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FOREWORD
Hey Folks, this is Arthur Lee. Im the one who kicked the door open for all these guys like Jimi Hendrix, Sly Stone, Bill Graham, The Grateful Dead, The Doors - all these want-to-be rock stars that you are so familiar with. This guy Domenic wants me to start his story off, so here goes. (Also, I have written a book entitledRainbow In The Storm: The Book Of Love Part Iby Arthur Lee, as told to Chris Boyle. Check it out.)
the Byrds were happenin. Bob Dylan was happenin. And it was the most beautiful time in my life. It has not always been purse first and ass last in my book. We shared, we cared, and we tried to represent peace and love. Its too bad that people that are caught up in calling people bitches and mfers werent there to see what life can really be like. I look and listen to these hip-hop and so-called rap artists. Some are very talented, but all most of them do is preach hate. Love On Earth Must Be.
The Strip was like a home away from home to me. After the gigs I usually didnt have a place to stay, but the people in those days could always find a place for me. Id go to a party after shows and I was welcomed by all, especially white people. When Martin Luther King Jr was walking down the street hand in hand in Montgomery, Alabama and Tennessee, trying to tell people its too bad youre judged by the color of your skin rather than substance, I was already ahead of the game; I was putting it to shame.
The people were like: If I got it, you got it. And if I got it, here it is, come and get it. It was all about sharing. But if I was a regular nine-to-five negro instead of walking around with one shoe on and one shoe off, Im sure I wouldnt got the recognition that a person being black would get. You got to take a chance to get a chance in this world, and I took a chance. And guess what I got? A chance.
The music was about getting along. The music is the key, but God is above that. I call him Love, I use his name, but mostly Im a human being, just like you. The flesh is weak, but life goes on. The music was the inspiration for the music that I hear today. There was the birth of folk-rock: thats what I listened to. Im glad I was there to help shape the music that I hear today.
I was there to bust the door open for other black entertainers: I came from South LA, where blacks and whites were joined together. There were no Crips, no Bloods. I came to Hollywood to send LOVE. And Love I got.
Arthur Lee
AUGUST, 2004
Arthur Lee (right) and his bandmates backstage at the Hollywood Bowl.
BELOW RIGHT Love onstage at the Santa Monica Civic Auditorium.
The main drag of Sunset Boulevard, the Sunset Strip, might only have been 1.7 miles long but was home to an incredible array of nightclubs, coffeehouses, restaurants, underground movie-theaters, and hip boutiques in which rocknroll fans would mingle with rocknroll royalty.
The action continued a couple of miles down the road in Downtown Hollywood, a hub of record labels, recording studios, and yet more live music venues and cool hang-outs.
MAKING IT ON THE STRIP
Jerry Hopkins ofThe Los Angeles Free Press
I have a theory about the Sunset Strip. I say it is not real. It is plastic.
I say the Strip is manufactured in Japan and shipped here in small parts,then it is reassembled by a committee of pot smokers.
if you are not convinced I will tell you about the time I watch a lady named Szou dance all by herself at the Trip wearing a Gypsy Boots t-shirt for a dress. Or the time a friend of mine walks into a ladys apartment and she is sitting cross-legged on the floor pasting feathers on a picture of The Rolling Stones.
I can also tell you about a concert I go to and I see janitors clean up after, and they find six pair of little girls panties under a layer of jelly beans. And another time I see folks lined up for a block outside Barneys Beanery, it is past midnight and these people are standing in line to see an art exhibit.
Do you believe this? Not me, I dont.
Almost every day I see something like this I dont believe. I see people like Vito, who is a sculptor and a father-like figure for the teenyboppers and who also is the husband of the lady STRIKE ON BACK COVER in the Gypsy Boots t-shirt. I see Kim Fowley, who is a singer and who does Mick Jagger type things with his fingers when he dances.
Others I see include Earl Leaf, who carries a camera everywhere and who is the worlds oldest teenager, and Teri Garr, who is an actress and a dancer, in her Hollywood pad is a big poster from a 1930s movie and she likes to wear antique shades and a t-shirt that says Chiquita Brand Bananas.
There is also Wallace Berman, who is a talented artist and who has worn his hair very long for almost 20 years now, and a pretty brunette lady she judges how happy she is by how many Top 40 record stars she balls the last month or so. Phil Spector is around, too, and so is Wild Man Fisher, a songwriter who jumps up and down a lot.
Of course there are groovy people like Roger McGuinn and Zal Yanovsky. Roger is wearing those Byrd glasses so long now his eyes are rectangular, and Zolly is the fellow with The Lovin Spoonful. His face is made of rubber and his feet when he is playing and singing they seem to be going off in different directions to leave the rest of him hanging there.