What drove Mad Alley over the brink, was my little play I wrote about Belle and I hopping on the train and going to New York to meet my artist friend, Stefan Eins, and his sidekick, Christine Wandel, who turned into a rabid Trump Lover. Alley’s dream was to get close to Stefan’s New York art scene. Now, I was going to take her protégé, Belle Burch, to see THE WIZARD. We had to be sopped! Whatever it takes!
I had a personal relationship with Belle Burch that Kim Haffner interfered with – along with my neighbors. They are guilty of violating my Civil Rights, and breaking their lease. Belle is guilty of encouraging Valkyrie to threaten me. Did she have a choice? She knew this could involve physical assaults. She did this because things did not go her way. She and Alley are control freaks because they feel out of control on the inside.
I sent an e-mail to Belle that she mistook as an offer to take her to New York to see a Broadway show. This is not a case of me stalking a un-known young girl who I want to have sex with – against her will. Belle was willing to share a hotel room with me in the Big Apple – if that was my offer. What I was doing was fulfilling her desire to be a Radical Artist, a goal she told me about at The Wandering Goat where she gave me her e-mail.
I have been struggling – trying to forgive Belle – and continue with our mutual ambition. In 2014, she called me and wanted to meet back at The Wandering Goat so she could give me back the blue bicycle I gave her in exchange for modeling. I sensed a trap, that she had three or four guys who would give me a good thumpen. When I discovered she was my neighbor five days ago, my suspicion was made fresh. However, I considered us making a peace pact, and have us take Our Story on the road in a college tour.
The World of Art has many such agreements where bitter rivals bury the axe and go on to create wondrous and beautiful works of art. Consider the woman who shot Andy Warhol. Trump stiffed Andy a fellow New Yorker, a city that does not tolerate losers. Alley knew this. So did I. Here is the President of the Free World doing his tough New York Guy with another voting official. Stefan mistook the pic of Brigit Bardot for Belle,
Apr 19 at 9:41 PM
Hell yes I want to see a dance show on Broadway. I’ve always wanted to see a Broadway show. I’ve been in NYC twice but failed both times to get overpriced tickets to any Broadway shows enough in advance to make one. Why do you ask?
On Fri, Apr 18, 2014 at 6:59 PM, John Ambrose wrote:
Belle, my big project in Love Dance, a Broadway musical based upon the music of LOVE. Bryan was my best friend in HS. He was a roadie for the Byrds when he was 17. We hung out in a coffee shop in LA in 1963.
I about choked when you told me your were a dancer! Belle! You ring all my belles and set off all my whistles. It is just the way it is.
I want to see the hippie dance extravaganza on Broadway! How about you?
The picture of your Muse looks like Christine. Your email – to me – below refers to Stefan and Chris (!), I thought the end of your autobiography might be you actually visiting New York and joining me and Chris having a magical time. How about it? After all: you found your muse! Tootle-oo!
The Royal Janitor
Victoria came in sideways to get Starfish, she twisting this way, then that, to avoid the gyrating flesh that clung to Agent 008 like kelp in a tidepool. Taking hold of her arm, she was shocked when Starfish turned in anger, and was about to slap her hand away.
“Don’t you dare! You got to come with me – now! Professor Bond is about to give his lecture.”
Starfish let out a whimper, and was pouting. Many hands tried to pull her back into the drum circle where she was a star. An old hag came up to them.
“Can we have her?”
Starfish gave Victoria a look of, hope. Perhaps things will continue to go her way.
“I’m sorry. She’s not mine to give!”
Again there came a whimper from Their Star, who made clopping sounds with her sandals all the way to the car. When she grabbed her drum, and clicked the trunk open, Victoria stamped her feet.
“No! You have to concentrate. Now get in!”
I had a conversation Belle about the idea I had for a Broadway Musical called ‘Love Dance’. I had asked Belle, was, if she would like to choreograph ‘Love Dance’ because I learned she was a dancer. I suspect Belle sees herself as a orphan because she lost her mother nine years ago. This is why she become a street urchin and ragamuffin. Bardot plays a orphan named Juliette in And God Created Woman.
“Juliette (Brigitte Bardot) is an 18-year old orphan with a high level of sexual energy. She makes no effort to restrain her natural sensuality – lying nude in her yard, habitually kicking her shoes off and walking around barefoot, and disregarding many societal restraints and the opinions of others.”
Belle is the reluctant Muse of Jon after he caught her trying to apply his life story to her young lover, an anarchist who claims he is helping the homeless, but, this couple has ambitions to take over the counter-culture of those that came before them and rule the Bohemian World.
Taking his case to the old hippies in the Whiteaker, the wise ones rule Belle must fulflll her agreement she made, and accompany Jon on a cross country train ride that will take them to New York to visit Chris and Stefan who has just moved into the old Woodstock Hotel. On the top floor, Stefan finds a ballroom that has not been used in years. Earlier, Chris had said this hotel is where the Woodstock Nation folks have come to die.
After Belle and Jon board the train, Jon give Christine a call. She informs him Stefan has put together a song and dance routine ‘Putting on the Woodstock’ that is based upon ‘Putting on the Ritz’. Stefan found tails and top hat in a closet, and looks like Fred Astaire. Stefan was a master of the Viennese Waltz, and in no time has mastered Astaire’s famous Ritz dance.
“Yeah! You aughta see him.” says Chris. “He looks real sharp. We got the tenants to dress like Richie Havens, and Hendrix. The chorus line is called the ‘I want to take your higher dancers’. They are wearing white tasselled jackets like Sly did at Woodstick. We got ten drum sets doing Santana. He went insane, Greg. He told me I inspired this show. He wanted to bring back the Filmore and my friend Bill Graham. I wish you were here. Oh, the shows starting. Oh my God!”
“What’s wrong Chris?” Jon asks, sensing something is wrong.
“The ‘take you higher dancers’. They are women in mesh and white high-heel boots. These are his women, his dames he met in the art world. Listen to this!”
Have you seen the well-to-do hippie up and down 42nd. Avenue
On that famous thoroughfare, with their noses in the air
High hats and tie-dyed collars, white spats and lots of flowers
Spending every dime, for a wonderful time
If you’re a wanna-be Bohemian
and you don’t know where to go to
Why don’t you go where Boho fashion sits,
Puttin’ on the Woodstock!
Different types who wear day-glow pants with candy stripes
And cut away coat that really rocks
Puttin’ on the Woodstock.
Dressed up like a million dollar rock star
Trying hard to look like Alice Cooper (super duper)
Come let’s mix where aged Beatniks walk with sticks
Or Chinese umbrellas in their mitts
Puttin’ on the Woodstock!
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As the Train heads south to Oakland, Jon tells Belle about the blue bicycle that the love of his life bought in France where she was taken by the son of Joseph Pasternak after Marilyn’s mother forbid Jon to see M again – after he failed to convert from Roman Catholocism to Southern Baptist……after she forced Jon to go to three Billy Graham Crusades. Jeff Pasternak being a Jew, was O.K. because the family had money. Jon was a poor artist.
Jeff would later form a rock group and meet Jim Morrison whom he tried to get in his father’s movie.
Marilyn’s sister was a radical in France who co-authored ‘Fela – this Bitch of a Life’ with Carlos Moore, who would claim he was not paid when Fela became a hit on off-Broadway.
It turns out Marilyn’s blue bike once belonged to Bridget Bardot. When M brought it back to the States, it was stolen at the airport, and ended up in Boston.
BDM- Mädchen bei einer Gymnastikvorführung
One thing we Americans have learned in the last several days, is, the New Nazis are here to stay. There’s no getting rid of them – this time! They’re like New York Artists. Once they take hold, and get going, they can be compared to a Dirty Rat Infestation! There’s nothing you can do, but wait till they die of old age – which might be our best hope!
You see, it is HOPE that makes society suffer. If we just become a Nazi, then – then we can make other’s suffer, after we remove all hope, and declare all hope is gone. Christine made a case over the phone that the artists Eins forced her to associate with, rendered utterly syndical and hopeless works of art. She described, with utter disgust. the painting of a vagina with cockroaches coming out of it.
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