Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Graham booked the Jefferson Airplane, a band he knew mostly because they rehearsed in the troupe's own warehouse.

There were the Fuggs, the guitarist Sandy Bull, and two poets Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Allen Ginsberg.

the door charge ran on a sliding scale the very rich were asked for forty-eight dollars and several actually paid it the nearly broke came in free for most people it was a dollar graham laid on egg rolls and fried chicken for two hundred guests which was the crowd he expected he went out for dinner when he pulled back up there was a line around the block and he yelped that this was the business of the future at three in the morning he was still bringing people up in the elevator one report counted three thousand of them in a room meant for six hundred it ended at six with ginsburg leading the chance and it raised more than four thousand dollars but here's your tape oddity for tonight when the police came round to look at all those bodies in a loft that size graham told them that frank was flying in Frank Sinatra, flying in to a radical theater troupe's warehouse on Howard Street, and according to the band's biographer, the police left him alone.

A month later there was a second appeal, and this one needed a bigger room.

And the last match, last match we gave him was, uh, the Washington Football Team giving, or getting seven and a half on the road at San Francisco.

And again, he pulled out an old faded photograph, Reginald did, of him walking through the City Lights bookstore with Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Juan Marichal, and Jerry Garcia.

Tells me he's got ties to the San Francisco area.

Didn't Lawrence Ferlinghetti actually own that bookstore?

I believe he did.

Yeah, City Lights?

I use all the right punctuation, Gino.

And when I don't, it's on purpose, like Lawrence Ferlinghetti.

I'm introspective.

You think that fucking retard's introspective? Remember when JD from New York was working out and he would go to his black friend's apartment complex gym? And how does he look? Still wearing hoodies in the summer? You know, I wear cardigans in the summer, though, but I keep them open.

And she was doing ketamine and coke and God knows what else.

And then the guys do what stupid guys do, men who have no feelings, which are most men, 99%.

And they're lining up for her.

Now, suddenly, two years later, she wakes up and she realizes there's a payday for it.

You won't believe this.

I kinda remember it.

So my friend Daniel Horowitz, you know him, he's on my website, he's my friend, he's an attorney, and I hope his, uh, link to his site is still up on michaelsavage.com because I told the guys to leave it up forever.

Daniel's a very strong guy.

Apart from this movie, Big Trouble in Little China, The Last Emperor, The Golden Child, Tremors, and others, Wong was a comedian with the SCTV improv group in Chicago, a photojournalist with KQED's newsroom program, and not just that, he was also a student of Mark Rothko.

His associations with Rothko also introduced him to people like Jack Kerouac, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, and Dick McBride.

Kerouac even wrote about him in his book Big Sur.

So Victor Wong took a lot of photos of the white knight riots when Harvey Milk was killed.

Kepler's in Menlo Park, Book Passage in Cordia Madeira, Clean Well Lighted Place for Books.

And Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Ferlinghetti's place.

City Lights.

Thank you.

But, like, Allen Ginsberg wrote Howl and dedicated it to Carl Solomon, and it's like, you know, the, "I've seen the best minds of my generation lost to madness" or something, and that's about Carl Solomon.

So Carl was just, like, in the mental hospital, and, like, Ferlinghetti and, you know, um, Ginsberg and Kerouac, they were all, like, in...

They were...

He was, like, their muse.

If you studied, you know, Kerouac and Ginsberg and Gary Snyder.

Who else are there? Lawrence Ferlinghetti.

Do you know any of these names? There was a book by, oh, some, okay.

So it reminds me of a Zen story.