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  • davidwills 4:12 pm on September 2, 2011 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Counterculture, , Ed Barker, Edward Barker, exhibiton, Gallery, Hackney, , international times, Mick Farren, Open Gate Books, , Space, The Deviants. Watch Out Kids,   

    Mick Farren’s ‘Watch Out Kids’ inspires World Teleport in early hacking scandal 

    My indefatigable London correspondents R&M inform me that there’s a compact-size Mick Farren exhibition currently on show in riot-recovering Hackney. On the walls is every page of Mick Farren and Ed Barker’s 1972 book ‘Watch Out Kids’ for which I did the cover art, and in the corners a couple monitors with period and contemporary interviews featuring Mick.

    Mildly irrelevant aside
    Funny this should come up now, I’m painting a thirty-two foot high mural of the view down the valley I was living in in ’74 when Mick Farren visited and memorably said on looking down the burnt sienna and Umber scene of buccolic perfection, “It needs some Vegas neon.”

    I think of this as I paint, thinking to subvert the sylvan Vedic vistas before me with a crass blaze of Nickelodeon brash. The valley is one over from the Zen Buddhist monastery, and has its own connections with zen through the library of Allen Watts, which is one of two rain-barrel houses designed by Roger Sommers. Set in a one time ‘deliberate community’ of about six main buildings with various outhouses and built to fool the building inspectors who never discovered the full extent of the habitats grouped in the euk’ knoll on what is now state park. When I was there in ’74 it was a mature 1950’s hippie scene, called ‘Druid Heights’, with Watts, the beat generations’ favorite buddhist Church of England priest wandering around in a robe with a bottle; Roger Sommers, a jazz playing visionary builder, who has in retrospect has become the founder of the Tiny Homes Movement – he studied under Frank Lloyd Wright; Margo St. James the Whore organizer with whom I went on to found the Hookers Ball; The King of Carpenters, a stylish craftsman and his potter wife; and the poet Elsa Gidlow in whose goat house I stayed. In one of two wood shops, lived the landlords son, Tagore, a chippie who went on to be an engineer at Enron, and his girlfriend with whom I got very well, Julie, the classical flautist whom I married. Julie went on to the South Bronx in ’82 and was influential in early Rap.

    When I read Mick’s book back then I told him that I had thought of a sequel and would write it. It was from that forgotten story that the Street Lightnin’ Gang (The Graffiti Artists Union, with President for Life, Molly Rodriguez Bode) evolved, leading to the glorious discoveries of World Teleport, that so changed the diesel emissions standards of the world, and leading to cleaner skies everywhere.

    My cover art for Mick and Ed's book

    Walls: Some of the book. Video: Yippie invasion of the David Frost show 1970, with Mick in full flight heckle.

    Exhibition signing-in book

     
    • Deepinder Cheema 8:55 am on February 14, 2012 Permalink | Reply

      I recall reading about the trouble this book caused. It was regarding the IT sheet between IT 15 and 16, it was issue no 15.25 if I recall correct. This was printed whole in the book, but IT wrote with a reference to an identified Policeman using heavy booted tactics. This reference had to be redacted from every copy the publishers could lay their hands on.

    • davidwills 3:10 am on February 15, 2012 Permalink | Reply

      I have that effect on books – the so-called ‘history’ of the Oklahoma City bombing by my ol’ compadre, whom we’ll call ‘Bill Evans,’ a young man in both brain and body from Idaho who, laking good sense used his good credit, his dad’s money , to fund the Haight Ashbury Newspaper of the early 1980’s. He ended up in Bosnia in 2005 or so, in jail for threats with a fake gun. As far as I know he’s still there. Anyway, his book got burnt, the entire printing, except the one copy I own. A general had sued for defamation.

      There was all these zines I worked on, Oz and Ink and Curious and Friendz, they all got busted.

      In 1970 I had been warned by the Lord Chamberlain’s office in the peson of a pyjamad officer of censorship early one morning in Kensington Mews. He told me to “… stop working on these depraved sheets of filth.” That attack by the crown on my person denied me a livelihood. So that’s what got me to San Francisco in 1973. That and Pamela Poland, the vamp from Mill Valley.

  • davidwills 3:18 pm on July 25, 2011 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , , , , , , international times, , , , oz 12, , oz12, ,   

    David Wills and Barney Bubbles – Blow Up Oz 12 

    Welcome to a digitally inflatable copy of Oz 12. Click on an image once, and then when it has opened in a new screen click on it again and it’ll go supersize XXXL as never seen before on the world-wide-web.

     
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