BOTH CLIPS FROM LECH KOWALSKI'S BRILLIANT 'BORN TO LOSE': THE ULTIMATE JOHNNY THUNDERS EXPERIENCE.
THANKS FOR YOUR RESPONSE TODAY, LK
Willy DeVille, Johnny Thunders, and Me: 'Started out on Burgundy soon went to the harder stuff' - for Lech Kowalski
in
'96 i lived two blocks from willie DEVILLE. 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, 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.
(tpa)
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.
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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 wether it was the cajun-martini I had at Paul Prudhomme's
Louisiana-cooking-restaurang 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!"
wish someone could rub my head too. Well, this sickening headache; I
don't know wether it was the cajun-martini I had at Paul Prudhomme's
Louisiana-cooking-restaurang 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!"
/Z
"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."
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."
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