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Natalie Stoogeling is one of the GREAT Fans Of Bands ever!! Funny, smart, creative and resourceful, Natalie invented the very first punk fan club, Stoogelings Courageous! Danny Fields has been Natalie’s#1 Fan since the Stooges got their first record deal. Now, Danny asks Natalie, “What the hell happened back then??” and more… Interviewers note: Natalie and I met when I was working at Elektra Records in the late 1960’s.

Paulo César Gadioli is an extremely modern young man, born in Sao Paulo, Brazil, of Italian and Portuguese ancestry. As a child, he and his family did a brief stint in Germany where Paulo, thrust in a linguistic sink-or-swim situation, learned to read, understand and speak German in a hurry. When his family returned to Brazil, Paulo continued his education, and taught himself English—utilizing video games and a dictionary as tools.

The Rolling Stones at a press conference in October of 69. Sam Cutler is second from right Sam Cutler, a young man from London, was the tour manager for the Rolling Stones on their infamous 1969 U.S. tour, which ended at Altamont, after which he remained in the U.S. for years, taking over the same role for the Grateful Dead.

POLY STYRENE: BREAKING DOWN THE BONDAGE A new documentary film, Poly Styrene: I Am a Cliché, clears up some of the mystery around the remarkable biracial woman born Marian Elliott. The film, directed by Paul Sng and Celeste Bell, Poly’s daughter, is also a welcome reminder... All Please Kill Me PostsCool PeopleGirl PowerMusiciansPunkRichie Unterberger WE NEVER LEARN: GUNK PUNK IN THE 1990S Eric Davidson, front man of the Ohio-based New Bomb Turks, is equally adept at rocking, rolling and writing.

Donovan. Once George Harrison picked up the sitar to add exotic sounds to John Lennon’s “Norwegian Wood”, the pop world turned toward the East, as did luminaries like John Coltrane and composer Philip Glass. Suddenly, the pop charts resonated with sitars and drones and tablas, in hits like “Heart Full of Soul,” “See My Friends” and “Paint It Black” as well as songs by Donovan, Traffic, Richie Havens, the Box Tops, Joe South and the Incredible String Band.

The Knack hit the ground running in 1979, with the megahit single “My Sharona” off their debut album Get The Knack. Partly because of their meteoric success and the resultant media hype (not the band’s fault), the actual music the band made, in its initial 3-album incarnation, is lost in a haze of sour grapes and rock-purist gripes. The truth, upon reexamination three decades later, is that The Knack was a talented pop band with a, yes, knack for MTV-ready hooks and melodies.

A new documentary film, Poly Styrene: I Am a Cliché, clears up some of the mystery around the remarkable biracial woman born Marian Elliott. The film, directed by Paul Sng and Celeste Bell, Poly’s daughter, is also a welcome reminder of the power of X Ray Spex and London punk scene to shape cultural conversations. It arrives soon after the appearance of Dayglo: The Poly Styrene Story, co-authored by Bell and Zoë Howe.

Eric Davidson, front man of the Ohio-based New Bomb Turks, is equally adept at rocking, rolling and writing. During the 1990s, the Turks were rolling, too, through the clubs of the Midwest, South, West, Northwest and even a few cities in Europe and Japan. They released more than 10 albums and EPs in the 1990s and early 2000s on numerous indie labels.

The enduring image of Walt Whitman is as a bearded old sage living out his years in his Camden home. And yet, he was still a relatively unknown writer into his 40s, living with his mother in Brooklyn and wandering Manhattan’s streets at night. During this time, he went underground (literally) to Pfaff’s, a below street-level saloon catering to artists and writers at Broadway and Bleecker.

Los Angeles may have found her Virgil in an Anglo-Irish-American detective novelist named Raymond Chandler (1888-1959). The character Chandler led through L.A.’s underworld in 7 now-classic novels was Philip Marlowe, a wise-cracking private eye whose clients dragged him through the heart of the city’s darkness but whose native wits saved him, more world weary but no worse for wear.