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Small world.!!! I saw the Bonzo Dog Do Dah Band at Thee Experience too!! Do you remember when we were on the Strip together and went into a movie theater called the Cinematheque 16? Well, it turned out in 1969 I was managing it. The theater had reciprocal agreements with several clubs around town that their staffs could get into the theater for free and the theater staff {all 3 of us} could go to their clubs. Thee Experience was one of those clubs. I wanted to see/hear the Dogs because they were the British version of Zappa and the Mothers. I do not remember any warm up band, but then I didn't get there until the theater closed. I am really sorry we didn't reconnect then, it would have been one of the greatest pleasures of my life, to see you again. Plus, I could have offered the theater as a rehearsal space.

That fall of 1966 is indelible in my mind. You, George, John, Bowler and Harrison. You telling me about the Doors and going to see them at the Palladium high on acid.. Watching you race slot cars at some place in Pasadena. You taking Kris and I to Zappas house one afternoon and to the Frank Lloyd house on Los Feliz. Trying to rent a house in the foothills that had like a 30 foot ceiling and blood in the carpet. The several soul food joints you took me to, and of course, meeting your mother. My memory of her is almost as strong as my memory of you.

Quick story. The theater showed the world premier of the Doors film Feast of Friends so Morrison started hanging out at the theater. One day he showed up with an arm load of Elvis albums. At the time, I hated Elvis and everything about him. So I immediately jumped down his throat about listening to a white guy sing black peoples music, and how Elvis was nothing but hype. Morrison actually got a little sheepish and stammered that he was listening for his inflections. Which makes perfect sense coming from one singer about another. Since then I have tempered my hatred for Elvis into appreciating his voice while despising the hype bs. I will go to my grave shouting at the top of my lungs that Elvis never was or will be the king of rock and roll. That distinction belongs to Little Richard, Chuck Berry and Jerry Lee Lewis. 'nuff said.

Take care, stay safe, hope to see you in a year or two.

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