Tales of Rock – Alice Cooper Reveals How Jesus Saved His Life

Alice Cooper is a complicated individual. A world-famous musician, certainly, known for his shocking performances and focus on rock and metal.

But that’s not how he started out. And as he prepares for his role as King Harod on NBC’s live version of “Jesus Christ Superstar,” he’s telling more of his backstory.

When he started seriously focusing on music in the late 60s, Cooper quickly fell to the pull of alcohol. Not unusual for celebrities and musicians, but dangerous no matter what your career.

“Everything that could go wrong was shutting down inside of me,” Cooper told Confidential. “I was drinking with Jim Morrison and Jimi Hendrix and trying to keep up with Keith Moon and they all died at 27.”

Alice Cooper Reveals How Jesus Saved His Life on Night He Was Throwing up Blood 40 Years Ago

Almost 40 years ago — 37 to be exact — the performer had a major turning point. A come-to-Jesus moment, if you will.

After years of heavy drinking and trashing his body, Cooper woke himself up by vomiting blood. While that would be concerning for anyone, Cooper knew why it was happening.

Cooper also knew what it meant he would have to do. After being authoritatively denounced as an alcoholic, he stopped drinking.

Stopping on its own is challenging, especially if you’re a habitual drinker, but Cooper said he also never had the desire to drink again.

Why? He said it was because of God.

“My wife and I are both Christian. My father was a pastor, my grandfather was an evangelist. I grew up in the church, went as far away as I could from it — almost died — and then came back to the church.”

That trend could describe many individuals. There are plenty of parents, friends, and relatives grieving the falling-away of loved ones. But perhaps it was Cooper’s foundation in Christianity that gave him stability when nothing else could.

He clearly has a lot of respect for his dad, and no doubt his father’s words rang in his ears during his darkest times.

“He could preach all day, keep you interested, tell jokes,” he said about his father in a 2011 interview. “I got that from him. He also loved music: Sinatra and Elvis.”

“When the Beatles came along, I was surprised when he went, ‘Yeah, they’re pretty good,’ because other parents were going, ‘Oh, no’. And my mom only worried about the lifestyle: ‘You’re gonna get caught up in drugs, you’re gonna get 20 girls pregnant.’”

Some people have had a hard time lining up Cooper’s appearance and life with standard Christian values, but he has words for them.

“There’s nothing in Christianity that says I can’t be a rock star. People have a very warped view of Christianity. They think it’s all very precise and we never do wrong and we’re praying all day and we’re right-wing. It has nothing to do with that. It has to do with a one-on-one relationship with Jesus Christ.”

Alice Cooper Reveals How Jesus Saved His Life on Night He Was Throwing up Blood 40 Years Ago

 

He’s also been faithful to his Christian wife, and the two still love each other after all these years.

“My wife is a ballet teacher so she is very organized,” he said in 2011. “I’m the spontaneous one – she never knows what’s coming, except that I’m gonna be home and I’m gonna be sober. After that, there might be a ticket to Jamaica in there.”

 

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The Beach House – Chapter 19

We woke the next morning with two goals: pack for our trip the next day and paint a room. We choose the smallest spare bedroom to start. Since neither of us had painted in a long time, it seemed prudent to start small. We removed all of the furniture and outlet covers then covered the carpeting with drop cloths and taped around a few fixtures. After we brought in all our implements and the ladder, we stripped.

Mia had agreed to do most of the edging, and I was going to handle most of the rolling. We both started edging first before I could fill it in with the roller. I had made sure that Mia was on the ladder doing the ceiling edging while I started on the baseboard. The view was spectacular. Mia was trying to keep me on task, but my eyes kept moving back to that tushy on the ladder.

When you are relearning to paint, you have a tendency to get paint all over yourself. When you’re horny and relearning, you get paint on your dick. Mia laughed when she saw what I had done. She climbed down from her perch and wiped me with a wet rag. My cock twitched a bit as she wiped off the rest of the paint. She chuckled.

“No sex till the room is done.” She gave my dick a little kiss and climbed back up the ladder. Well you can’t kiss a guys dick and then use the words “no sex. ” I was aroused, and I felt our naked painting agreement might need some renegotiation. I started using her can of paint to fill my brush. Every time I needed a refill, I would stand up to reach up to the ladder tray and dip. This would allow my free hand to roam over the back of her thighs and tweak her butt.

“Stop that! You’re going to make me screw this up.” Mia was smiling so I knew she wasn’t too serious. Every few moments, I would return for more paint and leave a small caress in my wake. She stopped complaining and just let me have my little feels. When I finished the current wall’s baseboard, I dipped my brush to begin moving up the corner. Just before I returned to the wall I very lightly scraped my fingertips along the inside of her knee. Her knee collapsed inward, and I saw her brush slip and slightly paint ceiling.

“I can’t believe you just did that.” Mia turned with what I could only describe as an evil smile. “You know what that does to me.” I saw the brush headed for me but didn’t react in time. She caught me on the shoulder and bicep, a big lavender blotch on my arm. I didn’t even think before I reacted. I slapped my brush on her left butt cheek. I had forgotten I had just dipped it back in the paint. I covered my mouth to hide my grin as I began moving backward. Mia’s lips formed a large ‘O’ as she watched the large splat of paint begin to run down her thigh.

Mia’s paintbrush went back into the bucket. When she withdrew it, half her hand was covered and it was dripping all over the ladder and drop cloth as she descended. I had no choice; I started for the door.

“If you want me to marry you, you had better stay right here in this room!” She was smiling as she inched toward me led by the heavily soaked brush. I knew she would still marry me if I ran, but I felt I had to prove my love. I stood my ground and raised my brush in the en-garde position. I circled around the room slowly trying to keep my distance from the loaded brush. She moved with me, cutting me off and allowing less and less space to move. I had no choice; I attacked. I went over her arm and straight for her breasts. The brush barely touched before her free hand grabbed the top half of the wooden handle and steered it away.

“Men always go for the breasts,” she laughed. Then she swiped. She started low on my stomach and dragged the brush up across my chest and finished at the base of my neck. It was seriously cold paint. I sucked in my breath and let go of my brush. She had them both now. I raised my hands.

“I surrender.” I could feel the paint beginning to drip. Mia just smirked. I think she was under the impression that we weren’t even yet. She pointed to the floor with one of the brushes.

“On your knees when you beg for forgiveness!” She indicated the floor again when I didn’t move quick enough. I dropped to my knees.

“I’m sorry for teasing you.” I didn’t really sound sorry because I wasn’t. Mia moved directly in front of me, her pussy inches from my face.

“For penance, you will now pleasure me.” I looked into her eyes and all I saw was love. My hands were full of paint so I knew it was tongue only. I reached up and pulled her forward by her buns forgetting that one was covered in fresh paint. I felt paint drip on the back of my arm from the soaked brush she still held. My tongue dragged across her dry slit as Mia spread her legs to give me more room. I forced my tongue to split her lips and open her flower. I tasted the beginning of wetness. More paint dripped on to my back as Mia shifted her weight to give me more access. I drove my tongue deeper and dragged my hands down her thighs, one pulling wet paint. I heard a quiet moan from above as my mouth moved a bit higher.

Mia dropped the brushes and moved her hands behind my neck. I felt paint dripping down my back as she pulled me in tighter. Her pussy was becoming wetter as I massaged the back of her knees with my hands. I moved my mouth higher and lightly licked both sides of her hood, trying to coax her clit out of hiding. Mia moaned again and slowly dropped to the floor. I followed her down, never losing contact with her moist opening. She grabbed my arms and pulled me up over her body. “I want you in me.” She was breathing harder. I pushed her hair out of her face with the wrong hand and left a trail to paint on her cheek.

I knew her body now. I knew every inch. I guided my cock to her opening and slowly inserted the head. I felt her hips shift to allow me a better angle. I held her head steady with both hands, accidentally painting one side. I locked onto her eyes, “I love you, Mrs. Tomlinson.” and I slowly inserted myself into her until our pelvises met. I remembered the feeling of her grinding into me in the pool. I knew what she liked. I lowered my hips a bit rubbed my groin into hers. It felt the same and Mia’s head fell back with a groan.

I withdrew and slowly re-entered. When we met again, I shifted my hips down and ground my way back up. “Oh God, Dale!” Mia’s neck was tightening up, and I felt tremors beginning to build. I felt like a king. I loved making her body react. I withdrew and returned again. The grind this time generated shaking in her legs. I knew she was close. I was waiting for her. I withdrew again, and when I returned, she grabbed my ass and pulled me in tight. She started grinding herself into me as spasms ripped through her body. Her breathing was a set of halting groans as I felt her muscles tighten. I exploded, my hips grinding of their own accord. Our pleasure took over our humanity as we struggled like wild animals. I came again, and Mia groaned louder as I felt her pussy clamp down. I realized I was also groaning as the last spasm ripped through my body. I wanted to collapse, but Mia was still grinding in a world of her own. My muscles wouldn’t cooperate so I just let her spend herself on my hips.

Mia collapsed onto the paint covered tarp. She looked at me and started laughing. I collapsed next to her, my dick reluctantly leaving its precious home. We were covered in paint. There was more on us than on the walls. Mia grabbed my face and kissed me hard. “No more naked painting.” She was still trying to catch her breath.

“Sorry Mia, you just looked too damn sexy on that ladder.” I knew I was the instigator. I also knew I would do it again. Mia dipped her finger into the wet bristles of the soaked brush and found an unpainted part of stomach. She finger painted “Mia’s” on to my body and kissed me again. I liked that she owned me. I caressed the side of her head with my clean hand.

I looked around the room and was hit with a thought. “Mia, what if we make this our yesterday room?” She looked at me kind of funny. “We can hang our pictures of Grandma, Adrian and Carlos. Then we can come in here to remember. The rest of the house will be for the now-us.” She was smiling when I was done.

“That’s a lovely idea.” She stroked my arm. “You have a good heart, Dale.” She cuddled in close, and I felt our paint start to mix. “Yes, that’s a perfect use for this room.” She kissed me on the ear which sounded a lot louder than it felt. We lay in the paint for a while longer enjoying the closeness.

 

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Tales of Rock: Moby’s Most Outlandish Claims, from ‘Dating’ Natalie Portman to Spilling CIA Secrets

Wikipedia calls Moby a pioneer of electronic music in the aughts, but today’s headlines confirm Moby is now a three-time, eye-roll-inducing author adamant that, no really guys, he actually, like, really did date Natalie Portman.

In his newly released memoir (his second in four years) Then It Fell Apart, Moby reminisces about a supposedly brief relationship with the actress in 1999 when he was 33 and Portman was 20. He claims they met at a gig in Austin, Texas, which led to attending parties together and even a trip to see a day in her life as a student at Harvard University. “For a few weeks I had tried to be Natalie’s boyfriend, but it hadn’t worked out,” he writes, according to The Guardian.

Speaking to Harper’s Bazaar this week, Portman disputed that they dated and called Moby “a much older man being creepy with me when I just had graduated high school.”

“He said I was 20; I definitely wasn’t. I was a teenager. I had just turned 18. There was no fact checking from him or his publisher—it almost feels deliberate,” Portman told the magazine. “That he used this story to sell his book was very disturbing to me. It wasn’t the case. There are many factual errors and inventions. I would have liked him or his publisher to reach out to fact check.”

Upon hearing her side of the story, Moby decided posting a shirtless photo of himself with a young Portman (wearing a t-shirt with the words “Milk Fed”—it’s a big week for milk) was just the proof he needed after that “gossip piece” in Harper’s Bazaar to show not only that “we did, in fact, date,” but also that they even “remained friends for years.” He then goes on to characterize Portman as an intelligent activist misrepresenting the truth, before plugging his book. “The story as laid out in my book Then It Fell Apart is accurate, with lots of corroborating photo evidence, etc. Thanks, Moby,” he writes

According to Stereogum, Moby also writes in Then It Fell Apart about a brief romance with Lana Del Rey, then known as Lizzy Grant—another anecdote that comes across like an overestimation of his own romantic prowess. Since she refused to go home with him after the two had just met, Moby doesn’t wait a full day before wining, dining and again inviting her over to his five-floor New York penthouse. From Then It Fell Apart:

“Floors in an apartment.” She shook her head. “Moby you know you’re the man.”

“Ha, thanks,” I said.

“No, not like that. You’re a rich WASP from Connecticut and you live in a five-level penthouse. You’re ‘The Man.’ As in, ‘stick it to The Man.’ As in the person they guillotine in the revolution.”

I didn’t know if she was insulting me but I decided to take it as a compliment.

After he kissed her, Del Rey dodged Moby, saying “I like you. But I hear you do this with a lot of people.” Moby writes that because it’d have been a lie to call himself “chaste, sane, and ethical,” he said nothing and walked Del Rey to the twenty-ninth floor, kissing her in front of the elevators.

This wasn’t how I imagined the night ending. I’d assumed that we would end up christening my new apartment with vodka and sex. But to my surprise, this was almost nicer.

Apart from unrequited affairs with female celebrities, Moby spent the 2000s writing prolifically in his blog about a number of subjects. With over 414 pages of posts dating from October 2000 to June 2018, Moby has imparted his thoughts on everything from the “sprawling hydra headed monster eating everything in it’s path” that is Los Angeles to George W. Bush being a “moron.”

Foreign policy is a favorite topic for the musician. Five days after 9/11, Moby outlined his strategy for how to handle Osama bin Laden. If the United States government would just hire the best graphic designers to create a pamphlet depicting bin Laden “drinking, gambling, and having sex with prostitutes” and distributed the piece of propaganda throughout Islamic countries, then bin Laden’s “reputation would be destroyed,” he insisted, adding, “please don’t laugh. This really would work.”

In recent years, he’s taken aim at Donald Trump. In a February 2017 Facebook post, Moby claimed his friends in the CIA told him they were working on establishing Trump’s connection to the Russian government, saying the infamous pee tape was “100 percent real.” Nearly a year later, he told the Kentucky radio WFPK that his CIA friends asked him to share the information publicly.

“So they passed on some information to me and they said, like, ‘Look, you have more of a social media following than any of us do, can you please post some of these just in a way that…sort of put it out there,’” he said, according to The A.V. Club. The CIA has 2.59 million Twitter followers, while Moby has 1.2 million.

Moby is on his book tour through the beginning of June. Expect more bold statements.

 

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Celebrity Sightings: Vanessa Hudgens – Part 6

I absolutely adore Vanessa Hudgens. She is a great actress who has stupendous legs.

 

Filmography

Film

Year Title Role Notes
2003 Thirteen Noel
2004 Thunderbirds Tin-Tin Kyrano
2008 High School Musical 3: Senior Year Gabriella Montez
2009 Bandslam Sa5m
2009 The Ultimate Idol[135] Herself Documentary
2011 Beastly Lindy Taylor
2011 Sucker Punch Blondie
2012 Journey 2: The Mysterious Island Kailani Laguatan
2012 Spring Breakers Candy
2013 Choose You[136] Ex-girlfriend Short film
2013 The Frozen Ground Cindy Paulson
2013 Machete Kills Cereza Desdemona
2013 Gimme Shelter Agnes “Apple” Bailey
2015 Freaks of Nature Lorelei
2018 Dog Days Tara
2018 The Princess Switch Margaret Delacourt, Duchess of Montenaro
Stacy De Novo
2018 Second Act Zoe
2019 Polar Camille In production

Television

Year Title Role Notes
2002 Still Standing Tiffany Episode: “Still Rocking”
2002 Robbery Homicide Division Nicole Episode: “Had”
2003 The Brothers García Lindsay Episode: “New Tunes”
2005 Quintuplets Carmen Episode: “The Coconut Kapow”
2006 Drake & Josh Rebecca Episode: “Little Sibling”
2006 High School Musical Gabriella Montez Television film
2006 The Suite Life of Zack & Cody Corrie 4 episodes (season 2)
2007 High School Musical 2 Gabriella Montez Television film
2009 Robot Chicken Lara Lor-Van / Butterbear /
Erin Esurance (voice)
Episode: “Especially the Animal Keith Crofford”
2012 Punk’d Herself Episode: “Lucy Hale”
2013 Inner Circle Herself Documentary
2016 High School Musical: 10th Anniversary Herself Special
2016 Grease: Live Betty Rizzo Special
2017 Powerless Emily Locke Lead role
2017 Running Wild with Bear Grylls Herself Episode: “Vanessa Hudgens”
2017 Drop the Mic Herself Episode: “Vanessa Hudgens vs. Michael Bennett”
2017–present So You Think You Can Dance Judge Since season 14
2018 Drunk History Joan of Arc Episode: “The Middle Ages”
2019 Rent: Live Maureen Johnson Special

Producer

Year Title Notes
2015 #15SecondScare[137] Executive producer; Web-series

Stage

Year Title Role Venue(s)
1998 Dr. Seuss’ How the Grinch Stole Christmas! The Musical Cindy-Lou Who Various locations[138][139][140][141]
1998 The King and I Unknown
1999 Damn Yankees
1999 The Wizard of Oz Dorothy Gale
2000 Cinderella Cinderella
2000 The Little Mermaid Ariel
2001 Charlotte’s Web Fern Arable
2001 The Hunchback of Notre Dame Unknown
2002 A Christmas Carol
2002 Carousel
2003 Evita
2003 The Music Man
2010 Rent Mimi Marquez Hollywood Bowl[142]
2012 The 24 Hour Plays Vanessa Broadway[143]
2015 Gigi Gigi Kennedy Center / Broadway
2018 In the Heights Vanessa Kennedy Center[144]

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Doris Day Dies Nearly 2 Months After Celebrating 97th Birthday

May 13, 2019 08:16 AM

Doris Day, the beautiful blonde whose sunny screen presence and silken singing voice guaranteed box-office and record-chart hits in the ’40s, ’50s and ’60s, has died, her rep confirms to PEOPLE. She was 97.

Day died at 1:00 A.M. on Monday at her home in California, the rep says.

The Associated Press was first to report the news, which comes nearly two months after the actress celebrated her birthday and shared a recent photo with PEOPLE.

RELATED: Inside Doris Day’s Long-Lasting Friendship with Rock Hudson and Final Goodbye

Although in 2012 she released a CD of songs she recorded years ago, since the early ’80s, the world’s favorite “girl next door” kept a low profile and lived on 11 acres in Carmel, California, where she devoted most of her time to her charitable organization.

RELATED: Doris Day Dies at 97: See Rare, Unearthed Photos of Hollywood Star in the Prime of Her Career

Courtesy Doris Day

RELATED: Doris Day’s Last Public Appearance Before Her Death at 97 Was Over 5 Years Ago

Despite her immense popularity — by the early ’60s, she was the No. 1 box-office star on the planet — Day was often greatly underrated, and, blaming her fear of flying, turned down several awards and accolades, including (it was discussed) an honorary Oscar and the Kennedy Center Honor. One prize she never lost: the unbridled love of an adoring public.

Music and movies

Born Doris Mary Ann Kappelhoff, the daughter of a Cincinnati music teacher and a homemaker, the crystal-voiced pop soprano changed her name to Day when, as a teen, she began singing on the radio. After appearances with the Big Bands of Barney Rapp and Bob Crosby, she joined Les Brown’s Band and had her first hit with “Sentimental Journey.”

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By the mid-’50s came better roles at other studios. This included what even she considered her best film, 1954’s Love Me or Leave Me, a dramatic, though highly fictionalized, biopic of ’20s singer Ruth Etting, who lived under the thumb of her short-tempered, controlling husband. (Day played down parallels between the movie’s plot and her own life.) In 1956, for Alfred Hitchcock, she co-starred with James Stewart in The Man Who Knew Too Much, in which she introduced the Oscar-winning song that became her signature, “Que Sera Sera.”

Two more vehicles with Hudson (and sidekick Tony Randall) followed, as did similar comedies in which Day — sometimes as a career woman, but always squeaky clean — costarred with Cary Grant, James Garner, and Rod Taylor.

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Loved to laugh

For Day, as she told PEOPLE in 2011, her greatest loss in life was the 2004 death (from melanoma) of her son, music producer Terry Melcher.

“I had him when I was [18], so we were like sister and brother,” said Day, who found his passing “really hard. But I keep him with me.”

The profile also pointed out that humor had always been Day’s secret weapon. “I love to laugh,” said the star who made so many others laugh and sing. “It’s the only way to live. Enjoy each day — it’s not coming back again!”

 

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Sun Stories: Kita – Chapter 11 – The Day Before Tomorrow – Part II

This baby doesn’t know what real darkness is. It has nothing to do with pigment, melanin or skin color. But I do.

“Anyway….No worries. Happy to help. What are we doing today?

“I want to do a spray and a UV session today! What do most people do?”

“Oh, the double dip today! I won’t recognize you tomorrow!”

“I’ll be dark! I wanna be dark!”

This baby doesn’t know what real darkness is. It has nothing to do with pigment, melanin or skin color. But I do.

Customers are coming and going and it’s getting busier. I just love that’s she’s hanging close to me at the counter. I go and clean beds on the in between, and I love walking back up to the front and she’s just there chatting with clients. They love her and compliment her on her gorgeous tan. She’s loving it and saying she’s pale.

Oh, the irony.

Clients ask about what lotion they should buy and she pipes up and recommends the Tahitian Bronze, because I let her try it one day. It’s the most expensive lotion in the house and she’s selling it to these pale ghosts.

“Yea, I used it and it got me really dark.”

These sheep are looking at this really pretty petite Asian girl with skin like delicious caramel and will do whatever the fuck she says. Kita is a natural and I make a mental note about this for the future.

I tell her normally that women go into the spray tanner and then follow it up with a stand up session to give them a little more and bake on the spray solution.

Kita has made it clear to me that she doesn’t like the stand up units because they have no face tanners. (600 watts of UV ‘A’ rays to brown the face and not burn it because the face is harder to tan than the rest of the body.)

We finally settle on Kita going to Room 2 for a lay down UV first and then to the spray tanning booth for a clear coat level 3. She’s afraid she’ll get too dark with the level 3 so at the last-minute she changes it to the level 2. (Probably a good decision but either way I’m sure she’ll look amazing)

“Can I get a robe?”

I love this. She’s going to UV tan in her favorite bed, number 2 and then wrap herself in one of our little blue robes and walk back to number 8 and jump into the Versaspa spray unit. Just the idea of lovely Kita standing before me in nothing but a little robe and completely naked underneath brings my blood to a boil. But I must refrain from any thoughts or feelings. I’m a professional here. I have three great yelp reviews using my name, and I have to keep my composure around clients even if I have a crush on them.

I’ll be fine.

I send her into room 2 and off she goes. I go about taking care of clients, cleaning beds and doing laundry.

In a little bit she comes out in her little robe. It has no belt on it so she clutches it to her lithe body as she shamelessly approaches me. She was all covered up when she arrived tonight but now I can see her shapely, tan legs. The experience is maddening because of the ironic circumstances. My mind flashes to her wrapped in that robe emerging from my bathroom and joining me for a night of passion in my bedroom.

But only for a second.

“I forget what I’m supposed to do in the spray booth, can you give me a refresher, Charles?”

“Of course. Let’s go to room eight.”

Here is this little doll that I absolutely adore and has gone from top five to my number one standing in front of me in a tiny robe. I tell her where to put the repelling lotion and run through the poses she must do while in the booth to get the best spray tan. I remind her about the hair net she has to wear and send her in.

“Do I need to call out to you Charles when I’m ready?”

My mind goes straight to the gutter.

“No. A green light will come on in the unit and when you’re ready you simply press it and then off you go. The lady’s voice will guide you through the four-minute process. Then all you have to do is stay dry for the next six hours and when you wake up tomorrow you’ll be Malibu Barbie.

“Okay! Thank you!”

“No worries, Kita. Just follow her directions and you’ll be fine!”

I walk back towards the front of the salon as she closes the door. I think of how spectacular she must look as she stands naked in that unit as the spray strikes her glistening fit body. I’m envious of the Versaspa in that moment that it gets to see the very thing I will never see. The heater in the machine will glow red and she will submit to the commands of the voice as she turns to display her nude vessel to the spray that will hopefully make her look the way she believes she should.

I think she’s perfect the ways he is, but she loves to tan, and this is a tanning salon. and I would never have met her if I wasn’t here.

I used to always complain early on in my dating journey on this blog that ‘the wallet never came out’ with all of these middle-aged women I tried dating in the beginning. But if this date happens tomorrow I will gladly shell out whatever’s necessary to feed this little flower and make the night special.

Because her youth, beauty, and sweetness are a gift to me. Just the fact that she hangs at the counter like a pup and listens intently to me to learn about life is satisfactory payment to me. The very notion that this 21-year-old girl will meet me for dinner at a nice restaurant is enough for me. I may even try to do a picture but that is a stretch. Her showing up and just being Kita is a win for my ego.

I thought about her. Phicklephilly loved her from afar and then ran her down and got her to hang out and confess to me her life, and now to go out with me on a date is spectacular. Just for the fact that I can dream something and bring it to fruition at my age.

I know it’s insane but if she said, I’m hung up on JR and I’m dating Steve but if you give me X amount I’ll be your sugarbaby… I would possibly buckle and take some money from my brokerage account and split her like a ripe melon.

But please…. settle down. Not happening. She trusts me. I’m honored by the fact that she trusts me enough to have dinner with me.  My black wings her neatly folded away and iI will be the gentleman I truly am.

 

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Tales of Rock – Esther Wong

Esther Wong (August 13, 1917 – August 14, 2005) was a Chinese-American restaurant owner and music promoter, called the “Godmother of Punk” in Los Angeles, California.

She was born in Shanghai, China, and emigrated to the U.S. in 1949.

After fierce initial resistance, she became a punk rock and new wave music promoter. She got started in the early 1970s as the owner of Madame Wong’s, a Los Angeles Chinatown restaurant with a floorshow—originally at 949 Sun Mun Way, located in the original 1938 Rice Bowl restaurant. Polynesian dance acts weren’t attracting customers, yet when Paul Greenstein, a Los Angeles “bum vivant,” first approached her husband George about booking bands, she declined. Greenstein’s persistence, and the fact that he had already given the nearby “Atomic Cafe” a new lease on life (cross-pollination between owners’ children worked the magic), caused her to agree to a trial run in Fall of 1978. Initially, under Greenstein, a showcase for unsigned, unbookable punk-bands, Madame Wong’s was one of few places such bands could perform. With the exit of Greenstein, Madame Wong’s morphed into a power-pop palace with bookings more influenced by a now-interested Wong. Notable bands that she showcased included a “who’s who” of rock music, including The Knack, The Police, The Motels, Fishbone, The Go-Go’s, X, The Alley Cats, The Bangs, Oingo Boingo, Naughty Sweeties, Los Illegals, Candy, Guns N’ Roses, Black Flag, No Mercy, Beowülf, Excel, Daniel Amos, Fear, Bad Actor, Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Twisters, and The Ramones. Eventually this led to her nickname, the “Godmother of Punk.”

She closed the original “Madame Wong’s” after a fire in 1985[1] and “Madame Wong’s West”, 2900 Wilshire,[2] in Santa Monica, California in 1991.

The original “Madame Wong’s” unofficially reopened for a brief period in 2009/2010, when Ben Kramer, Stuart Friedel, and Rob Cudd, who were living in an apartment that now occupies the premises, hosted concerts in their living room, using the name Madame Wong’s in homage to the original venue. Acts that year included Devendra Banhart, Vampire Weekend’s secret 2009 Halloween show, The Answering Machine,[3] Wavves, Smith Westerns, Jounce, Pearl Harbor and the Explosions, Backbiter, Salvador Santana, The Growlers, Harlem, and others.[4]

Esther Wong died from emphysema and lung cancer on August 14, 2005 in Los Angeles, and was survived by her second husband, Harry Wong, two children, Frank Wong and Melinda Braun, six grandchildren, and four great-grandchildren.[5]

 

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