tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6910067.post3805973853688007263..comments2024-03-24T08:17:55.097-04:00Comments on BLOG TO COMM: Christopher Stiglianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107248034597839482noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6910067.post-12284951484395832922022-09-10T16:05:53.100-04:002022-09-10T16:05:53.100-04:00Well, right and wrong. Kronos was in fact Douglas ...Well, right and wrong. Kronos was in fact Douglas Wood (aka, Kronos, RIP) who was Dave (Moxie Records Company - Dave also RIP) Gibson's friend, lived in a shack behind Dave's house in Los Angeles, and "produced" a number of Moxie releases with Dave. He was an expert picture framer, specializing in gold gilt, who work a day job for Dave's dad (who opened one of the first frame shops in LA back in the 30s - many of his customers were movie industry folk and I once net the costume designer for the Kubrick movie Spartacus there, getting frames for his designs.) 9 Punk Poems was a single-sided release of Doug's poems that Dave talked him into recording. It is a very funny record because Doug was actually a kind soul who liked to get stoned but was also into punk music in the 1977 era and liked to dress the part. As his persona, the record was 90% satirical. I met them both in line for a "Punk Fashion Show" held at the Hollywood Palladium in '77 (the show featured Devo and Blondie) and we all became pretty good friends. Doug was basically a good guy who loved nature and spent a lot of his weekends camping in the Los Angeles Mountains. Eventually Dave and Doug moved to Springfield, Oregon, where Doug met his girlfriend/wife Marina (also now RIP) and they lived together with her kids until his death.FLAtRichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15306982823575320587noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6910067.post-5549005645027969942017-09-09T12:45:12.771-04:002017-09-09T12:45:12.771-04:00David-Thanks for the correction, and additional in...David-Thanks for the correction, and additional information.Christopher Stiglianohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17107248034597839482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6910067.post-90690485133655520592017-09-09T12:19:37.350-04:002017-09-09T12:19:37.350-04:00Also Richard Meltzer is a self-aggrandizing piece ...Also Richard Meltzer is a self-aggrandizing piece of shit who couldn't box his way out of a paper towel. I wish he was in that same ditch with Kronos, and being thrown off his crappy radio show was one of the high points of my life.Frank Discussionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18166948450254623306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6910067.post-18641366626056170182017-09-09T12:17:31.319-04:002017-09-09T12:17:31.319-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Frank Discussionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18166948450254623306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6910067.post-3345902202889448722017-09-09T12:14:41.681-04:002017-09-09T12:14:41.681-04:00Addendum, I should point out that the Moxie 45 by ...Addendum, I should point out that the Moxie 45 by Jay Condom (another DH denizen) is far more interesting, as he was a much more creative person. At the time they made this vinyl sticky paper (like you'd use on your kitchen cabinets) with the image of a brick wall; I first noticed Jay (forget his real name) when at a stoplight I noticed he had covered his 60s compact car with it. This was fairly jarring, the visage of a brick wall driving down Beverly Blvd.<br /><br />A true L.A. weirdo of the soap plant era, I will leave it to anyone reading this to look at imdb and other sources to check him out. One of the funniest people I ever met in my life.<br /><br />Yours with nothing better to do in Renfrew, PA,Frank Discussionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18166948450254623306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6910067.post-83996215446390372952017-09-09T12:09:39.947-04:002017-09-09T12:09:39.947-04:00Regarding Kronos, I must protest that the human wa...Regarding Kronos, I must protest that the human walrus David Gibson was *not* Kronos; he was in fact a semi-douchy guy named 'Doug' who lived in Sonoma County for awhile and did nothing but yak yak yak about how fabulous it was and how hot the chicks there were maan and what shit L.A. was maan (despite living there at the DH rent free). Typical Cali blond with a 70s mustache, kinda looked like a gay clone but within 30 seconds of meeting you he would assure you he was not :) the embodiment of Lou Reed's <i>'California Fool'</i><br /><br />How do I know this... I lived upstairs with Richard Gibson, or Mr. Rich, who was the greatest collector of 50s 45s ever... his porcine brother lived below with his 60s discs (and a disc mastering machine which created all the um, weird sounding Moxie library. The machine didn't do variable groove mastering, why is why they sound that way).<br /><br />One midsummer morning in 1977 while I was slumbering on my air mattress there on Carondelet St. I awoke to what sound like loud pounding on a pipe. I looked outside the window and there was David, pounding a series of dents all around his brother's 1963 Dodge Dart with a ball peen hammer. This was because Mr. Rich had found a particularly interesting 60s record the day before; they had a deal where Rich would turn over any 60s stuff and David would turn over any 50s stuff which seemed reasonable.<br /><br />This particular time, however, Rich had said, I'll be <b>happy</b> to give it to you, I just want to listen to it over the weekend first. This enraged Bob Hite-body double David to past simmering and into full boil. Later on, I went out myself to fetch a burrito as David glowered at me from the window. Small Mexican-American children who lived next door were playing and pointing at him, cackling 'STAY AWARE FROM THE DANGER HOUSE.' When David came out to rebuke me futher (I had nothing to do with this whole fiasco), they whooped with fear/frivolity and dived into the bushes.<br /><br />This is where I came up with the name for my record label. All good ideas come from children, I think sometimes. In any case, even though I'd bribed David with a very large stash of like-new Marvel comics that would buy a condo on the Riviera these days, his sour attitude and Doug's malicious behavior drove me out not long later to move into a slum apartment with Black Randy (for more info on that, check the 2nd verse of X's 'We're Desperate' on my label).<br /><br />Good times, but Kronos was a sociopathic, talentless putz who is hopefully buried in a ditch somewhere along with his 'punk poetry.' I would be willing to put money (if we could prove it) that 150 copies sounds about right. I sold my copy to Ryan Richardson who is a Moxie fanatic some years ago, and miss it less than I ever thought I would.<br /><br />Yours from mighty Renfrew PA, Dave BrownFrank Discussionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18166948450254623306noreply@blogger.com