Tuesday, September 17, 2013

FREE JOHN SINCLAIR CONCERT 1971

John Lennon and Yoko Ono 

After moving back to Michigan in January 1971 at 15 I found the area obsessed with the call to FREE JOHN SINCLAIR. It was the cause  of the time. Sinclair had been imprisoned for giving pot to an undercover agent among many other charges and suspicions. He was suspected of planting bombs and trying to start the revolution of young people to over throw the US government.


The posters were everywhere promoting free concerts in Gallup Park and as a teenager rock music is what we lived for. The politics not so much. Basically my age group didn't care if John Sinclair was in prison or not, we wanted to go to see free concerts.... I have just finished reading Pun Plamondon's autobiography (LOST FROM THE OTTAWA; THE JOURNEY BACK) this weekend which took me in the way back machine to the year of 1971. Having left my parents in Georgia at Ft. Benning, I moved back up north to finish the 9th grade in my home town of Ypsilanti.


When I arrived the Christmas of 1970 kids were all going to the big Catholic church in town for concerts on Friday nights. These were so exciting and there were hundreds of kids at these shows. It was the coolest place to be seen as I recall. The hippie movement was on it's decline and we all thought Flower Power was ridiculous but colorful and fun. We all took on the look of long dragging on the ground jeans, long hair straight parted down the middle, tee shirts, fringed leather bags for purses, moccasins, and peace signs.


In my school Free John was not carved into our desks, we thought about ourselves mostly and what concert/party we would go to on the weekends.


Next door to Ypsilanti was the city of Ann Arbor. A whole different world and light years away from the rest of the area. Smoking pot in 1970 was a big crime and people who smoked it would drive way out in the country to do it. After the Free John summer of 1971, smoking pot was everywhere and out in the open. People would fire up a joint and drive in their cars, stand on corners, and fill concert arenas with pot smoke. 

When the news spread the following December of 71 that John Lennon was coming to Ann Arbor to play at a benefit to Free John we all had to be there. A friend and I went and I don't remember buying tickets but we were there in the huge crowd of people. We used the time when the radicals were making speeches to go get something to drink or use the restroom.

Some of the older college kids were into the scene but we were not. We wanted to see Lennon. As it turned out I never got to see Lennon play as they didn't take the stage until 3:00 am and I had to be home long before that. Did see Bob Seger, Stevie Wonder, Teegarden and Vanwinkle that was pretty fantastic. Not alot of video on that show worth showing.




 Here is a great story on the show that talks about the events of that time. "Free John Sinclair!" click the link to read the whole story, it is really accurate. by James Tobin At the ragged end of the 1960s, perhaps no slogan was scrawled on more bathroom walls or carved into more classroom desks in southeastern Michigan than "Free John Sinclair!" It was a slogan that eventually pitted John Lennon against J. Edgar Hoover one early morning in December, 1971, at Crisler Arena.

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Sunday, August 25, 2013

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Saturday, April 2, 2011

NUTHIN' but the TONES!

April 1, 2011

The TONES, The WHOLETONES, and NUTHIN' but the TONES!

4 Young Guys hit the Road today. Ford Van pullin' a trailer jammed with Implements of destruction. Guitars, Banjo, Cello, Stand-Up Bass, Monster Drums and a Tattoo Gun.

I met 'em at the 7-11 to give up a tank of gas, and a little cash... them's my Boys.



TAYLOR FREYDBERG






ALEX DORRIS

The WHOLETONES, they're called.
FOLK-CORE they call themselves. Crashin'-Metal-Bluegrass I'd say. No stage show... those T-shirts and Blue Jeans give no hint of the explosion to come. Stand & Deliver, comes to mind.
Kid's LOVE 'm... old Peope too


Russ Depa, Poster Artist TOO!


OIL SPILL Blues... "LIVE @ The Little Bar in Goodland, Florida.

MAYO COATES


They stay Hungry, do what they want... and write a lot of songs. These Guys are KILLERS.


Bustin' out of south west Florida soon...
Take me with ya Boy's... I won't slow ya down.

BIG Rich

Thursday, March 10, 2011

BIG RICH GLIDES THE GLADES!

In Honor of DAYTONA'S 70th Annual Bike Week, I wanna tell ya' about my favorite ride.




There's only one road thru Big Cypress Swamp. Florida - US 41. 2 lane black top... 80 miles without a stop light. A Bikers dream, speed limit mostly ignored... not too many Cops.
Ride South on any day, thru the 10,000 Islands... smell the sweet Buttonwood smoke from the Indian Villages you pass along the way.



There ain't much to see... if you ain't lookin'. Royal Palms and Sabels... Cypress, Mangroves, Jack Pines, Live Oaks with Spanish Moss hangin' down like hair... Tall Saw Grass, far as you can see. Hundreds of birds...Great Blue Herons, Egrets, Ibis, Kigfishers... Buzzards galore.



My Lady calls out every time she spots a critter along the road... Gator, Gator, Gator. Sometimes a Hundred of 'em. Saw a Bobcat one day, and small Deer. Dry season, water level's fall and Aligators start bunchin' up in the deep spots... they don't like it much... rather be alone, out in the Glades. I try not to mess with 'em, too much.



We ride down past the Everglades City turn off... nice to stop at Joanies Blue Crab Cafe, an old "Florida Cracker" House at the side of the Road. Live Music on Weekends, the sign says... and Cold Beer.

Bikers Welcome. Gator on the Menu... Gator's out back.




Raiford Starke with the WHOLETONES @ Joanies



Raiford plays there quite a bit...and my Boys, The WHOLETONES... It's the ONLY place to grab a bite for quite a ways on this Lonesome Highway. Other time atmosphere. Drop in, if you get a chance.






We like to stop at Fakahatchee Seminole Store... trade up some Indian Beads, cash only. They might not trust us... fair enough.

Their flag is red, white, yellow and black...


Ride another 20 Miles or so,down to the Ranger Station called The Oasis, watch them Gators for a while.

2 Lane Black Top, all the way to Miami... or Key West.





Not much has changed here, last 10,000 years or so, when the first Humans came rollin' thru.

We like it.


Saturday, December 18, 2010

BIG RICH: SNAPPAZ!


Capt. Doug

For a City Boy, headin' out to Sea was the last Great Adventure. I'd gone as far as I could go. I learned right off from the Big Boys... got invited to bring my camera and go Offshore on the "ROCKIN' REBEL", a 31' Sport Fishin' Boat, with Capt. Doug... so I went...



ROCKIN REBEL 2
ROCKIN REBEL 3
ROCKIN REBEL 4


Capt. Rich

I had Fished a few times on Lake Michigan, but nothing compared to 60 or 70 miles out on the Gulf of Mexico. Sun Up to Sun Down... those guys are HARD CORE Fishermen. Over the years I've gone on many a trip with the Rebel Crew, hit 30 knots for an hour or two, Rock n' Roll just BLASTIN" from the speakers, and fish IN THE BOX... that's what WE talkin' about!



Up North, down South.... fresh water or salt. The story is the same. Go where they LIVE, offer 'em something they EAT, and HOLD ON!


SNAPPAZ



A lot goin' on out there in the Gulf of Mexico.... 1,000 Miles wide and 12,000 feet deep. Knowing the spots, the Wrecks, the Reefs, the Rocks... that's the secret to catchin' 'em. Oh yeah.. and LUCK.


3 Dorris

There are NO fences, it's said... and after a couple hundred trips, VERY little would surprise me. 7 foot Tiger Shark? OH yeah... It's the same Planet... but a whole 'nother World. There's an awful lot of water, some big waves and Hellacious TEETH out there!


CUDA

Trust your Captain, is my best advice... and Be Prepared. 'cause " FORTUNE FAVORS the BRAVE"... and the well armed...


WELL ARMED

Sunday, October 17, 2010

TATTOO CRAZY-ITIS!


Haylee Pin Up

Tattoo experience, Number One, down in the basement, 1966... gave my self a lucky "13" with a sewing needle and India ink, my Brother Ray was next, gonna put a swatsticker on his arm... one poke for him and it was over... he's still got that one dot on his arm...


Little Rich with Big Rich before Sicko

Not too much Tattoo goin' on around 1975. My Pal from Hell Creek Ranch had a nice one, Scott Asheton had that famous ROCK ACTION Tattoo by Lyle Tuttle... so I went to see Mel the Head, (RIP) to get some Ink, over on 9 Mile. Little bell rang when I walked in the place, no one home... then a voice hollered from somewhere "Be right with 'ya... HOLD STILL DAMMIT!" So I split... what the Heck. Another time.



My Brother Tony, we call 'em Nail, is full of good ideas and said if I got tattooed he'd pay HALF... or somethin' like that, 1988. So I did... little Puff the Magic Dragon kind a thing, I thought it was cool for awhile.



Well, SICKO showed up one rainy day... at the GHETTO RAGS booth, and said "I can FIX that for ya'"... the rest is history. If I woulda' sat still long enuff, I'd be lookin' like the Sunday Funnies... I swear.

Sicko, aka "Dirty" Kirt Hennings... ran an "Underground" Tattoo Studio in Detroit, early 90's... basement apartment over on 7 1/2 Mile & Wyoming, couple miles from where I grew up. HOME BOYS.


Nail and Sicko

I'd go there, Video, and late at night, get mine done... home 'bout 4, punch that factory clock at 7AM. BIG FUN... in fact, SICKO named his studio FUN HOUSE TATTOO'S, after I played the Stooges for 'em.


Sicko in Action

FIRST Motor City Tattoo Convention, 1996... was a BLAST! Old School, Super VHS, crowd surfin' BIG Video style. Original soundtrack recorded by Detroit's own, Bobby East. They say a picture is worth a thousand words... so I'll let them tell the tale. Dig it.


Haylee Detroit Dewar

That's my story, and I'm stickin' too it. Like Mom said... "Tony, you better put some Cream on your Clown"...


Tony's clown

I Came across a Lady on-line lately, HAYLEE DETROIT. The name grabbed me right off, and this Sister has got STYLE! A Tattooed Model, Mother, Actress, Tattoo Magazine Cover Girl and Bartender at the HARD ROCK CAFE Downtown Detroit... ALL that! She REALLY has it goin'.

I dropped a line, to see if I could put her on my site, she said OK...just spell my name right... so here it is! Haylee Detroit Dewar. Find her on Face Book, I did, and Go to www.tattoo-girlz.com, you will be AMAZED!



Watch these at your own risk.....

Motorcity Tattoo Convention Part 2
MotorCity Tattoo Convention Part 3
MotorCity Tattoo Convention Part 4
MotorCity Tattoo Convention Part 5

Saturday, August 7, 2010

KINGDOM OF COOL!


Ray Sr. my Dad, Most Cool Cat

"COOL" by OUR standards, is a mental state, a way of being... controlled emotion, always "Cool"... always "Showin' Class". It's a natural thing.

People have it in all different ways... a "built in knowledge of what's right... and wrong. It's what keeps US separated from THEM. Always. Dig?


Cool 1966

Back in the day, like '66, my Sister Kitty took me to a "basement party", over on the West Side of Detroit, me only 15. It was my first look, guy with big gold earring, black beret... playin' bongo's with Motown 45's on the record machine. I wore my leather, drank a beer, dug all these "Cats & Big Hair Chicks". I was impressed. On the way out I said, "Let's do it again"... she replied, " Long as your not UNCOOL"... so I spent the next 44 years, trying to be COOL. Not an easy task. And I have Lost it, on more than one occasion.


Me Scott Rev. Ray 2010

Next gig was an eviction party, over by Livernois and 5 Mile... We got there as someone rode their NORTON up the front porch steps, right into the living room... didn't much matter, as the drywall had been kicked in by then, anyhow. Went for a "thrill ride" thru the neighborhood, on the back of that Norton 750 Commando... my first motorcycle ride. Cops never came... I couldn't believe it. After that, there was no turnin' back.

One night, way out by Tepoe Lake State Park, some guy had a brand new car, GTO I think... payments and all. He let this Cat they called Edgar take it. I remember standing there, drinkin' Bali Hai wine, in the dark distance we could all hear Edgar, JAMMIN' thru his gears... the guy was havin' a fit.


Pontiac GTO

Lost his Cool, for sure. He got in Ed's face when he finally brought the car back... for his trouble he got a sermon on life, something like, "When it's all over, and your DEAD, you DID it, you LIVED! You don't want NOTHIN' left but smoke..." and so on. We never saw that Cat again.


Bro. Tony (built the devil cycle!)

My shop class buddy, Marty came by one Friday Night on a bad-ass BSA Chopper with welded-chain-sissy bar, I put on my cut-off levi jacket and hopped on... into the night we went. He pulled up in front of a house party on 7 Mile & Hoover... the place was ROCKIN'.


Mike D. Navy (one of my twins)

''Go on in Man'', he said, "I gotta take this bike back, I stole it"... so I did. One step into the front door, someone socks me right back out onto the grass, then a swift kick in the ''nards''. They thought I was somebody, or another... anyway, no harm done. Kid handed me my Buddy Holly glasses... Cool, I said, and walked back home.


Scott my other twin

Marty Lubic... blond, short hair, crazy...cool. An Original. His Dad was a Detroit Cop too. He died in a motorcycle crash on Gratiot near 6 Mile in 1969. One of his Pals came to the house and told my Mom. He was the first of many.

Carolyn Striho Playin with Fire:



Big Rich FLA

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

BIG RICH; Split the Detroit Scene in the Summer of 1968



I Split the Detroit Scene in the Summer of 1968, left town with my girlfriend in a ''63 Ford Sedan, AM Radio. Toronto was a Hippie Mecca back then, so we went. Hangin' out on Yonge Street, sleepin' in the car... nuthin' cookin' for us there.

Met some kids from The States and headed back to Chicago and the "FESTIVAL of LIGHT", as it was called. In Detroit is was being promoted as the place to be, MC-5, joint rolling contests... I planned on winning that one. When we got there it was a different story... ooooooh yeah. Somehow we fell in at a place right across the road from Lincoln Park, it was a Theatre of sorts with high red brick walls and a big gate they closed at night... that was a GOOD thing... Gimme Shelter, for sure.



It wasn't so bad at first, hung at the Park in the day, we walked all over... saw Allen Ginsberg doin' the OMM chant, tryin' to STOP THE WAR! The heat was on, so the weed scene was zero. Never saw a joint, much less a contest. Radical types were holding seminars on anti-cop moves, roll up a magazine for a weapon, Yeah... sure. One night we were over on Clark Street, the Bar/Club Hip Street. The Cops were everywhere, they had started gettin' heavy... "Up against the wall" they used to say. The "Boys" collared me that night too... when they saw I was only 17, they let me go... once again. Just lucky. I guess.



We showed up in Lincoln Park a little late one day... just in time to see the Cops pullin' the plug on the MC-5, and kick'n everyone's ass that didn't flee. Truly, I saw it happen. We were behind the Cops and all the action, so we just walked on over to the Childrens Zoo, where my Ford was parked. It was the ONLY one left... Cops were hangin' out, laughin' and all.



A couple of 'em were sittin' on the hood as we came up. I could hear the hissing of the air as all 4 tires went flat, they thought it was pretty funny, I guess... we split. I fixed the flats, $2 bucks apiece...and headed for the Shelter. I didn't go out at night after that.

It got much worse. Downtown one day... at the Convention Center. THOUSANDS of people... everywhere.The National Guard had jeeps lined up, far as I could see... each one had a 6' x 6' section of chain link fence on the front, with a .50 cal machine gun mounted in the back...made a WALL. It was a HEAVY scene. I understood. THEY didn't like US. My feet never stopped movin' while I was awake. I gave my YIPPIE! button to someone, he asked for it. Ya' know... Youth International Party, what the hell was that? All I knew was I wanted to have a good time... and didn't wanna go to Viet Nam.



Everyone said go to Grant Park... so we did. It was wild. People were climbing up on this big statue thing, carryin' Viet Cong flags and all... Cops came right up after 'em... Down they came... The hard way. The grand finale came at the Band Shell, HUGE crowd... Thousands of people.

Lots of speeches, Dick Gregory, Comedian/Activist, was up... they wanted a March down Michigan Ave. but didn't have a permit... Soooo, Dick invited everyone over to his place, somewhere... just about this time, we being pretty far back, on the edge of the crowd, I see Hundreds of Cops gathering. They formed a Flying V, like a football game, and charged into the crowd, swingin' these 3 foot long clubs, un-believable. They were maybe 20 or 30 feet away, people were goin' down... blood was flyin' and I started movin' FAST... Escaped without a scratch.

We had enough... went back home to Detroit. I think we won.