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The Compton Chronicles is a new feature on the R&RRH scene. It is a chronicle of back in
the day Compton and all of the exploits and foibles that can be remembered and shared. Enjoy!
Compton Chronicles
Mission Statement
Something’s
happening here… and what it is is an attempt by those who came straight outa the Compton of the ‘60s to document
in written, graphic, photographic, and recorded form the essence of those heady times. Although it was a culture
and a scene influenced by literature, philosophy, spare change, crash pads, oatmeal, brown rice, consciousness expansion,
spirituality, and outlandish humor, it was the music from both the times and the town itself that most defined the continuum.
The process of gathering testimony as to the anecdotal behaviors in question will, no doubt, initially tax the collective
recall of those participating in the journey. But as submissions begin to arrive and the repository becomes available
technologically to all involved, memories will jog and muses will take seats at the table. It will be as a flower unfolding…
a dream in a constant state of becoming. It should also prove quite hilarious!
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Monday, August 27, 2007
Compton Chronicles "More Jerry's Bar-B-Q"
We all must have lived at the time of Neandethal Man to have prices like that. We could have bought a Dinner at
Jerry's for what we pay for a single donut today. We've finally figured out what that cliche, "the good old days" means.
Anyone want to do it all over again?
-Guila Hales 82707
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Compton Chronicles "Jerry's Bar-B-Q"
Hell, just give me a patty melt and an eastside old tap lager... and put it on dick meehan's tab.
-J. Meehan
Hamburger, DP, No "O" for me. Put it on Willoughby's tab.
-Phil Cobb
Tell everyone Jerry's is a convience store now. When I go visit Camacho I will take a photo.
-R. Godfrey
It’s Friday night. So, here’s MY Jerry’s Bar-B-Q Order (I wish): --Bar-B-Q SPARERIB SANDWICH “From Pit to you
$.85 --Strawberry Shake $.40 I didn’t go to Jerry’s in Compton or even Buena Park (that I remember), but I did go to
Chris & Pitts in Maywood or was it Bell Gardens? My grandparents took us there. When you walked in, there
was a huge bear in a glass case and sawdust on the floor. Restaurants with sawdust… nice. Anyone else remember
that? Let’s hear from you R&RRH members. “Can I take your order?” http://www.rockandrollresthome.com/id21.htmlPhone: JAckson-7-2946 (my phone in Buena Park) -Nadine Willoughby
So, I wasn't in Compton, but I was one of your Country Cousins in Highland by San Berdoo. Some of my fond culinary
memories stem back to the original Golden Arches in San Berdoo in the Fifties (yes,I AM a dinosaur). I thought that
McDonald's chow was good, but in retrospect I realize I was magnetically drawn to "the scene" where all the hip upper-middle-class
guys in town were there on a Sat. nite posturing @ the sides of their hot custom cars. I was wheel-less but hung out
with enough cool dudes to partake semi-legitimately in the script.
Mick Beeson
Friday, June 1, 2007
Compton Chronicles
Who remembers the tale about these
2 dudes and 2 chicks going down to Mazatlan to score some dope? Their
plan was, get this- to take a couple of surfboards down there and stuff them with dope and bring them back across, no questions
asked. So long story short they score a huge gunny sack full of weed and it’s
bigger than they can carry in their VDubb. As the story goes, they actually tied
it to their bumper. Turns out their plan was to stop somewhere on a deserted
beach and stuff the dope in the board. So, they ended up in a no name 2 room
hotel on the beach. They spent the night sampling the assorted uppers and downers
that they purchased at every drug store along the route down there. Morning came
to find the job done but stems and seeds and all manner of weed hung out of the stoned cutting and fiber-glassing job. Needless to say they persevered. On down
to San Blas, a weeks’ stay in the Casino Cologne and some boss surfing. First
morning out the only gringos there were some surfer dudes that got up early to get their boards from the patio of the Hotel. So, these stoned out dudes and chicks came down to the patio to check out what all
the laughter was… only to find the gringo surfers standing around pointing and laughing at their “grass board” cracking their
asses up! They all wanted a board like that!
Monday, May 28, 2007
Compton Chronicles "How Barry became the bass player"
When I came to Compton with J. in 1967, I had played guitar for sometime,
but only acoustical, at least the last few years. So when I met Fitz, Gallegher, Denny (who played acoustical and electric),
Michael Almeida (acoustical and electric), Randy Godfrey, Les Scheer, my apologies to anyone I’ve left out, (it’s a brain
cell thing, you know?). Electric was the instrument of choice to play ‘rock’, we had passed the true pure ‘rock and roll period
by then, and as there were usually two, sometimes three electric guitar players present. So when I showed up with my Fender
Jazz Master (a master of jazz, I wasn’t), now there were four, it was suggested, in delicate terms that I might try the bass
as there wasn’t one present, David Barzoni notwithstanding. Everyone knew that in all the famous bands there was a pecking
order: first came the lead guitarist, second the rhythm guitarist(s) and then usually the guy who couldn’t play the guitar
as well as the others, at least in my case, the lowly bass players. Then, then, Nick Negrete and Les Scheer pooled their funds
and bought me a bass and amp in order to form a group. They paid a hundred bucks, no small change in those days of fifty cent
gas. That setup can be seen in the photo of the bell-bottom pants and neckerchief (not exactly Hendrix, but my ‘gigging’ getup)
photo.
Later installment for upright acoustical bass which followed the Compton
mass migration to Park City period which I left sequestered on the floor of Vince Armenderaz’s car secreting me out of P.C.
due to an altercation with the local Keystone Kops on that infamous fourth of July ‘riot’ as it was touted. I picked up the
acoustic shortly after hitting the east coast as, once again the other guitar players played better electric then I did. Interestingly,
when I played my acoustic, I did so finger style and like Mississippi John Hurt (a major influence on my style) and Merle
Travis my thumb was my bass player. The fingers were used to play the chords (harmony) and melody, but the thumb kept the
beat. It just came naturally. My first song on the guitar a age eleven was I Walk the Line by Johnny Cash and the guitar line
of which was all in the bass register. Then I heard boogie woogie on piano and guitar and fell in love with the moving bass
lines rather than the higher registers, especially those favored by electric guitarists of the ‘60s rock revolution.
Friday, March 10, 2006
Be Happy, Stay Groovy
Way to go, Doug, for taking a stand! Life is too good to waste on long government hours when you don’t need to.
So, Be Happy, Stay Groovy and we’ll see you on the water.
-Your Highness Zen N ~ Mistress of Don Marco de Napa
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