Imagine.
In 1957, Jerry Lee Lewis marries his 3rd wife.
His bride is young.
Myra Gale Brown is all of 13 years old.
His new wife also just happens to be the daughter of his cousin and partner, J.W. Brown.
Imagine.
Ted Nugent releases a song titled: "Jailbait." in 1981.
"Well, I don't care if you're just thirteen/ You look too good to be true/ I know that you're probably clean".
Nugent is writing about Pele Massa. He cannot legally marry her at the tender age of thirteen so instsead he chooses to become her legal guardian.
God Bless the good ol' boy, Nugent who just happens to be one of Trump's biggest supporters.
" It's quite all right, I asked your mama/ wait a minute, officer/ Don't put the handcuffs on me/ Put them on her, and I'll have her with you."
So, you might say to me that these men are vermin anyway and their behavior isn't exactly the latest sound bite on rock n roll stars behaving badly.
What about the saints of the Rock world?
Surely!
David Bowie passed away in January of 2016.
"As a weird kid, Bowie helped me accept myself" seemed to be the public mantra and community consensus when he passed on to the other side.
"Imagine.
It's easy if you try."
It is no secret that David Bowie stole 15 year old Lori Mattix's virginity in the early 1970's. This crime took place in the state of California where the legal age of consent is eighteen.
"The Cake And Rain" is a brand new book by the prominent songwriter Jimmy Webb.
It details Webb's life in the late sixties when he was at the height of his fame.
This book also happened to be what I was reading when all the Harvey Weinstein, Kevin Spacey, and all the other shit came out of the closet and hopefully will land in the courts very soon.
Sexual Proclivities and John Lennon.
On page 291, Webb relates a story about being called to a hotel room where John Lennon was staying. Mr Webb was urged to bring all the one hundred dollars he could muster up.
"It was a kitchenette apartment, on the trashy side. Behind him I saw a beautiful Asian girl sitting naked on a Formica kitchen table. her legs were spread wide and elevated on two supporting chair backs to put her in a position not unlike the one a woman assumes on her visit to the obstetrician. She was not May Pang. As I stepped through the door I saw Lennon crouched between her legs on his haunches, fully clothed. He was rolling a hundred-dollar bill into a thin tube and fitting it with studied precision into the young lady's vagina. She was delighted with this procedure, laughing while exhorting him, "More! Please! More!" Lennon glanced up at me coolly as I stood in the doorway, and resumed the rolling process, scarcely pausing to nod. In front of him on the table was a dwindling stack of hundreds.
"We're going for the Guinness Book of World Records! Harry (Nilsson) enthused and went over to encourage John and have a look at his handiwork. I woodenly reached inside my motorcycle jacket and took out the contraband and the cash.
"Uh, here's your stuff, Harry," I said, my voice weak from amazement.
"Come over and have a look!" he invited, taking the hundreds and the cocaine offhandedly, as though the boys were building a model airplane."
"I gotta run. You guys go ahead with, uh, whatever... good luck with that." I turned on my heel and walked out into the fresh cold air of the beach.
Imagine.
Just imagine...
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