art at my gallery i got up the nerve to go over one night, and for the next three years spent as much time there hangin' out on his stoop as possible, discussing music and doctors, like:
doc pomus, dr. john, little jimmy scott, little willie john, nyc, mardi gras indians, etc.but mostly local characters of whom he was definitely one. i got to admire his antique furniture, artwork, and his Victorian eyeglass collection, and got to share with him some of my cures for headaches which he always appreciated but wouldn't ever share with his girlfriend, and which was always repaid by early morning serenades in his studio in the back of the apt. featured above, accompanied by their yapping dog, dixie belle.
Singer Willy DeVille, who lived next door to the hotel in which Thunders died, described his death this way:
I don't know how the word got out that I lived next door, but all of a sudden the phone started ringing and ringing. Rolling Stone was calling, the Village Voice called, his family called, and then his guitar player called. I felt bad for all of them. t was a tragic end, and I mean, he went out in a blaze of glory, ha ha ha, so I thought I might as well make it look real good, you know, out of respect, so I just told everybody that when Johnny died he was laying down on the floor with his guitar in his hands. I made that up. When he came out of the St. Peter's Guest House, riga mortis had set in to such an extent that his body was in a U shape. When you're laying on the floor in a fetal position, doubled over - well, when the body bag came out, it was in a U. It was pretty awful.
courtesy of junkipedia
i've included this next article for my host:
Johnny Thunders låg död på mitt hotellrum NEW ORLEANS
Iko Iko
Sitter i Johnny Thunders dödsrum, dricker Hurricane, lyssnar på Dr John och stoppar nålar i voodoodockan.
Men ångbåtsorgeltanten tutar vidare.
Rum 37 på hotell St Peters House är litet, kostar 69 dollar, jag sitter på sängen.
På andra sidan korsningen Burgundy Street (Rue de Bourgogne) och St Peter Street ligger CD"s Saloon - baren där punkrockens Dean Martin, heroinisten Johnny Thunders, träffade två skurkar och tog sitt sista glas.
Sedan hittades New York Dolls-mannen död här på golvet, utanför toaletten. Rånad och antagligen mördad av dåliga droger. Han hade också lymfkörtelcancer.
and your host has been kind enough without the aid of nicotine to translate it into pidginglish:
"Johnny Thunders was laying dead in my hotel room"
Sitting in Johnny Thunders room of death, drinking Hurricane, listening to Dr John and putting needles in the voodoo doll.
But the steamboat-organist-lady is still horning away
Room 37 on hotel St Peters House is tiny, costs 69 dollar, I'm sitting on the bead.
On the other side of the Burgundy Street (Rue de Bourgogne) och St Peter Street crossing is CD"s Saloon - the bar where the Dean Martin of punk rock, the heroinist Johnny Thunders, met two crooks and had his last glass.
Later the New York Dolls-man was found dead död here on the floor, outside the toilet. Robbed and probably murdered by bad drugs. He also had lymphocyte cancer.
Han was 38 years old.
Thunders sang "You can"t put you arms around a memory" and Per Bjurman likes him alot.
Bjurton likes New Orleans alot too. He's a sinner, he's a saint.
Bon voyage, baby.
My travel companion, Svenska Dagbladets enfant terrible, the man with William Faulkners "Sound and the Fury" on the nighstand, puts the needles in the country music enthusiast who can find a five star record every week and I've got two guys - you know who you are, teehee - back in the old country who will receive my needles in the voodoo doll for 15 dollars.
but fiest I'm aiming at the lousy lady onboard the Mississippi steamboat Nachez. Her off-key steamorgan
squeels by Tennessee Williams tramway "Linje Lusta" and perhaps all the way to Tipetina"s and I'm sure voodoo musician Professor Longhair, whos head you ought to rub there, had put his needles into her if he had been into voodoo. Been her in "The Big Easy" four times now, but never seen Mystikal or Master P. Or Dr John. But the lady plays the steamboat every time..
My voodoo must be wrong.
Voodoo religion exists only in Haiti, in Brasil and here in Louisiana. 15 % of New Orleans population is down with voodoo. The local voodoo saint is Marie Laveau but that doesn't help me. The old lady still plays.
I wish someone could rub my head too. Well, this sickening headache; I don't know whether it was the cajun-martini I had at Paul Prudhomme's Louisiana-cooking-restaurant, K-Pauls, or if it is the plague from NYC, or if it's the flu, or if the needle I put in Mr. X's head backfired...
That's how the story goes.
Respect voodoo.
Like Dr John sings :
"After you rub it a while, you dub it."
Meeting perhaps the worlds fattest black gay. He's cooking his cajun sausages Po-Boys together with a tiny little transvestite at Clover Grill, a little place on Borbon Street and Dumaine.
"Come on in, ya"ll, we not gonna eat ya, he says and flirts with a gumbo in the hand.
What a man!"
Many rumors surround Johnny's death at the St. Peter House in New Orleans, Louisiana in April, 1991. He apparently died of drug-related causes, (i'm sorry but i'm just not buying that) was it accidental or the result of foul play?
Dee Dee Ramone (and you know how fond jt was of dd) took a call in New York the next day from Stevie Klasson, Johnny's rhythm guitar player.
"They told me that Johnny had gotten mixed up with some bastards... who ripped him off for his methadone supply. They had given him LSD and then murdered him. He had gotten a pretty large supply of methadone in England, so he could travel and stay away from those creeps - the drug dealers, Thunders imitators, and losers like that."What is known for certain is that Johnny's room (no. 37) was ransacked...cont.
here.
June 13, 2007
*i played buddy holly in the worst movie of all time
Great Balls of Fire!!!
from Jim McBride the man who brought you The Big Easy with Dennis "CAJUN" Quaid asGomer/ JLL:
i was filmin one of my scenes at the beautiful mempho orpheum theater watchin gomer (the big DQ) burn the piana in the recreation of the brooklyn/freed/apoc-rock myth, although with a distinct disney/bowdlerized epithetlessness:
listen here, my good man of bitumen complexion...now you may attempt to perform your set piece, as i have just completed my great pyrotechnical display...
listen here, my good man of bitumen complexion...now you may attempt to perform your set piece, as i have just completed my great pyrotechnical display...
jerry lee shows up to watch. he exits the limo in flip flops and a sherlock holmes pipe while me and chuck berry are gettin our pictures snapped with the extras. the producer, adam fields, starts to introduce me to the killer, and jerry lee looks at this biopipsqueak-rock'n'roll-desecratin-phony-type-producer cat and says to adam killer:
killer, i know killer...and adam killer says:he's playin buddy holly.
jerry lee gives me the once-over twice, pops the meerschaum out of the side of his leering suckhole and in a dilaudid-meets-ferriday drawl, slurs in my direction:
and then to adam killer:killer, buddy holly was my best friend in the world...killer, if you had enough sense to get killer here to play buddy holly you got more sense than i thought you had...and then to me killer again:son, you look more like buddy holly than buddy holly ever did!
here is a transcript of my comment to this guy:
christ, where did you get this?
oh, god, i'm dyin...who the fuck is dorothee? and where are her giant french balls hidden? and how does she materialize beside killer's piana like that? oh fuck, that's harold cowart playin' bass on this, the craunchiest vid i've never seen of gbof
rockin' my life away by the late great Mack Vickery, who divulged to me at one of jll's nesbit ranch birthday parties in answer to my questioning the significance of the seemingly random set of numbers with which jll introduces the song:
well, hoss, i used to play touch football with elvis at graceland and it's a quarterback play we used to run!
i said, oh...and smiled
that's me in the intro standing in the front row with a gold tuxedo and seven jack daniels and babania in this craunchy raveup of swanee river rock at the greatest small show of all time at storyville in n.o., fats and friends...ray charles can play a rhodes...and for all you harp-lovers, that's sug blue...and for all you obscure bass/cajun studio legend cognescentis, that's harold cowart on bass...and for all you cocaine kingpins, that's ron wood well into a second eightball...but who is that second guitarist???
see more buddy holly impersonator resume here:
*THE完 PERFECT完 AMERICAN な
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