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1958 Juan Les Pins, BB, et les measles



1956 Ford Sunliner
In the summer we went on vacation to the French Riviera; to be more exact, to Juan-Les-Pins.  We drove but I don't remember much about the trip except that we were driving our 1956 Ford Starliner convertible, the turquoise and white one.  

I think that was the year my grandmother Frieda was with us, which is probably one of the reasons we went to several of the chateaux of the Loire Valley.  

The one I remember the best is Azy-Le-Rideau.  That was my favorite.  We also went to Chambord where we saw a 'son et lumiere' show at night, and a couple of others.  But Azy-Le-Rideau was the one that captured my imagination.  My second favorite was Chenonceau.


Azy-Le-Rideau
Azy-Le-Rideau


Chenonceau
Chenonceau


Chambord at night

Chambord













I remember going to Nice and having lunch at the famous Hotel Negresco (which I called the Hotel the Crisco, much to my mother's chagrin).


Le Negresco, Nice, France
Juan-Les-Pins was a very upscale tourist resort, even then.  The hotel where we stayed, Le Provencal, was very famous, and looked out over the boulevard and the beach.  There was entertainment every night and we usually went and sat on the patio and watched after dinner.

L'Hotel Provencal, 1955, Juan les Pins

Beach, Juan Les Pins
Port du Crouton Marina, Juan Les Pins


Juan-Les-Pins had a great marina where we would stroll around in the afternoon when we weren't at the beach.  




Chris Craft Cabin Cruiser


Chris Craft Wood
I remember in particular my dad pointing out to me all the Chris Craft boats.  He said they were top of the line and we would look at them really closely.  He admired fine craftsmanship.  Sometimes, if we could find an owner around, we would talk to them, with me translating if necessary.  



A couple of days after we arrived, I suddenly developed a horrible itchy rash.  It drove me nuts, I couldn't' sleep at night, and nothing helped.  My mother decided I was allergic to cantaloupe and told me I couldn't eat it anymore.  That was a terrible fate because I had it at least 3 times a day, I loved it. After another couple of days, the rash wasn't any better and she took me to a doctor.  The verdict:  I had the German measles!  The next 3 days, I had to stay in the hotel room in the dark because my eyes were watering so badly.  It was hell.  I couldn't even read.  Finally, for the last few days of our visit, I was allowed to go back outside again.  



The last day, we went to Cannes, and this time we ate in a fancy restaurant.  While we were there, I went to the bathroom, which wasn't just a bathroom.  It was very fancy and had a lounge area with antique couches, etc.  There were about three or four women in the lounge area, all agog.  I kept hearing "Bebe, Bebe est la" and sure enough, there she was, Brigitte Bardot.  She was  gorgeous.  And she was very nice.  She shook hands with everyone, even me.  
BB in what appears to be a Chris Craft
BB playing the guitar





Brigitte Bardot in 1958
I thought she was the most beautiful person I had seen in my life, and I haven't changed my mind all these years later.

We also went to Marseilles and Monte Carlo (see separate posts).  It was a wonderful summer trip.


Juan les Pins by Pablo Picasso

1966 The Jimi Hendrix Experience

The Jimi Hendrix Experience made their live debut in the middle of October 1966 with four dates in France.


Upon his arrival in England, the guitarist’s manager, former Animals bassist Chas Chandler, introduced Hendrix to drummer Mitch Mitchell and bassist Noel Redding, the duo that would become the Experience. After a week of rehearsals, Chandler put the band on the road supporting the French singer Johnny Hallyday.

The opening date was at the Novelty in Evreux, France on Oct. 13, 1966, and the trek wound up five days later at the Olympia Theater in Paris. Also on the bill were Long Chris, the Blackbirds and, for the final date, the Brian Auger Trinity. Less than a week later, the Experience would make their debut in the U.K. 


Jimi Hendrix and Johnny Hallyday
The concert I saw in Paris on October 18, 1966, when The Jimi Hendrix Experience opened for Johnny Halliday, was their first performance ever recorded!  The band had only been together for about two weeks.

My friend, Roland, was a photographer for one of the Paris newspapers, and he invited me to go with him on his interview with this crazy new artists who played the guitar with his teeth and set it on fire.  Of course, I was thrilled.

We went to the Olympia and went backstage.  Roland and I went to a dressing room where a black man was sitting on a stool playing a guitar.  He looked up and said hello very quietly, then shook Roland's hand and shook mine.  I told him I spoke English if needed it, but Roland spoke pretty good English.  When he asked Jimi questions, I could barely hear his answers, and the whole time he was just strumming his guitar.  After a couple of minutes, someone told him he needed to get on stage, so Roland said they could finish after the show.



The curtain went up and there was a drummer and a bass player on stage, but no one at the mike.  Then the speaker announced "Ladies & gentleman"  and there was a terrific guitar noise, "from Seattle Washington" and there was another roar from the guitar that lasted a while, "the Jimi Hendrix Experience!" then Jimi came out, with his left hand in the air, playing the chords with his right hand.  It was incredible.  



We watched Jimi perform from the side of the stage.  The audience was spellbound and I was in shock.  The guitar alone was like nothing I had ever heard!  He played it with his teeth, yes, and he set it on fire.  



His set only lasted 15 minutes (though it seemed much longer) and he sang three songs ("Killing Floor", "Hey Joe", and "Wild Thing").  When he was through, there was dead silence for a moment then the entire audience went berserk!  Needless to say, we weren't able to go backstage again.  I wish I remembered more about the concert, but it was sensory overload.  
He wasn't very successful in the US and like many artists, found better luck in Europe.  But it wasn't long before he was a sensation there, especially after Woodstock.



Unfortunately, not so many years later, David and I had flown to Paris for a weekend and were at the hotel talking to some of the Rolling Stones.  Mick said he was heartbroken after Jimi's death, but that he hadn't been able to go to the funeral because there was an arrest warrant for him if he entered the US.



I really want to go visit his grave one day.  It's in Renton.




1969 Woodstock, or Not

I had actually been to the Woodstock area about 2 weeks before the Festival.  Even then, there were lots of signs for "Three days of peace and music".  

A Woodstock sign
David and I had thought about going but he was busy at the recording studio and I would have had to call in sick to work which I did a lot.  Our across-the-street neighbors,, Lynne and Samik went though, leaving on Thursday morning early.  We thought they were crazy because Woodstock is only about 100 miles from New York, but it turns out they knew what they were doing.  They got there early Thursday afternoon and already there was so much traffic that they had to abandon their red VW bus about 5 miles from the meadow.  They just left it on the side of the road, along with many others, keys in it, and hitchhiked with all their stuff to the site.  When they returned to it on Monday, keys were still in it and nothing was missing  They got home later Monday night.

Traffic jam on the way to Woodstock
David and I had considered going up Friday night after work, but by the news helicopters were already showing traffic backed up for miles and over 500,000 in attendance, so we wisely decided against it. 

There was a crowd of over half a million people
Still, I can't believe I missed one of the most significant events of my lifetime!  David was mad because he knew so many of the performers.  He knew some of the members of The Band; he was pretty good friends with Richie Havens, who was the opening act by default; and he knew Arlo Guthrie.  We were both on a first-name basis with Roger Daltrey of The Who.  John Sebastian of the Lovin' Spoonful was there, and of course we knew him from seeing him riding around the Village with his parrot on his head.  We also knew Tim Hardin from when David lived at the Hotel Albert (he later died of an overdose in 1980).  And of course he knew, Melanie (who later because David's star-f**ker moment).  Then, of course though I didn't know him at all, I had seen Jimi Hendrix onstage in Paris in 1966.
 
Arlo Guthrie
The Band

Richie Havens





Roger Daltrey and The Who
Tim Hardin
John Sebastian
Melanie
Jimi Hendrix
To me the quintessential image of Woodstock is Jimi playing the Star-Spangled Banner, fringes flying, bombs dropping, and rockets exploding.  Amazingly, that performance was impromptu and not rehearsed.


Later on, after the movie was released, David and I went to the New York press preview.  The movie was wonderful,  But then, when Jimi started playing the Star-Spangled Banner, a lot of people got up and walked out.  I guess they felt it was disrespectful, but I will never understand why.  After all, my generation was against the Vietnam war; that was the whole point of Three Days of Peace and Music.



1966 Beach Boys



The Beach Boys came to Paris to start their European concert tour on October 25, 1966.  My friend Yves and I decided to try to find their hotel.  It didn't take long.  I don't remember now which one it was, probably either the Plaza Athenee or the Ritz.

Carl Wilson, Bruce Johnston, Al Jardine, Dennis Wilson, Mike Love

We stayed around the lobby.  Since I spoke American, it was easy enough to convince the hotel staff that I was connected to them in some way.  My mother taught me a lot.  Finally, a young American male came out of the elevator and I recognized him immediately.  

It was Bruce Johnson.  He was a cousin of the Wilsons and only joined the band on tour so he could play some of the instruments.  I went up to him and said something inane like "Hi Bruce!"  He gave me a big smile and said "You're American?"  When I confirmed that, he said "Great!  Can you come with me?  I'm going to record stores to see if they have our Pet Sounds album".  I grabbed Yves (who was dumbfounded) and said that we would be glad to!  


Arcades des Champs Elyees
He called to a limousine and we piled in.  We went to the Lido Record Store, which was in Les Arcades des Champs Elysées.  I went there all the time, and in fact had drawn a portrait of Brian Jones that hung in their window for a couple of months.  Bruce went to the front and asked if they had any Beach Boys albums.  No one recognized him.  This happened at four or five different record stores around the Champs Elysees.  They had the albums, but no one recognized him.  He was crushed.


Carl Wilson, Al Jardine, Mike Love
Bruce Johnson, Dennis Wilson
When we got back to the hotel, the others (except Brian) were in the lobby.  Bruce introduced Yves and me to Carl, Mike, and Dennis. Of course, Dennis was my favorite.  Bruce told them how handy it was to have me around since none of them spoke French.  They were heading to the concert hall, the Olympia, and invited Yves and me to go along.  We did, of course.  They did a sound check for their concert that night.  Yves was beside himself.  We went to the concert but couldn't get backstage that night, which didn't bother us too much, because Dennis had told us to come back to the hotel the next day.


Mike Love, Al Jardine,
Bruce Johnston, Carl Wilson
Dennis Wilson, Bruce Johnston,
Carl Wilson, Al Jardine, Mike Love
The next morning, we went back to the hotel and as requested, called their room to let them know we were there.  They came down with their suitcases, etc., headed to Germany for their next concert.  I was wearing my favorite red felt coat that had a hood and silver clips down the front.  Dennis decided he liked it and asked if he could try it on.  I took pictures of him wearing it, and a lot of pictures of all the others sitting on their suitcases, etc.  Yves took some of me with all of them, and vice versa.  

Then Dennis asked if I would do him a favor.  The previous year, he had met a German girl who was going to meet him at Orly Airport and go to Germany with them.  Was there any way I could ride with her and then act as an interpreter?  She spoke German and French and I spoke French and English.  I said of course I could.

A little while later, a sporty little car pulled up and out stepped a very pretty and stylish girl with platinum hair.  I can't remember her name, but it was obvious she and Dennis were close.  I explained my mission to her and she was fine with it.  The Beach Boys got into their limo and I got into her car, leaving poor Yves standing on the sidewalk.  

The thing that impressed me most about this girl was that she had a record player in the car, a turntable that slid in and out.  I had never seen such a thing.  She was really nice, and told me how she had met Dennis when they were on tour last year and had been waiting for them to come back to Europe.

When we got to Orly, of course there were tons of fans there.  The girl and I went to the First Class Lounge and found the Beach Boys.  That's the only time I ever saw Brian.  

It was an interesting experience.  Dennis had his arms around this girl and would murmur something to ME.  I would translate it and murmur it to HER, and so on.  Bizarre, but fun.  We all three got a kick out of it, to say nothing of the others.  Then Dennis turned to me and said, "Could you come to Germany with us?"  I was speechless.  Of course I wanted to say YES!  Travel with the Beach Boys?  But I knew there was no way.  I was still living with my parents.  My dad would have had Interpol after me.  It broke my heart to say no.

I stayed at Orly and watched their plane leave.  As with the Moody Blues, a few people asked me who I was.  "No one", I said, "I am no one, je ne suis personne" but they didn't believe me. 

Years later in 1983, when I heard Dennis had died, it was personal.  I remembered how much fun he was, how much he laughed, and how sweet he was.  But I wasn't surprised.



They say I live a fast life. Maybe I just like a fast life. I wouldn't give it up for anything in the world. It won't last forever, either. But the memories will 

... Dennis Wilson

1966 La Loco,The Animals, and The Streak

One night my friend Yves and I were at La Loco, the rock nightclub in Paris.  The band was Eric Burdon and the Animals, who were quite well known by then.


Eric Burdon and The Animals at La Loco 1966
La Loco 1966

La Loco 1966

Cream at La Loco 1966

The Hollies at La Loco in 1966

The Who at La Loco in 1966
As usual, during the performance, Yves and I sat on the dance floor, which was blocks of lighted tiles.  I was sitting on the edge right in front of Chas Chandler's amplifier.  They were rocking pretty hard, and the dance floor, and probably the stage too, was vibrating.

I was wearing my favorite outfit,  a cream-colored pantsuit made of fine wale corduroy, with a longish fitted jacket and slightly bell bottom pants.  I loved it.  As were were sitting there enjoying the show, suddenly I felt a stunning hit to my head, on the front, just behind my hairline, and just to the right of my part which was in the middle.  The next thing I knew, I was lying on the dance floor, Yves looking down at me, and the owner of the club pressing a napkin to my head.  The band had stopped.  

When I was finally aware of what was going on, the owner took me upstairs to his office suite and made sure I was all right.  He took me to his bathroom and helped me wash all the blood off my face.  There was blood all over my turtleneck and a few drops on the lapel of my jacket.  There was quite a bit on the pants.  I was traumatized by the blood.  When he got the bleeding pretty much controlled, he told me there was a fairly deep cut in my scalp.  He asked if I wanted him to take me to the hospital and I said absolutely not.  I had noticed some blood on Yves so I asked how he was.  Apparently, he just got a glancing blow on the shoulder - the blood was mine!

The owner made me drink some kind of alcohol and told me to lie down on his couch and he would send Yves up, which he did.   

Yves told me that Chas' amp had fallen over right onto my head.  The band immediately stopped playing and after they hauled me upstairs, they moved the equipment and started again (after they cleaned the blood off the lighted floor tiles of course).

We stayed upstairs for about a hour, then went back downstairs.  The Animals were done by then, and we sat at a table and took it easy.  When the club closed, the owner got me a cab and paid for it.  When I got home around 2:30 am, everyone was asleep of course.  I probably spent an hour in the bathroom trying to see my injury but I really couldn't so i went to bed. 

The next morning, I had my sister look at it and she thought it was bad.  My mother said I needed stitches and that I should have let the owner take me to the hospital.  My dad just shook his head.   I had a headache for a few days, but otherwise, I was fine.

My corduroy pants were ruined, but we were able to save the jacket.  In fact, David used to wear it on stage when he played with his band.

One added benefit was that I had free admission to La Loco for life!

About a year or so after this happened, I noticed something strange with my hair; in the area of the scar it was growing in white!  I loved it.  It was a permanent reminder of that night.  Ever since then, I have had a white streak in that spot.  I started parting my hair there, because it made a nice effect.  Now,even though my hair has a considerable amount of gray, I can still see my white streak.

In an odd twist of fate, Eric Burdon played at the one and only music festival held here in 2010.  I was excited, because I wanted to ask him if he remember that episode at La Loco.  The concert was good, and after he came offstage, I couldn't wait to go backstage and meet him.  My friend Jody and I stood in line to get into the tent they had set up, and we met one of the other bands who had played, Wishbone Ash.  They were very nice.  But then everyone was told that Mr. Burdon would not be giving autographs or talking to fans.  I asked for a special visit because I wanted to see if he remember something that had happened close to 45 years prior, but they weren't having it.  I was horribly crushed.

Eric Burdon 2010

Wishbone Ash 2010