The New British Invasion


You have to wonder why a British/Dutch bank with little presence in New York City would pay $400 million to put it’s name on the new Nets arena in Brooklyn, when they passed up on owning Lehman Brothers. It’s hard to fathom what benefit Barclays envisions in such an immense expense over the next twenty years.

When I opened my mail today, I think I found the answer.

It’s a new concept in credit cards called the barclaycard, which formerly used to have the most vicious interest rate in the world, but now is currently redefining and re-branding with a permanent 8% rate, no balance transfer fees and no annual fee. This is better than twice as good a deal as being offered by many other credit cards today. But during the pandemic that deal evaporated and the rate now is 25.9 APR.

In 1966, when the modern credit card was born, Americans quickly ran up a billion and a half dollars in debt. Today that figure is close to $1 trillion and expected to keep growing. In fact, by the time most people graduate from college these days, they’re already saddled with such a massive debt load it’s nearly impossible to save money for decades. Many will quickly fall deeply into credit card debt and spend years paying minimum payments on a constantly growing principle until they can no longer meet that minimum and go broke. It’s the closest thing to legal slavery since the Civil War.

You have to wonder how much of the trillion dollars is going to slide into the coffers of Barclays. I got heavily into credit card debt seven years ago when I had to put a new roof on my house, and it took me five years to climb out of it, and by that time I’d already been forced to pay thousands in interest, even though I was constantly trying to shuffle the debt into temporarily interest-free accounts.

In a few years some of us may be wondering who really won the Revolutionary War.

Fun Gallery…the true story by Patti Astor

I was hoping to run into some old friends I haven’t seen in a while, like Fred, Futura and Zephyr, but none of them made it to Patti Astor’s book signing. The four of us belong to a very special group, you see, one that also includes Keith Haring, Kenny Scharf, and Jean-Michel Basquiat. We all had shows at the Fun Gallery, although mine was the only photographic exhibit ever held at that gallery. (Only one photograph sold, btw, an Andre Grossmann blow-up of an early breakdance competition, which was purchased by Gary Pini for around $150. Last time I saw it, it was hanging over a fireplace in his townhouse in Brooklyn, although I haven’t been there in over a decade.)

Patti was a true Queen of the East Village during its glory days. The scene back then was divided between the older, more sophisticated Mudd Club crowd and the retro Club 57 crew, both of which were pursuing much different esthetics, although both worlds got suddenly pulled together when hip hop arrived. Patti and Jean-Michel were part of the core of Mudd Club, while Keith, Kenny, John Sex and Ann Magnuson were the emerging Club 57 stars. The Mudd Club was mostly on heroin at the time, while Club 57 much preferred mushrooms. Later cocaine took over everywhere.

Patti’s drug of preference, however, was probably Veuve Clicqout. At least that’s what usually emerged when a major ceremony of her’s was about to go down. Patti was the greatest master of ceremonies in New York at the time, which is why all these artists wanted desperately to show in her gallery.

Her book is a masterpiece of counterculture literature, and a way better guide to the era than what has been published so far (with the possible exception of my book Art After Midnight). I read it in one sitting and it really took me back to the period. Despite the emergence of AIDS right in our midst, the infusion of hip hop into the downtown scene was monumental. Fred Brathwaite was really the first person to catch onto the potentials of merging downtown with the South Bronx. He met Patti at a cocktail party and the rest is history. In the book, she refers to him as the “chairman of the board.” I had to read the book to discover they were also lovers for a brief time. One of my favorite scenes in the book happens after Patti breaks up with her husband Steven Kramer and moves quickly from Fred to Futura to Jean-Michel. Walking home late at night, Fred looks over at Keily Jenkins and snarls “You’ll probably be next.” “Really?!” says Keily. Not only was Keily next, but he was the one who actually stuck. Of course, Patti wasn’t there to see that conversation. She heard about it later from Keily, one of the many luminaries from that time period who died too young to comb his grey hair.

The Manchurian Candidate

Richard Condon was a publicist for Walt Disney, who was a paid informant and eventually special secret agent for the FBI for 26 years. Walt was a close associate of J. Edgar Hoover. They were both 33rd degree Freemasons. I don’t know if Condon was a Freemason, but he obviously garnered a glimpse into the secret society networks of the oligarchy, as evidenced in his greatest work.

We know Disney submitted scripts to Hoover, who was a master of propaganda. Hoover carefully created his own myth as the greatest law enforcement fighter in America, even to the point of destroying careers that threatened to eclipse him (just ask Melvin Purvis). Disney allowed Hoover to make any changes necessary to keep a pro-capitalism subtext on point.

Condon must have found out about MK/Ultra, because he wrote a shattering novel on mind control long before most Americans had even heard about the effects of drugs on hypnosis. It started with the alleged brainwashing of American prisoners of war in Korea, many of whom were filmed making anti-US statements while in captivity.

The actual technologies shown in Condon’s book and movie were first pioneered in Nazi Germany, not Korea or China. That research was imported into the USA at Fort Detrick by Sidney Gottlieb, who subsidized the research of Dr. Jolly West, a professor at Cornell using a CIA cutout company called the Human Ecology Fund.

One wonders if West knew the reason many pilots confessed to being war criminals is because some were involved in secretly spraying chemical agents on North Koreans. West did a massive study on the subject for the Pentagon that failed to mention this element of the story, while attempting to get the men off the hook by claiming their confessions were a result of what became known later as “Stockholm syndrome.”

West worked extensively with drugs and hypnosis and most of his subjects had no idea they were actually mind control guinea pigs. He implanted fake memories and erased real memories, and the creation and management of cults became his specialty. West became linked with Jack Ruby, Sirhan Sirhan, Patti Hearst, Timothy McVeigh and many others.

Jolly became an expert in the creation of cults, and set up a hippie crash pad in the Haight for his secret mind control experiments. Since he predicted the rise of violent cults out of the hippie scene, it was likely his own program is what he was talking about. Manson was moved into the Haight at the same time, and my guess is he became Jolly’s masterpiece, although Dr. Frankenstein never took credit for the monster, for obvious reasons. But we do know Jolly had mastered the art of creating robot slaves who could foment immense violence while programmed not to feel a thing.

My guess is Jolly set up a trolling operation for easily hypnotized teenage girls, runaways escaping abuse looking for a new father. A collection of these would quickly gather around Manson and do anything he asked. Manson, meanwhile, had become an overnight master of cultic programming, and much of his paradigm was lifted straight from the Process Church. The Process wrote the script, but were harmless monks searching for enlightenment while being led off a cliff into the dark abyss. But their philosophies were extremely effective in building Manson’s cult, and I have to think this is not an accident, but result of MI6 and CIA working hand in glove.

In all likelihood, Lee Harvey Oswald was an early MK/Ultra subject. His hypnosis obviously wasn’t strong enough to get him to kill a man he respected, which may be why Oswald wasn’t a shooter, but if you look close into Oswald’s history, you’ll find mind control doctors likely got a hold of him in New York City before he was a teenager, and later, when he moved back to New Orleans he was probably re-hypnotized by David Ferrie while serving as a cadet in the Civil Air Patrol. There’s an important element in Condon’s book: the title character has no father, just like Oswald. The father is the most important element in a young man’s psyche, and if you capture that archetype, you can construct a zombie robot.

The book was a sensation in Washington DC, but no one expected anyone to make it into a film. It only happened because Sinatra loved the book, and may have even been introduced to it by JFK while they were still buddies, before the President broke off contact. The first thing Sinatra did when the film deal fell into place was call JFK, and the first thing JFK wanted to know was: “Who’s going to play the mother?” In the book, the mother mainlines heroin in between meetings with the Pope and sexual encounters with her robot son. The mother is also a prominent member of the Order of the Eastern Star, a secret society created for the wives and daughters of high ranking Freemasons, although that detail was left out of the film. The headquarters of that order, by the way, is a temple located on DuPont Circle in Washington, which leads me to suspect the DuPont family may have an interest in Freemasonry.

After too many people got wind of MK/Ultra, an investigation followed in Congress, one carefully controlled by Rockefeller, whose family may have had the most to lose if the shit ever hit the fan. Richard Helms burned the files in his fireplace and never paid any price for committing that crime. What little we know comes mostly from financial records Helms missed.

One thing you can be sure of: these technologies have been off-loaded to private corporations and taken out of the country. I would surmise many notorious terror cells operating today are under some form of intel brainwashing.

The film was made in 1962, but was pulled almost immediately as it carried too many connections to the JFK assassination. In the book, the assassin is supposed to kill the president so the vice president can assume power.

The book may more complicated than most believe. Although it paints Marco as the hero, in fact, you can also read Marco as another Manchurian Candidate whose real mission is baby-sitting the assassin and making sure the job takes place, which involves changing the target to kill the mother, as she had slipped off her Communist leash.

Early on, Marco happens to run into a beautiful woman on a train, who speaks in code, forms a sudden attraction to him, and has a close friend in military intelligence, who sets up a huge operation to assist Marco overnight. This women may be Marco’s CIA handler and not some accidental acquaintance. Maybe Condon knew Communism was a scam from day one and the Cold War a psyop. He certainly left a few clues.

The Restless Conscience

I spent the third grade in Bavaria because my dad was on a sabbatical from Harvard University (where he’d been squeezed out of a job due to politics and wanted to take advantage of every perk before moving on).

Many Americans are embedded with a deep hatred of everything German, especially ones that are part Jewish like me, but I proudly drove a Volkswagen and have an entirely different take on the German people as victims of bankers who put Hitler into power. Hitler came in as a “National Socialist,” a wolf in sheep’s clothing if ever there was one. Many of the leading industrialists and royal families around the globe welcomed and assisted Hitler to power, people like Henry Ford, Joseph Kennedy and the King of England, who was forced to abdicate after he was discovered secretly plotting with the Nazis. Standard Oil sold fuel to Germany throughout the war, using cut-outs in neutral countries.

After the Reichstag fire, Hitler set aside all law, and went straight to the Vatican to sign a mutual admiration agreement that guaranteed the Vatican would silence Catholic critics of Hitler in exchange for Nazi protection of all German Catholics. Bavaria is Germany’s largest state and deeply Catholic, home to both Sophie Scholl and Count von Stauffenberg. The rest of Germany is mostly Lutheran, and it was easy for Hitler to install a Nazi bishop in charge of that religion.

We lived in Munich, which is pronounced “Myuun-chin” and sounds more like the little people from the Wizard of Oz than the harsh Mun-ick, which is how outsiders say it. I had a wonderful Bavarian accent and was fully fluent before I left, but lost almost all of it quickly after returning home.

I was too young to get into Auschwitz, but remember my mom throwing up as she stepped out the gate. Once she entered a gas chamber, the vibe was too heavy and she had to leave immediately. She was half-Jewish but deeply non-religious, although she pretended to be Lutheran while raising us, an agreement made with my  German grandparents.

On the week-ends, we climbed the alps and visited the incredible castles that abound throughout Bavaria, certainly one of the most beautiful spots on earth.

Hitler’s second major move after his treaty with the Vatican, by the way, was to set up a rich Polish Jew named Sam Cohen with an agreement to move Jews to Palestine, leaving behind most of their wealth, of course. Sam was also profiteering no doubt. The Nazi war machine was largely constructed inside I.G. Farben, known around Europe as “the cartel.” Farben and Standard Oil owned a lot of stock in each other and were mirror images only on different sides of the globe. The Warburg family was one of the biggest stockholders, and James Warburg was put in charge of Farben operations in the New World. He had offices in New York City and Washington, and was the principle financial advisor to President Franklin Roosevelt prior to the war.

The Nazi velvet glove slipped off during Krystalnacht when the wolf lost his sheep’s clothing. To give an idea of the mindset at the time, the general in charge of the 9th Infantry Division put his troops on alert, as he expected to be called into Berlin to stop the destruction of Jewish property. The 9th would remain a hotbed of Nazi resistance throughout the war. Over twenty assassinations on Hitler were attempted.

The sad reality is that numerous attempts were made to get British assistance to arrest or assassinate Hitler, but England refused all help and maintained the fiction throughout the war that there was no internal resistance to Hitler, when thousands, many high up in the military and oligarchy and even the royal houses of Bavaria (although all royal privileges had been set aside by the Weimar Republic) were all praying for an end to the Nazi regime.

Even more astonishing, the Nazi resistance provided detailed war plans to the British throughout the war, even warning them of the invasions of Poland, France and the Netherlands, but the British told no one and did nothing to mobilize opposition. This information certainly puts a new face on the Blitzkrieg that cemented Hitler into a manufactured consensus. After those nearly bloodless yet successful invasions, all opposition was driven deep underground.

There’s an amazing documentary that you can watch on Amazon Prime or Netflix, titled, The Restless Conscience. I highly recommend it, as well as the German films on Sophie Scholl and Count Stauffenberg, one titled The White Rose, and the other, Stauffenberg. The heroic effort of the anti-Nazi resistance and its martyrs need to be more celebrated.

Surfing the Mind Control Matrix

Ever wonder why the media has fallen into the ownership of only a handful of corporations? That’s because the media is the key programming tool used to manage our collective archetypes, having replaced religion in that role since the arrival of television.

There’s a good reason why most Americans distrust hippies, and that’s because the archetype created in the media was intentionally negative. This campaign started even before the hippies arrived, when their immediate predecessors, beatniks, came into public consciousness. The entire beatnik phenomenon was orchestrated in large part by Allen Ginsberg and the Village Voice, in response to the Jack Kerouac/Neal Cassady adoration societies that emerged after the publication of On the Road. That book introduced concepts of Eastern religion while encouraging the ritual use of cannabis and alcohol to achieve enlightenment.

Because of its revolutionary message and popularity, On the Road needed to be co-opted but quick. In television, the beatnik archetype first appeared as the bumbling Maynard G. Krebs, but eventually, Kerouac’s buddy bromace morphed into the politically and spiritually empty Route 66, a show more designed around selling Corvettes than preaching enlightenment.

In analyzing the real seats of international power, one cannot overestimate the role of secret societies to create and forge new archetypes, as well as manage their depictions in the media.

In this regard, J. Edgar Hoover certainly played a key gatekeeper role throughout most of his professional career. When he was 26 years old, Hoover joined the Washington Lodge of the Scottish-Rite Freemasons and his early career was marked by his clever exploitation of a string of terrorist attacks. Without those terror attacks, Hoover would not have been able to armchair himself into control of that American gestapo known as the FBI.

Clint Eastwood’s film on Hoover has just appeared on HBO and I watched the film with great interest. Unfortunately, it is based mostly on Hoover’s own self-serving accounts of his rise to power and fame, and only hints at the deeper corruption.

Although it may seem strange, aside from Freemasonry, Hoover’s other network of influence appeared to be the Catholic Church, which rewarded Hoover for a lifetime of devoted service, even though he was a German protestant by birth. Freemasons were supposed to be opposed to the Catholic Church, but over history some lodges actually wondered if they’d fallen prey to secret Jesuit control. (In today’s world, that role is played by Opus Dei, currently the most powerful secret society inside the Vatican.) And Hoover was not the only key person inside the national security apparatus who enjoyed a close relationship with the Vatican. James Jesus Angleton, head of CIA’s counter-intelligence operations certainly comes to mind in this regard.

Archetypes are often employed to help move populations toward war, which is the primary means of achieving quick profits as well as keeping people following orders. The traumas inflicted by war and terror are key to advancing the mind control matrix, which runs mostly on shock and awe.

Our current war is obviously constructed around a Christian/Jewish versus Muslim confrontation. However, since the Muslim resources are so small in comparison to the Christian/Jewish empires, this necessitates a new form of war based around terror instead of standing armies. It’s all very similar, in fact, to the sort of terror that cleared Hoover’s path to power. At some point in time, people are going to have to consider the possibility that much of the so-called “left-wing” terror that has been perpetrated over the years has actually been false-flag attacks designed to advance right-wing agendas.

Aaron Burr and the Twin Towers

The passing of liberal icon Gore Vidal in 2012 happened when I was investigating Vidal’s legendary ancestor, Aaron Burr, a man memorialized in Vidal’s glowing biography. Born to an elite family, Vidal became famous as one of the earliest homosexuals to step out of the closet. Although an ancestral insider to our Eastern Establishment, Vidal became, courageously, the only one of his breed (other than Dr. Hunter S. Thompson) to publicly acknowledge the official narrative presented by the 9/11 Commission didn’t hold water any more than the Warren Commission’s.

Aaron Burr was quite a character, originally posted as second-in-command to Benedict Arnold, who became the burn layer creating enough smoke to hide Burr’s own treachery against America. You won’t find any of this on wikipedia, although the site does quote General George Washington’s reason for not renewing Burr’s commission as a propensity for “intrigue,” a not-to-subtle allusion to his spying.

Just as some Tory Brahmins were likely installed as dominant players in early Boston as agents of the East India Company, so to was Aaron Burr installed as the “boss” of New York, a feat accomplished by rallying the incoming immigrants into his tenements on the Lower East Side and capturing their political support. Much of Manhattan is owned by Trinity Church, which, apparently, was just an arm of British royalty, as well as haven and source of funding for the English spooks operating during the Revolutionary War. A lot of money laundering was accomplished through complex land deals involving the Church. If you want the ultimate tax shelter, just start your own church, and if you don’t believe me, ask the Queen of England.

Burr’s adventures in New York were all tied up with Trinity Church, although little was known of these activities until recently because Burr created some of the most complex cipher codes of his time and none of his correspondence could be understood. At least, that’s what Dr. Alan J. Clark says. He wrote a fascinating book after cracking the codes. Clark is a Yale graduate and has all the markings of an Eastern Establishment insider. His book, however, didn’t make much of a splash and no film deal emerged. Although many writers have suspected Burr’s British connection, Clark was the first to assemble the forensic evidence. Burr was eventually put on trial for treason, but got acquitted. Had the prosecutors been able to decipher his correspondence, however, Burr likely would have been hanged.

There are many stories about the famous duel. While Burr represented the British concerns in North America, Hamilton seemed aligned with the Dutch side of Manhattan. Hamilton made comments at a dinner party that deeply offended Burr. Most of the witnesses refused to speak of this in any detail, likely because it involved an accusation of incest between Burr and his daughter, who’d become his co-conspirator and equal in cipher technologies. When Burr requested through channels that Hamilton needed to withdraw this slander, Hamilton reportedly replied he’d heard worse things about Burr, likely a reference to the widespread suspicion Burr was a British agent.

Even stranger, there’s a 9/11 facet to Clark’s book on Burr, Cipher Code of Dishonor. Clark discovered a $3.2 billion real estate contract involving Trinity Church that included a 99-year lease on the Trade Towers signed just months before the attack. You hear a lot about Mossad connections, Saudi connections, ISI connections, even some CIA connections, but where have you ever heard about a British connection to 9/11?

Despite the time that’s passed, there still isn’t much public recognition of Burr’s true occupation, so imagine how long it will take for 9/11 secrets to emerge. Are the real grandmasters of spy-craft and black magic still residing in London?

Black Money and the New World Order

Someday history may show a new global empire was forged on 9/11 2001. Evidence has emerged that massive amounts of financial fraud occurred just prior to and during the attacks. Mark H. Gaffney has released an entertaining book Black 9/11: Money, Motive and Technology (Trine Day), that charts some of the more interesting developments over the last decade of citizen research.

I especially enjoyed his retelling of the Pentagon plane strike, which managed to kill an entire budget staff in charge of investigating the $1.3 trillion that had just been announced missing the day before. This office was located near the ground in a difficult location to hit by a plane. Yet the well-known location of the HQ of the Joints Chiefs was a direct line up the Potomac and a much easier target? The pilot decided to avoid the easy shot on the chiefs in order to execute a swerving turn at low altitude and high speed right into the accounting office where all the evidence was being stored of the Chief’s possible criminality in the missing trillions? Who can be expected to swallow a coincidence like that?

In fact, 9/11 was planned for years and maximized in multiple directions. Gaffney illuminates some of the history behind Marsh & McLennan and AIG, the two major players in suspicious trades, as well as Alvin “Buzzy” Krongard of the CIA, and Kroll Associates, a Wall Street spy firm owned by AIG. Richard A. Grove has testified that a new internet mainframe for moving electronic money was installed on the floors of Marsh & McLennan just weeks before the attacks, and at the time, Grove and a group of insiders concerned about money laundering had been invited to a meeting scheduled for 9/11. Grove was late, or he would had perished just like all the others who showed up on time. It’s going to take decades to sort out all the possible patsies that could have been lured to a death trap that day, a list that certainly includes the Pentagon accountants and some potential whistleblowers seeking redress from inside their corrupt corporations.

All did not go according to plan that day. Obviously, Flight 93 didn’t complete its mission. One wonders whether that plane was designed to hit Building 7, and, long after it missed it’s target window (and the British media had already declared Building 7 “down”), they reluctantly brought down the building without the jet cover story, which likely would have been designed to strike Guiliani’s command post near the top floors to wipe out the crime scene and anoint Guiliani a folk hero, as he was moved out of the building only minutes before the plane may have been scheduled to hit.

Gaffney’s book avoids a lot of the really obvious crackpot junk that has bogged down this investigation with so much muddy water so no one can see to the bottom of anything.  Conspiracy research is dominated by disinfo artists, and almost everything you read about this event has passed through their pipelines. Most “insider” information is cleverly built to eventually implode from disinfo buried inside a kernel of truth.  Gaffney’s biggest source throughout the book is Michael Ruppert, a former LAPD officer who became famous by attaching himself to the CIA/Contra/Cocaine controversy as an insider whisteblower.

After Gary Webb published Dark Alliance and was savaged in the media for being the messenger of bad news, I called Gary and offered him a column on CIA drug dealing in High Times. Gary demanded about five times more money than I was prepared to pay him. This was before Gary fell on hard times financially. Anyway, right afterwards, I offered the column to Mike Ruppert.

On 9/11, Ruppert was a well-known and frequent poster on a CIA-Drugs discussion group at, a group that included many reputable citizen researchers, including Daniel Hopsicker, the first person to discover Mohammed Atta’s links to sex clubs and cocaine parties (hardly the activities of a devoted jihadist). Right after the first building went down there was a lot of discussion on how the event looked like demolition and not a fire collapse. Ruppert immediately blasted all thoughts of explosives, using exclamation marks and all caps and calling people idiots for even suggesting anyone should go near that building and start collecting evidence of controlled demolition, which would have proved a much wider, deeper conspiracy. These bizarre posts by Ruppert were seconded by a virtual Ruppert sock puppet on the site, who died shortly thereafter. Soon Ruppert led us all off on a wild goose chase in Canada, promising a two-bit con artist named Vreeland had the evidence needed to bring down the government! Then he led everyone in a ever wilder goose chase called “Peak Oil,” which was actually just a scam to double oil prices in a time of actual glut. Eventually, I had to fire Ruppert as I had long ago lost confidence in the reliability of his information, and he seemed to be evolving into just another fear-based demagogue like Alex Jones and David Icke.

So while I enjoyed reading Gaffney’s book, there are parts where speculation gets in the way of solid research, and Ruppert is treated like a honorable source of info and not the disinfo artist he’s proved himself to be. But don’t let those reservations deter you from an entertaining afternoon of dot connecting. Just try to avoid the rabbit holes that abound through-out.

Religion is just magic with a different name

The fantasy world created in Game of Thrones cannot compare with the real-world intrigue of the early days of the Catholic Church, the oldest reigning power structure on the planet as revealed in the Netflix series.

Does anyone else notice the theme that binds these two shows is opium? Opium became the world’s biggest profit center at one point in history (replacing sugar).  Now petroleum holds that position, I guess, but probably not for much longer.

Religion is just magic with a different name, and nothing makes this more clear than The Borgias, who engage in magic ceremonies against their adversaries at every opportunity. Notice these ceremonies often involve 12 Cardinals standing in a circle holding lit candles? Almost looks like something Aleister Crowley cooked up, doesn’t it?

Speaking of which, Crowley was a great mountain climber but his attempt to prove the science behind magic fell short and he lapsed into hoodwinks after his drug addictions made him vulnerable. Crowley surfed the dark side and paid the price. Those who live by the dark, die in the dark. Crowley was actually a faithful servant to the British crown, and frequently offered his services to MI6, but this partnership became somewhat comical at the end.

Many people vied for Crowley’s crown, none harder than Michael Aquino, but all have fallen short. The closest thing to Crowley today is David Icke, who holds his own ceremony to cast an evil magic spell during the Queen’s Jubilee. Only problem is Icke, like Crowley before him, is undoubtedly a tool of SIS.

But don’t get the impression I have a problem with the British. Hell no! They are certainly some of the brightest, most talented people in the world and they own the arts of secret societies and dark magic and easily conquered over a quarter of the world. And also produced some of the best music of the 1960s.

And speaking of spirituality, one of my biggest regrets in life is that around 1989, I was walking down Columbus Avenue around the Museum of Natural History when I passed within two feet of George Harrison, who was all alone and who had stared at me from a long way off as I approached him. I was wearing Beatle boots at the time, and faded jeans with psychedelic patches. Both Ken Kesey and Patti Astor had commented on how cool these customized jeans were and I could tell George was checking them out with a sense of appreciation. And even though George was the most spiritual of all the Beatles, and even though I felt a deep connection with his work, I respected his privacy and just walked on by instead of inviting him over to my nearby pad to check out the latest Cannabis Cup winner.

I’ll likely never forgive myself for this lapse in judgment and it’s just another instance of how my shyness worked against my better instincts.

My Favorite All-Time Garage Rock Songs

The Soul Assassins first rehearsal in a rented studio.

Garage rock is a uniquely American form of music largely inspired by the British Invasion, although the genre was well established prior to the Beatles with roots in Rockabilly, Surf Rock and Buddy Holly.

The Beatles, Rolling Stones, Grateful Dead and Velvet Underground all essentially began by playing garage rock, known for its three-chord simplicity and raw emotion devoid of influence from the corporate music industry.

Pigpen was the only garage rocker in the Dead, and “Sweet Jane” is garage rock.

The genre kicked off with “Louie, Louie,” soon followed by “Hey, Joe,” and “Gloria.”

Spanning fifty years of garage rock history, my list of favorites includes songs from Europe as well as South America. Even though I wrote the first book on hip hop, garage rock has always remained my true love, musically-speaking.

The first band I joined was The Knight Riders, formed in Urbana, Illinois, in 1966, while we were all in junior high. My next band, The Soul Assassins, formed in New York City twenty years later. Two compatriots from Urbana were founding members along with me, although we lost one early on. The drummer, of course. If you like r-r-r-real rock and roll, here is my cream of the crop.

Psycho by The Sonics

Help You Ann by The Lyres

I’m Cracking Up by The Maharajas

You’re Gonna Miss Me by 13th Floor Elevators

El Humo Tace Mal by Los Peyotes

Open Up Your Door by Richard and the Young Lions

Shadow Line by The Fleshtones

I’ll Come Again by The Ugly Beats

Are You Gonna Be There (At the Love-In?) by The Chocolate Watchband

Out of Our Tree by The Wailers

Sweet Jane by The Velvet Underground

Rock ‘n’ Roll Ain’t Evil by The Flairz

Rari by The Standells

96 Tears by ? and the Mysterians

Cheated and Lied by The Vipers

Piangi Con Me by The Rokes

Keep On Dancing by The Gentrys

It’s Love Come What May by Bobby Fuller

The Musical Foundation of Hip Hop

Apache by The Incredible Bongo Band

The uncontested b-boy anthem of first generation hip hop, this theatrical Spaghetti Western soundtrack proves how vital conga drums can be in powering a funky beat. They say Kool Herc was the first to play it; he certainly popularized the song. If it’s a breakdance battle you’re looking for, this is the essential song to play.

It’s Just Begun by The Jimmy Castor Bunch

This masterpiece seamlessly blends a potent stew of classical music and psychedelic funk. And when Castor’s band gets funky, few can touch them.

Give it Up or Turnit a Loose by James Brown

Of course there’s an almost endless list of classic break beat classics created by the Godfather and his spin-offs, but this live track is the one original b-boys would always wait and save their best moves for. Another Kool Herc mainstay.

Let a Woman Be a Woman (And a Man Be a Man) by Dyke and the Blazers

One of the James Brown Band spin-off players, Dyke got stranded out West, and eventually cut his own monster records.

Listen To Me by Baby Huey

Unfortunately, this Chicago funk icon died early in life. Grandmaster Flash and his crew called it “The Trouble Record” because it drove sitck-up crews crazy. Another Kool Herc classic.

Special Mention: Melting Pot by Booker T & The MGs, Compared To What by Les McCann, Get Into Something by The Isley Brothers, Get Ready by Rare Earth, Soul Power ’74 by Maceao & The Macks, I Know You Got Soul by Bobby Byrd, The Mexican by Babe Ruth

If you like this list, why not check out my book Hip Hop?