The Queen of Green

The Queen of Green

A new store caters to the green lifestyle.

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Owner Nancy Tran inside her new store that stocks environmentally friendly products. Photo by Brian Francis. (click for larger version)

 

May 14, 2009

Nancy Tran recently opened Green Central Station in Birmingham’s Lakeview district because she had grown weary of searching local shelves for certain hard-to-find environmentally friendly products. “My store is here for my convenience, and I thought I’d share it with the community,” says Tran, laughing. “Plus, it’s a great way to meet chicks.” Billed as a neighborhood general store, its stock consists of environmentally friendly products such as soaps, non-toxic natural cleaning supplies, dog and cat toys, rain barrels, biodegradable bamboo planters, and recycled toothbrushes made by Preserve. “When your toothbrush wears out, you mail it back to the company and they crush it up and make new ones out of the old ones,” she explains.

Also featured are refurbished vintage bicycles and various thrift store-type treasures such as a pink acoustic guitar and assorted lamps and desks. All-natural snacks, locally produced honey, and Blue Sky natural sodas are available. For outdoor types, water bottles equipped with a built-in filter allow safe drinking from streams or lakes. There are even soy candles (“guaranteed to burn longer and cleaner, with a lead-free wick”) and certified organic cotton candy.

But the picnic accoutrements really stamp the store as original. “I’m a closet romantic,” Tran admits. “I want to reintroduce the art of picnics.” Displayed on a patch of green Astroturf are picnic supplies for sale or rent: pop-up wooden picnic tables, picnic baskets, and picnic trunks complete with wine glasses, plates, and dining utensils. Croquet and badminton sets, the ideal complement to any weekend outing, are also available for rent or purchase. Tran is so smitten with the notion of “picnicking” that she even offers her companionship. “If you want to rent some picnic supplies but have no one to go with, I’ll go along for free.” &

Green Central Station (202-4056) is located at 2717 7th Avenue South. The store is open from 10 a.m. to 6 p.m., Wednesday through Friday, and from 9 a.m. to 1 p.m. on Saturday. The store offers delivery within a four-mile radius of the shop.

Animal Refuge

Animal Refuge

There’s room in the Humane Society’s rescue barn for creatures great and small.

 

April 30, 2009

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For the past year, the Greater Birmingham Humane Society (GBHS) and the Jefferson County Sheriff’s Office have jointly operated the Equine and Large Animal Rescue Barn, a facility near Mount Olive that provides a safe haven for agricultural animals confiscated in cruelty and neglect cases. Farm animals needing shelter in the event of disasters, catastrophes, and emergencies—as determined by the sheriff’s office—can also be sheltered there. An eight-stall, $185,000 barn is currently under construction as the GBHS continues to raise the $25,000 needed to finish the project’s final phase.

The nine-acre property was donated by Deputy Dwight Sloan, animal cruelty officer for the Jefferson County Sheriff’s Office. Sloan was named the National Humane Officer of the Year for 2008 by the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (ASPCA) for his relentless efforts in finding and arresting the person who shot to death a horse named Champ in a local family’s pasture a couple of years ago.

Joe Murphy, cruelty investigator for GBHS, said that some 20 horses have been placed since the project began. The animals at the shelter have varied histories. “Two groups [of horses] actually came from U.S. Steel property. One group included a [horse owner] who did not have a lease with U.S. Steel, and had set up shop there and was boarding horses for other people,” he explains. He believes the trespasser was probably offering riding lessons, as well. “When we got there, none of the horses looked very good. There was one in particular that was probably on the verge of death—emaciated and dehydrated. The man pled guilty to animal cruelty, criminal trespassing, and criminal littering, and signed over his horses,” Murphy says. A second group of horses was found on U.S. Steel land near Wylam. “No food was provided,” he says. “The horses had stripped clean all the vegetation that was in the area. We never were able to prove who owned them. They came here in pretty sad shape.”

A white horse named Hurricane, one of a group of neglected horses reported by neighbors in the McCalla area, was of major concern to Murphy. “She was in very, very poor condition,” he recalls. Hurricane has been at the shelter since August of 2008 and is still waiting to find a home. Murphy says that most of the animals are adopted through word of mouth among those involved with the local horse community. The contract stipulates that if the person adopting the animal no longer wants it, the horse must be returned to the care of GBHS rather than be given away to someone else.

Recently, the facility housed 93 roosters confiscated from a cockfighting operation. The roosters were being held as evidence until the case was brought to trial. Rabbits, donkeys, mules, and goats have also stayed at the shelter.

The Alabama Department of Agriculture is considering building several similar rescue barns across the state to shelter livestock in the event of natural disasters. GBHS director Jacque Meyer says that catastrophes such as Hurricane Katrina, which left many agricultural animals abandoned, further heightens the need for such shelters. &

The Professional Scoop on Poop

The Professional Scoop on Poop

It’s a dirty job, but . . .

April 30, 2009

Four years ago, Stanley Shafferman told his wife that he was going to start a new business called Poop Be Gone that would offer the removal of pet excrement from lawns and other areas. “I refer to myself as an ‘entremanure’ instead of an entrepreneur,” he says with a laugh. Shafferman, who opened Cosmo’s Pizza in Five Points South in 1986 and later worked at O.T.’s Grill in the Lakeview district, admits that he grew weary of the food business. “I had been in the restaurant industry for 20 to 25 years, and I was getting very tired of employees and bad work ethics,” he says. “And I was looking for something to do that did not require employees.”

Shafferman began submitting résumés as he contemplated what to do with his life. His wife, Peggy, a nurse at UAB, is active in the dog show world. (The couple raises a breed known as Havanese, which is Cuba’s only native breed.) “One afternoon I was reading one of the dog show magazines and I got to the classifieds,” he recalls. “I saw under ‘business opportunities’ two companies selling franchises for removing pet waste. I didn’t buy a franchise, but I immediately went to my computer and typed ‘pooper scoopers’ and found companies across the country.” After speaking with a few professional dog waste removers, he decided to go into business for himself. There is a national organization called aPAWS (Association of Professional Animal Waste Specialists), which he soon joined.

Shafferman advertises the service with magnetic signs attached to his truck, fliers in vets’ offices, and word of mouth. Poop Be Gone has weekly, twice weekly, and twice monthly customers. Shafferman’s tools include a long-handled dust pan, a 13-gallon garbage bag, and a shrub rake that he uses to pop the poop into the dustpan. The bag is attached to the pan, then removed and tied shut once its been filled after a yard is finished. “My hands are not touching the poop,” he notes. (Shafferman disinfects his tools and shoes between yards to avoid spreading any germs from home to home.)

As for vicious dogs in yards, Shafferman has his own approach to winning over any snarling beasts he encounters. “One yard had a small mixed-breed dog and an American bulldog. The small dog liked me—I always carry treats in my pocket—and he took the treat. The bulldog did not like me. He was not interested in treats,” he recalls. Shafferman swears that all he had to do was begin singing and the bulldog immediately retreated to the other side of the yard.

Shafferman readily admits that he often talks to dogs to soothe any canine animosity. “I tell all new clients, if you hear me talking to your dogs, do not pay attention because a lot of the times it’s just gibberish,” he says. “It’s just the sound of my voice that calms the dogs down. They don’t really know what you’re saying anyway. I talk to dogs all day long.”

Where does all the recovered poop end up after it has been bagged up and loaded onto Shafferman’s truck? “When I first started, it ended up in my trash can at home. I soon outgrew that and I now have a dumpster,” he says, although he will not reveal its location. “The poop all finally winds up at the landfill next to the dirty diapers.” &

Poop Be Gone can be reached at www.poopbegone.net or 968-0980. Prices range from $14.50 to $23 per cleaning, depending on the frequency. One-time yard cleanings cost $30.

Hell On Wheels

Hell On Wheels

A few words with racing legend Donnie Allison.

April 16, 2009

In the early 1960s, three race car drivers relocated from Miami to Hueytown, Alabama, where they established themselves as the famous Alabama Gang. Red Farmer, Bobby Allison, and brother Donnie Allison routinely dominated the small racetracks across the Southeast. The trio eventually started winning on larger superspeedways and soon became bona fide racing stars. Despite not winning nearly as many races as his more famous older brother, Donnie Allison remains one of the greatest drivers ever, due to his versatility driving both Indy 500 open-wheel cars (no fenders, no roll cage, and no roof) and stock cars for NASCAR. Allison still brags that out of all the one-two finishes he and Bobby collected in the same race during their careers, he beat his older brother 80 percent of the time.

Behind the wheel, Donnie Allison was a force to be reckoned with. His friendship with driving legend A.J. Foyt led to Foyt providing him with a car for the 1970 Indianapolis 500, where Allison beat his boss to pick up a fourth-place finish his rookie year. The previous week, he had won the 600-mile NASCAR race at Charlotte Motor Speedway, the closest any driver has coming to winning both races. However, he’s probably best remembered for an end-of-race fight on the track with driver Cale Yarborough after the two wrecked on the last lap of the 1979 Daytona 500. It was the first NASCAR race to be televised nationally from start to finish. For many viewers across the country, fistfights and stock car racing were forever linked after that telecast.

Black & White: Do you still believe A.J. Foyt is the best race car driver ever?

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Donnie Allison his blue and gold Chevrolet sedan in the early 60′s. (click for larger version)

 

Donnie Allison: Yep. Everything he’s ever got in, he’s won in. He’s mechanically inclined enough, he knows what to do when he needs something done. There’s a lot of good race car drivers: Bobby [Allison], Richard [Petty], Dale Earnhardt, Mario Andretti. But if you take everything that A.J.’s run and put all those drivers in those cars, the [pecking order] would probably be A.J., then Bobby, then Mario.

Do you agree that bringing the Indy cars down South to race on smaller tracks in the late 1990s was a boost that open-wheel racing had been needing for a while?

Well, to an extent. The problem with the Indy cars down South is that all the racetracks are banked [in the turns]. The banked racetracks are not suited for Indy cars, because those things are rocketships. So for them to run how they need to run, they need to be run with a stiff suspension. And if you don’t run that stiff suspension like that, it bottoms out and it grinds the bottom [of the car] off. I feel like we have good racing when a driver has to back off the throttle. When a driver can run wide-open, the racing is not as good. Look at Daytona and Talladega.

Some of the older drivers say that racing is not what it was in the old days. Do you agree?

Well, to a certain extent. Racing is still just like it always was. It’s a group of drivers out there doing their best to win. The difference is the technology now is so much greater. They have so much more to their advantage to getting their cars better tuned in. I feel like in the old days, more of the drivers were in tune to their cars than they are today. I think the ego part of driving in 1978 and ’80 was not nearly what it is in 2009. We had some that were ego driven. But if we didn’t run good, we wanted to find out what was wrong with our car, or what was wrong with us, why we couldn’t do it.

Was there more camaraderie among the drivers in the old days?

Oh, yes. There were groups. There were certain drivers that were friends and certain drivers that weren’t. I guess that’s probably still maintained. I don’t know, I don’t go into the driver compounds anymore. We didn’t have those. We didn’t have the big buses and the areas roped off. We went out in the parking lots and a few racetracks had designated places for us to park our cars. When we would get together, it might be that night for dinner or for a drink afterward. We didn’t do like they do now. They might have a cordial conversation with one another right after the race. And we didn’t have that.

Did you know Janet Guthrie [the first woman to earn a spot in the Indianapolis 500 and the Daytona 500, both in 1977]?

I knew her very well. I helped her. [Car owner] Ralph Moody asked me if I’d mind helping her. Guthrie never used the excuse of being a female. She never said, “They’re doing that to me because I’m a female.” But her car owner did, and it caused a little bit of rift, I think. It takes a gene [to compete successfully in racing] that I don’t think the women got. And I’m not a macho [type]. You watch [current Indy car sensation] Danica Patrick. She does an extremely good job until it gets to a lot of pressure there. And what I’ve watched and noticed about her is, when the pressure really gets there, for some reason or another, it appears that she gets out of there [abandons the confrontation]. Where, with men, they have a tendency to say, “Well, to hell with you, buddy. We’re gonna hang around here and see what happens.” That’s just my own personal thing. You take care of your equipment and you do the best you can to finish. When you need to be somewhere, you’re supposed to be there. It’s like that thing I’ve always said all my life, way back in the modified car days in Birmingham at the fairgrounds and at Dixie [Speedway] and all them places. I paid the same amount for my pit pass that [other drivers] did. So I own just as much of that place as they do.

I read a recent interview with Red Farmer where he said that he had an advantage because he was accustomed to running on flat tracks.

Well, I definitely believe that. That’s what I was saying about the cars handling better, about the chassis being better. If you could’ve watched Red Farmer run in south Florida where we were, it was amazing to watch him. He could run a car sideways faster than most people could straight.

Who had the worse temper in the old days, you or Bobby?

Bobby had the worse temper but I feel like he could control his more than I would mine. Me, when I lost my temper, they knew I lost it.

Do you miss driving?

Oh, yeah. Especially when I watch some of the things that go on now. I just don’t believe the guys get after it as hard as we used to. Look at the ball players. The football players don’t play as hard as they used to play, because they’re gonna get paid, regardless. The old guys used to get in there with broken fingers and broken noses, teeth knocked out, and what have you. Just look at the pictures of the old guys. It’s just like with us, it was a different era. I get a little bit aggravated sometimes when I hear some of the excuses the drivers today make. Because, to me, I’ve been there. I know. My motto is: “Don’t give me an excuse, give me a reason.” I can’t fix an excuse, but I can fix a reason. &

Donnie Allison will be inducted into the International Motorsports Hall of Fame at Talladega Superspeedway on April 23.

 

The End of an Era

The End of an Era

The glory days of Birmingham International Raceway are recalled by veterans of the track, including one of the greatest names in NASCAR history.

 

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Promoter J.P. Rotton’s 1953 Studebaker Starlight Coupe, which was painted with gold dust. (click for larger version)

April 16, 2009

Birmingham International Raceway (BIR), the third oldest automobile racetrack in the nation (only the Milwaukee Mile and Indianapolis Motor Speedway are older), has been demolished to make way for an indoor golf driving range. That change is part of Birmingham Mayor Larry Langford’s revitalization dreams for the Alabama State Fairgrounds in Five Points West.

Originally built as a one-mile horsetrack, the facility hosted a motorcycle race in 1906, its first foray into motorsports that eventually led to at least 95 years of auto racing. Some of the greatest names in automobile history passed through its gates. In 1925, the now-razed 8,000-seat grandstand was constructed, hosting the renowned Chevrolet brothers as they unveiled a new dirt-track race car. Richard Petty, David Pearson, and a trio of upstarts from Miami—Red Farmer, Bobby Allison, and Donnie Allison (who became famous as the Alabama Gang)—are part of the track’s history.

Most races were held in conjunction with the state fair until promoter J.P. Rotton began putting on Sunday afternoon races in the late 1940s. Tom Gloor took over racing promotion there in 1962, paving the dirt track and installing proper lighting that ushered in the city’s golden era of Friday night racing. Gloor changed the track’s name to Birmingham International Raceway.

 

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More than one driver lost control of his car and plowed through the wooden fence, ending up in the “hog barn.” (click for larger version)

 

 

 

Though the track attracted sparse crowds during its final decade, events there once drew huge audiences. “I had some good days over a long period of time at BIR. I had good fortune there, and I was cocky about that,” NASCAR racing legend Bobby Allison says, during a recent afternoon telephone conversation from his North Carolina home. “I first got there in ’59 before they paved it, and the place impressed me from the first day. Then, when Tom Gloor took over in ’62, it became one of my favorite racetracks in the whole country. When Tom paved it, he stretched the front straightaway out to where it was closer to the grandstand.”

Rotton began promoting races at the Fairgrounds Raceway in the 1940s. As the 90-year-old Rotton recalls, “I had built a small racetrack called the Iron Bowl out in Roebuck, but it didn’t have a grandstand. So I decided to rent a racetrack. That Iron Bowl had no seats or nothing. People were sneaking in through the woods to get in free. These guys from Graysville and Sumiton wanted a place to race, and there were some bootleggers out of Chattanooga and Nashville that wanted to come down here and run. That was in 1946.”

Rotton eventually talked a reluctant fairgrounds manager into letting him run four races, where he drew some 6,000 spectators for each event. The crowd size impressed the facility’s manager. “He kept 20 percent of the gate and he got all the concessions,” says Rotton, who promoted races at the fairgrounds from 1946 through 1960. “We put on a good show. Mostly, we ran ’34 Fords and ’33 and ’34 Chevrolet coupes.”

 

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A Corvette leads a parade of new-model cars before a race at the fairgrounds in the early 1950s. (click for larger version)

 

 

 

Rotton worked with an automobile body-work specialist named Cannonball Brown. Rotton also maintained a stable of his own race cars in addition to his promo duties. “I had a 1953 Studebaker Starlight Coupe that we set up to run really fast, and you’ve never seen anything like it. Back then, Studebaker was a joke,” he recalls. “Ol’ Cannonball Brown was a country boy painter. He asked me what color I wanted, and I said I wanted it really sharp looking. Cannonball said, ‘You want it painted gold?’ I asked him if he could find some gold paint. And Cannonball said, ‘No, I don’t wanna buy no gold paint, I wanna buy some gold dust.’ Gold was $8 an ounce then. So I said, ‘OK, but be sure and get enough,’ and I think he got two or three pounds. It cost us around $400,” Rotton remembers. “He painted on this red primer, then sprinkled in the gold dust and added layers of clear lacquer. When the sun hit it, it would just sparkle. You ain’t never seen anything like it . . . I always thought money was made to spend!”

One of the great anecdotes in fairgrounds racing lore concerns a race in the late 1950s during which Nero Steptoe won a 25-lap race after losing his front left wheel several laps in. Rotton smiles when asked about Steptoe. “Ol’ Nero was leading the race, and he was going into the first turn and the wheel and all came off. The car didn’t fall, it stayed up. Nero came around and we kept giving him the black flag [which signals the driver to pull off the track] but he wouldn’t stop. I said, ‘Give him the green flag!’ [allowing him to stay in the race] We paid the second-place driver for the win because we should have disqualified Nero. Everybody in the world knew who Nero was from then on.”

Jerry Massey, an 80-year-old former racer and car owner at the Fairgrounds Raceway, claims that the dirt at the track was from Kentucky. “It was the best dirt in the country. You could go like a blizzard,” he remembers. “I knew, because I used to ride with the guy that used to scrape the racetrack and turn the dirt over and put salt in it. Riding with him taught me a lot about how to read dirt. If it had a dull color, you could get a good hold [tire grip] of it. If it was bright and shiny, it’s too slick. You didn’t want to run where the bright and shiny was at.” The Allison brothers and Red Farmer were living in Miami in the 1950s and didn’t realize how much more money was paid to race winners in Alabama than in Florida. Bobby Allison had earned $95 finishing second at a big race in West Palm Beach. After some other Florida racers spread the word about the quality racing in Alabama, Allison and his younger brother Donnie decided to head north. “Donnie and I had a pretty good relationship. We supported each other about 85 percent of the time and fought each other the other 15 percent,” Allison says. “We loaded up and headed for Alabama, and I finished fifth at Dixie Speedway out in Midfield. I went to the pay window and the guy gave me 135 bucks—way more than I had won finishing second in a major event in south Florida. I said, ‘Donnie, we’ve died and gone to heaven. Look at all this money!’ So we went to Miss Mary’s Drive-Inn that we’d passed on the drive up and got one of her $1.98 steaks that she used to have advertised out there on the marquee. And Donnie and I found one of those little roadside inns on the way to Montgomery [where they raced the next day], and instead of sleeping in the truck, we bought a $2 motel room.”

 

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Chattanooga’s Friday Hassler was a Birmingham International Raceway legend. He was killed while attempting to qualify for the 1972 Daytona 500. (click for larger version)

 

 

 

Bobby Allison purchased the contract to operate the track for the 1976–’77 seasons. BIR was where his good friend Neil Bonnett and later, Allison’s son, Davey, both found early success (Davey Allison died in a helicopter accident at Talladega Superspeedway in 1993, a crash that Red Farmer survived. Bonnett was killed during a practice run for the 1994 Daytona 500.) “It breaks my heart that BIR is gone,” Allison admits. “But it was a great place, and I have great memories.” &


My Turn

In the summer of 1998, I was hanging around Birmingham International Raceway while researching a story about the track. A driver nicknamed Sluggo asked if I’d ever driven a race car. I had not, so he graciously let me drive his racing Camaro some 30 laps with no other cars on the track on that Sunday afternoon.

It was fun until I put my foot on the brake pedal to come in for a pit stop and the pedal went straight to the floor. I had to coast an entire lap, as it takes a while to roll to a stop when you’re going 90 mph. Amused at my timidity to “put some speed on that thing,” as well as the fact that I was riding around with no brakes my first time in a race car, Sluggo told me I wouldn’t achieve a true racing experience until I had been on the track with other cars.

He wasn’t kidding. One Friday night, Sluggo turned the Camaro over to me during the 7 p.m. practice session for street stock cars, the classification in which he was competing later that evening. I was more or less “mixing it up” with a dozen other cars at race speeds. Nauseated from fear when I heard the engines being revved at deafening levels upon my arrival at the track, I was almost shaking when I climbed into the car. The worried expression on Sluggo’s face suggested that he was beginning to have second thoughts about putting me out there with the other drivers. Nevertheless, he reassured me that the brake failure a couple weeks earlier had been rectified. I’ll never forget his final instructions before I drove off: “Hey, if you wreck it, buddy, don’t worry about it . . . ’cause we’re just out here to have fun.” With those words of encouragement, I attempted to merge onto the track as several cars stormed out of turn number four at more than 100 mph.

Somehow, I put the car into the middle of race traffic, and away I went. I held on for dear life as cars passed me on the right and left, often at the same time. There were no side mirrors on the Camaro, just a wide rearview mirror above the dash. The full-face helmet and painfully tight seat harnesses that strapped me in allowed for nearly zero peripheral vision. I’ll never forget the sight of race cars rapidly approaching in my mirror. Suddenly, a car in front of me slowed, which meant that I would have to pass another driver. I sweated bullets but somehow stayed out for 10 noble laps.

I drove slowly through the corners but floored it as I exited the second and fourth turns, blasting down the respective straightaways (approximately 150 yards in length) at a top speed of maybe 90 mph before having to turn left again. On the 10th lap, the car’s rear fishtailed out of control as I tried to increase my speed between turns one and two. I gripped the steering wheel to brace myself for impact, with either the outside retaining wall or another car. I knew from racing lore at BIR that I’d probably have to fight whomever I wrecked—if I were still conscious. Amazingly, the car straightened out as I lifted off the accelerator. (The pros know you usually step on the gas to straighten out a sliding car, but I didn’t have that much courage.)

I barely touched the accelerator again as I crept down the back straightaway doing maybe 30 mph as others whizzed by at 120 mph. I returned to the pit, where Sluggo shook his head in shame, though relieved that I brought his Camaro back in one piece. The brakes indeed worked well, and I never had a desire to race again. —E.R.

Number One Fan

Number One Fan

For seven years, Skybucket Records has successfully promoted Birmingham’s music scene on a national level.

 

March 05, 2009

When Travis Morgan and a friend started Birmingham’s Skybucket Records in 2002, he was not particularly obsessed with creating a record label. “I don’t know if it was ever really a dream [to own a record company]. It was something that we kind of felt we needed to do in order to put out a CD, or to put a name on it,” Morgan explains. “I started Skybucket in 2002 with a guy named Justin Lee (who as since moved on). We were college friends and were both into the local music scene and decided we wanted to put out a compilation CD of local bands. We planned to release it with a literary magazine a couple of Birmingham people were putting together. But they never put out their first issue. We had a compilation sitting there and decided to create a label to put the recording out. And that came out in January of 2003, and we made 800 or so by hand.” Here’s to Last Summer is the name of Skybucket’s first release. It was originally available for $2. The second release was Taylor [Hollingsworth] and the Puffs’ You Know that Summer’s Coming. “We did several hundred of those, handmade, as well,” Morgan recalls. “We kind of upped the ante on that and sold it for $3.”

Though a musician, Morgan was more the avid listener than the player. “I’ve always been interested in music but I was always more of a fan than a performer or a recording musician,” he confesses. “I’ve been listening to so much music over the years, that I guess I have a critical ear.” Morgan’s discerning ear has led to his work with local and regional bands such as The Dexateens, 13ghosts, Through the Sparks, Dan Sartain, and Vulture Whale—as well as Seattle’s Barton Carroll. His instincts have been reinforced by numerous positive reviews that Skybucket releases have received in national music magazines and blogs.

“In the beginning, we would sit there for hours and hand-make packages,” Morgan says of the label’s early days, when their releases were burned onto CD-Rs. “From the fourth release, pretty much everything we’ve released has been a pressed CD or vinyl. When you get into manufacturing a project, it costs a whole lot more. After record number six or seven, I started looking for financing and found the occasional investment dollars that have helped me keep the label alive. But after each and every record, I feel like, ‘is this the last one I’m going to be able to put out?’”

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Birmingham’s, 13ghosts, one of Skybucket Records’ early acts. (click for larger version)

 

 

Les Nuby, former drummer for one-time Birmingham cult favorites Verbena, formed Vulture Whale with Wes McDonald, who has released three CDs under his own name on Skybucket. Nuby splits time between Birmingham and Los Angeles, where he makes a living doing session work. “I’ve known Travis since he was an infant.” Nuby says, “and if I had known back then that I’d be answering to him on anything to do with music, I think I would have been a lot cooler to him when we were kids.”

Verbena recorded for Capitol Records, and Nuby appreciates the freedom that comes with an independent label like Skybucket, as opposed to a major. “On an independent label you can get somebody on the phone. I’m not going to say it wasn’t fun to be on a major label, because you have more money to work with. But you also have way more money to pay back. Artistically, being on an indie label is so much better because, while you can have 100 percent creative control on a major label, it’s only 100 percent creative control if they agree with your choices. . . . Major labels are like a big promise that’s never kept. I’m sure that some bands that are huge would totally disagree. But you have to fight tooth and nail to do anything with a major label.”

Nuby is not surprised that Morgan now runs his own record company. “It makes sense because he’s kinda been a musicologist ever since I’ve known him as an adult,” he says. “And he’s got a really great ethic, because he has to like the music. His number one rule is that he has to enjoy the music that he puts out. He didn’t release the first Vulture Whale album because he was like, ‘Man, I think it’s a cool album but it’s just not what I need to release right now.’ And it’s a tough pill to swallow because he’s a buddy. . . . But you’ve gotta respect the guy. He works harder than anybody at a major label that I’ve ever met.”

Regarding butting heads with his bands over artistic differences, Travis Morgan is pragmatic: “We don’t necessarily have huge arguments or anything like that. We know each other well enough, pretty much, to where we can say, ‘Hey, I think it would be better done this way.’ So, I actually have a pretty hands-on approach with most of them, and offer my two cents and say, ‘This is how I feel about it.’ Then we end up making compromises . . . Because in the end, I’m the one that has to sell it, basically, to everyone else.”

One of the most frustrating experiences for Skybucket involved 13ghosts and the Bob Marley estate. Four years ago, 13ghosts covered Marley’s “Three Little Birds” on their CD Cicada. “We were trying to kind of be on the up-and-up with the record [by contacting the Marley representatives for permission] . . . and they sent us a ‘cease and desist’ letter,” explains 13ghosts cofounder Brad Armstrong. “We were kind of trying to use the tune in an uplifting way. . . . We thought [our version] was pretty respectful. But our lawyer said we couldn’t release it because the band added lyrics to the song. [Changing someone else's song requires getting the original artist's approval.] His advice was to ask permission.”

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Lazarus Beach” by Birmingham band Through the Sparks. (click for larger version)

Armstrong doubted that any problems would arise. “‘We’re a little, tiny indie band. What’s the worst case scenario?’ I asked our lawyer. And he said, ‘Well, they can take your house.’ And I said, ‘Well, in what crazy parallel universe is that going to actually happen?’ And he said, ‘I can’t tell you it’s not going to happen.’ So he contacted [Marley's] people, and the next thing we heard was their lawyers telling us to pull all the records [from stores]. And, of course, this was after the fact. It was already pressed and distributed nationally and Skybucket had to recall it. It was a real big-to-do. . . . It was killed through our own naïve inexperience or whatever. If I were in the same situation now, I’d just put the song out and not worry about it, you know?”

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Barton Carroll’s second Skybucket release. (click for larger version)

Travis Morgan is not eager to repeat the experience. “Having to pull the album from the stores is expensive and takes a long time. It was definitely an eye-opening experience. It’s one of those things where, for a second, you go, ‘Why didn’t the artist tell me that it wasn’t a straight-up cover?’ But then you realize that they didn’t know that, either,” Morgan says.

Morgan has been pleased with the response to Skybucket’s efforts. “Most indie bands that are doing really well, if you’re selling 10,000 copies then you’re doing good. We’re not there yet. But I think we’re putting out quality music, and for a label to put out 25 records in five years is a pretty good milestone,” he offers. Skybucket’s top seller is The Dexateens’ 2007 album Hardwire Healing. “My underlying goal is to get these bands a lot of exposure. I honestly believe, with all the music that I listen to, that there’s enough good music coming out of this town to consider it a good music city.” &


Have Gasoline, Will Travel

Birmingham heads to SXSW.

Skybucket Records chief Travis Morgan and Jeff Tenner, owner of Soca clothing store in Homewood, are promoting an unofficial showcase of Birmingham bands at the 2009 South By Southwest Music Conference in Austin, Texas.

For the uninitiated, music conferences such as SXSW are something of a rite of passage for bands seeking greater exposure for their work. At SXSW, the streets are literally filled with thousands of music publicists, writers, college radio programmers, and, of course, representatives from record labels and publishing companies. A couple of shows at SXSW can allow a band to make valuable connections.

“It’s nice to be around a lot of like-minded people, people that aren’t making any money but doing it because they love it,” Morgan says, noting how much he enjoys what has become one of the largest industry music festivals in the world. This year will mark Tenner’s maiden voyage to SXSW. “The goal at SXSW is to play as much as you can,” explains Tenner, who also manages the Kate Taylor Band, which will perform at the Birmingham showcase in Austin. “Many of the bands also have official showcases at the festival. So this is just another opportunity for them to play in case whomever they need to come see them at the official show can’t attend. And then there are some bands like Vulture Whale, who for some bizarre reason, didn’t get accepted [into the official SXSW lineup] even though SPIN reviewed their record and said it was great.”

Birmingham’s Taylor Hollingsworth has performed with his band at SXSW twice in the past three years. This year, however, he’ll be doing solo acoustic shows. “I want to sound as positive as I can,” Hollingsworth laughs. “This year I wasn’t planning on going but my girlfriend [Kate Taylor] is playing, and I’ll be playing with her. You can definitely accomplish things and get things done [at SXSW] as a band. It’s nice having pretty much the entire music industry in one city, so you can invite people and they can see you if they haven’t been able to before.”

The Austin showcase will take place Saturday, March 21, at the Creekside Lounge, from noon until 6 p.m. To help fund the Austin trip, a fundraising concert titled “Gas Money: Birmingham Goes to SXSW” will be held on March 12 at WorkPlay. The lineup for the Workplay show includes Indian Red (featuring Preston Lovinggood of Wild Sweet Orange and Jody Nelson of Through the Sparks), 13ghosts, the Grenadines, Through the Sparks, and Vulture Whale. For more info, visit www.skybucket.com or www.workplay.com. &

Dead Folks: Writers

Dead Folks: Writers

A look at some of the notable individuals who passed away in 2008.

January 22, 2009

Studs Terkel

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Studs Terkel.

 

 

 

Pulitzer Prize-winning author Studs Terkel wrote books that focused on his interviews with ordinary Americans. He called his style “guerrilla journalism” and is credited with establishing oral history as a viable genre. “The thing I’m able to do, I guess, is break down walls. If they think you’re listening, they’ll talk. It’s more of a conversation than an interview,” he has said of his interview approach. His interviews ranged from former slaves to Ku Klux Klan members. He acknowledged his time managing Chicago hotels popular with blue-collar workers as an indispensable part of his education as a writer and observer. He was blacklisted from radio and TV during the McCarthy red scare, but returned to radio in the mid-1950s for a 45-year run of his own show. (96) —ER

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Dave Stevens’ creation, The Rocketeer. (click for larger version)

 

 

 

David Foster Wallace

An American writer of novels, short stories, and essays, Wallace is best known for his 1996 novel Infinite Jest. He later covered John McCain’s 2000 presidential campaign for Rolling Stone and cruise ships, tornadoes, and state fairs for Harper’s Magazine. Wallace suffered from depression for two decades and, at the advice of his doctor, quit taking medication in 2007 because of the side effects. He hanged himself a year later. (46) —ER

Dave Stevens

Few cartoonists indulged their fandom like Dave Stevens. He started out drawing storyboards for music videos and Hanna-Barbera cartoons. Fortunately, Stevens had all the right pop-culture obsessions needed to become a visionary geek. In 1982 his comic book The Rocketeer paid tribute to 1930s cinema and pulp fiction. The folks at Disney eventually turned the series into the best comics-based film of the 1990s.

Stevens was also an early advocate for pin-up queen Bettie Page. The Rocketeer’s girlfriend was drawn as a Bettie look-alike, and Stevens created a popular series of Bettie Page portraits. He always claimed that he was setting aside royalties for the then-reclusive Page, and kept his word when Bettie finally reemerged in the 1990s.

In a blow against geek stereotypes, Stevens was a handsome man who was briefly married to B-film sex siren Brinke Stevens. His high standards kept him from being as prolific as lesser artists, so it was even more frustrating to lose him at a relatively young age. (52, leukemia.) —JRT

Roger Hall

A spy working for the Office of Strategic Services during World War II, Roger Hall wrote a 1957 memoir titled You’re Stepping on My Cloak and Dagger detailing his experiences at the OSS. The book pokes fun at military protocol while praising the dangerous tasks undertaken by undercover operatives. Among the goof-ups he recalls is his first mission: parachuting into Allied territory instead of Nazi territory because the OSS. had not been told that General Patton had pushed the Nazis back. He later refused an offer to join the CIA.

Working a variety of jobs as he struggled as a professional writer, he was once the public address announcer for Baltimore Colts football games until he was fired for announcing the following after a questionable referee call: “A seeing-eye dog has been lost. Will the owner please return it to the officials’ dressing room.” In later years, Hall reportedly took great delight when told that You’re Stepping on My Cloak and Dagger had become a vital component of CIA training. Instructors would hold up a copy of his book and inform new agents, “Never let this happen again.” (89, natural causes) —ER

Tony Hillerman

Hillerman authored 30 books, most famously the 18 that feature Navajo police detectives Joe Leaphorn and Jim Chee, which weave Native American lore into the mysteries so organically that the reader is not aware how much he is learning, not only about Navajo culture, but about the struggles of these people to deal with the dominant Anglo culture around them. The books are eminently readable, with a special kind of spookiness all their own. After the success of the books, Hillerman remembered that his first agent advised him that if he wanted to get published, he would have to “get rid of that Indian stuff.” (83.) —BG

Dave Freeman

A lot of inappropriate jokes were made when Dave Freeman fatally fell on his head while in his home at Venice, California. All the obituaries were obliged to note that Freeman was the coauthor of 1999′s 101 Things to Do Before You Die. (47, head injury.) —JRT

 

Dead Folks: Trailblazers & Entrepreneurs

Dead Folks: Trailblazers & Entrepreneurs

A look at some of the notable individuals who passed away in 2008.

January 22, 2009

 

Albert Hofmann

If you can just get your mind together,

Then come on across to me.

We’ll hold hands and then we’ll watch the sunrise

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Chemist Albert Hofmann, with the world’s largest hit of LSD, nicknamed “Liquid Universe.” (click for larger version)

 

From the bottom of the sea.

But first, are you experienced?

Have you ever been experienced?

Well, I have.

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Sir Edmund Hillary (L) and Tenzing Norgay Sherpa in Kathmandu following their conquest of Mount Everest in 1953. (click for larger version)

 

Albert Hofmann didn’t say that; Jimi Hendrix did. But in the case of Dr. Hofmann, the Swiss chemist who first synthesized lysergic acid diethylamide (LSD) in 1938, actions speak louder than words. His was the original experience, the first time being the accidental absorption through his skin of a small portion of the substance in 1943 at Sandoz, a Swiss pharmaceutical firm. After a few hours of colors and visions and other sensations he couldn’t describe, Hofmann determined that LSD had induced a temporary and profound psychological reaction. On April 19, 1943, Hofmann dosed himself with a small amount of LSD, then recorded in his lab journal that he began feeling the simultaneous sensations of “anxiety, and the desire to laugh.” Anticipating even stronger reactions, Hofmann returned home on his bicycle. It was some trip, and not a very pleasant one.

It wasn’t long before Sandoz was issuing samples of LSD to medical researchers, psychiatrists, and various experts in the field of mental illness. A body of research grew over the next decade, much of which indicated that LSD warranted further examination as a valuable tool in treating addictions, personality disorders, and various mental afflictions.

Meanwhile Hofmann’s research continued apace, leading to the synthesis of psilocybin, the psychedelic component in certain varieties of mushrooms, and the discovery of lysergic acid amide and lysergic acid hydroxyethylamide in a Mexican morning glory vine, Ololiuqui.

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Dr. Ernst Stuhlinger and Dr. Wernher von Braun at the observatory of the Rocket city Astrnomical Association in Huntsville in 1956. (click for larger version)

 

All of that coincided with the emergence of a young counterculture that was questioning social mores, values, and the reliability of individual perception. The idea that taking an ostensibly harmless drug that assisted one in “breaking through to the other side,” well, that warranted further examination as well—according to Harvard psychologist Timothy Leary.

Leary’s promotional efforts for psychedelics may have been sincere, but the flamboyance—and often arrogance—with which he encouraged the use of drugs to achieve “higher consciousness” established ground zero for a new conflict: the establishment versus youth/drug culture. LSD lost that battle in 1966 when it was outlawed, and Leary’s subsequent catchphrase “Turn on, tune in, drop out” merely guaranteed that LSD would remain a controlled substance. Hofmann often expressed keen disappointment with that turn of events, once telling Leary in person that the self-styled guru’s exploits were responsible for the prohibition of LSD.

From his earliest research into psychedelic chemicals, Hofmann’s conviction was that the mystical and spiritual experiences either mimicked or induced by LSD and psilocybin should remain in the serious realm of a search for enlightenment. What he envisioned as a sacred journey, too many recreational users saw as a one-way ticket to wig city. Hofmann frequently adopted a capital R Romantic stance in this regard; he declared that the modern, materialist world was too much with us, and so this Wordsworth of the pharmaceutical lab urged the responsibly applied therapeutic principles of mind-blowing chemicals. He often urged friends and colleagues to take LSD and then contemplate flowers in a garden. He went so far as to suggest that psychedelics could ultimately reveal to the human race its authentic nature, “what we are supposed to be,” as he phrased it. Or getting back to Hendrix, “Not necessarily stoned, but beautiful . . .” (102, heart attack.) —DP

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Wham-O co-founder Richard Knerr (R). (click for larger version)

 

Sir Edmund Hillary

On May 29, 1953, Edmund Hillary and Sherpa guide Tenzing Norgay became the first climbers to reach the summit of Mount Everest. This was later embarrassing for Hillary Clinton. She tried to convince a Nepalese audience that she was named for the famous explorer who didn’t really become particularly famous until six years after her birth.

Hillary himself was a lot more sincere in his devotion to the region. The native New Zealander continued adventuring right through the 1980s—including a flight with Neil Armstrong to the North Pole—but also spent much of his life financing the Himalayan Trust to benefit the people of Nepal.

Hillary enjoyed plenty of celebrity, beginning with a knighthood granted in the same year as his ascent. He always remained a favorite son of New Zealand and a popular international figure. Hillary also wisely marked his Everest triumph with a pithy quote, informing fellow climber George Lowe, “Well, George, we knocked the bastard off.” (88, heart failure) —JRT

Ernst Stuhlinger

Stuhlinger was one of hundreds of Nazi rocket scientists behind the German V-2 missile program who surrendered and emigrated to the United States at the end of Word War II. He played the somber, behind-the-scenes genius to the more flamboyant Wernher von Braun as the pair developed the Saturn V rocket that launched men to the Moon. Stuhlinger was essentially von Braun’s right-hand man, his most valued assistant. When America launched its first orbiting satellite, Explorer (in response to the Soviets’ Sputnik satellite), Stuhlinger created an ingenious timing device that allowed him to press the command button at the precise time needed to fire the second rocket stage that put Explorer into orbit. His contribution earned him the nickname “the man with the golden finger.” (94, natural causes) —ER

Richard Knerr

Richard Knerr and his pal Arthur “Spud” Melin, both USC graduates living in Pasadena and looking for the fast track to fame and fortune, started a toy/gadget company in Knerr’s garage in 1948. Their company, Wham-O Manufacturing, made a decent slingshot but not much else. It took about a decade for the entrepreneurs to realize it, but Wham-O’s future would be determined not so much by products as by demographics. The Baby Boom was working in their favor. Children were everywhere, and consumerism was in full force. Show the kids something neat, swell, or cool, and their money was yours.

Enter the Hula Hoop, first marketed by Wham-O in early 1957 and immediately recognized as an out-of-control fad. Knerr and Melin sold 100 million units in roughly two years, after which Knerr claimed they couldn’t give them away. By definition, a fad doesn’t last, but with almost $50 million in profits, Knerr was okay with that. The template was in place; wow your audience, and demand will take care of itself. (Knerr often claimed that the ideal product was any item that had kids screaming, “What’s that?!”)

By 1958, Wham-O was producing or marketing all kinds of “what’s that?!” gadgets. It was the golden era of being a kid, so sales were reinforced by ads on afternoon and Saturday morning TV and through displays at every dime store in the land. The price for most items made it easy for moms to acquiesce when a visit to Woolworth’s brought the inevitable request for a Slip & Slide, a Superball, Silly String, or a Frisbee.

With the market for fun practically in his lap, Knerr even found ways to bounce, as it were, Wham-O fads off other fads. California was ground zero for beach music and drag racing in the 1960s, so the Wham-O Wheelie Bar, ideal for the sleek new banana-seat Schwinn bikes, hit the stores just when Jan & Dean and the Beach Boys were hitting the charts. The Wheelie Bar TV ad and product package employed music and images associated with hot-rod culture. This kind of marketing dream lasted only as long as its demographic stayed young. Though it’s easy to regard much of Wham-O’s success as fad-driven, it’s worth noting that Knerr passed away after seeing the Frisbee mark its 60th anniversary. (82, stroke.) —DP

Wilbur Hardee

Hardee ended up earning little money from the Hardee’s restaurant chain he founded. He sold his share in his burger namesake (which included five franchise locations at the time) in 1963 for $37,000 amid rumors that he had lost controlling interest during a poker game with his new business partners. In 1960, already an established success with a dozen other restaurant ventures, he opened his first Hardee’s drive-in in Greenville, North Carolina. The place had no tables or waiters, and “char-broiled” hamburgers sold for 15 cents—the same price as his milkshakes. Hardee went on to earn a small fortune with other food enterprises. (89) —ER

Carl Karcher

The founder of the Carl’s Jr. fast-food hamburger chain got his start in the restaurant business when he spent $326 in 1941 to open a Los Angeles hot dog stand. In 1945, he opened his first full-service restaurant, Carl’s Drive-In Barbecue, in Anaheim, California. In 1956, he began opening Carl’s Jr. restaurants, which eventually numbered more than 1,000 worldwide. An outspoken political conservative, Karcher was often at war with the gay community after he urged the firing of homosexual schoolteachers and all who defended them. Karcher, who fathered a dozen children with his wife of 66 years, rubbed elbows with Presidents Nixon and Reagan, Mikhail Gorbachev, Bob Hope, and Pope John Paul II.

In 1981, Karcher took the company public, allowing it to expand from the existing 300 locations. He was later accused of insider trading. He forked over $600,000 in fines but never admitted any guilt. In 1993, after years of clashes with the company’s board of directors, Karcher was ousted as CEO. He could only watch from the sidelines as the company began running provocative TV ads starring Dennis Rodman and Paris Hilton that clashed with Karcher’s conservative beliefs. In 1997, Carl’s Jr.’s parent company, CKE Restaurants, purchased the Hardee’s chain. (90, Parkinson’s disease) —ER

Gary Gygax

Gygax help create Dungeons & Dragons, the seminal role-playing game where a fantasy universe evolved into actual role-playing instead of being confined to the pages of books such as those by J.R.R. Tolkien. An experienced creator of board games, Gygax later criticized interactive computer-based games because participants did not have to rely on their imaginations. (69, abdominal aneurysm) —ER &

Dead Folks: Celebrities

Dead Folks: Celebrities

A look at some of the notable individuals who passed away in 2008.

January 22, 2009

Maharishi Mahesh Yogi

He’s best known for associating with pop stars in the 1960s. Maharishi Mahesh Yogi infiltrated popular culture in broader ways, though, with his Transcendental Meditation technique challenging Erhard Seminars Training (EST) in the 1970s as the leading pop-psychology fad. That helped the Maharishi get on the cover of Time in 1975. By then, his biggest acolyte was Mike Love from the Beach Boys. That wasn’t a particularly hip association.

Earlier though, the Maharishi had been hanging out with The Beatles in India. The band members had studied with him in Wales, but the trip to the Maharishi’s home country played a big part in the Beatles mythos, with much of The White Album written during their stay. That includes the scathing “Sexy Sadie,” which John Lennon wrote in disgust after hearing that their spiritual leader had tried hooking up with student Mia Farrow.

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Lefty Rosenthal, the inspiration for Robert De Niro’s character in Casino. (click for larger version)

 

 

Accounts continue to differ on those charges, but the other Beatles kept speaking highly of the Maharishi in the decades to come. The spiritual leader always maintained an American following, with his Maharishi University of Management prospering in Iowa. His big project for the past decade was constructing Maharishi Peace Palaces in 3,000 major cities, each with “Peace-Creating Experts who will create an orderly influence in the whole atmosphere of the city.” He was raising $1 billion for that endeavor, but the peace palace for New York City is out on Long Island. That’s probably why Manhattan hasn’t gotten orderly yet. (91, natural causes.) —JRT

Lefty Rosenthal

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Mr. Blackwell. (click for larger version)

Not many people live to see their death portrayed on screen. For example, that’s supposed to be Lefty Rosenthal getting blown sky-high when Robert De Niro’s car explodes at the start of Casino. Just like De Niro’s character, Rosenthal survived the 1982 attempt on his life. Nobody was ever prosecuted for the bombing—most likely because Rosenthal kept his mouth shut. He left Las Vegas for Miami Beach the next year and enjoyed a uniquely long life for a guy who (unofficially, of course) ran some of Vegas’ biggest hotels/mob operations. (79, heart attack.) —JRT

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A very young Yves St. Laurent. (click for larger version)

 

 

Mr. Blackwell

Richard Selzer left Brooklyn for Hollywood, and ditched his last name to become the notorious fashion designer Mr. Blackwell. He dressed a celebrity clientele with his House of Blackwell line in the 1950s, then retired in the 1960s to cultivate his celebrity status—although he did some work behind the scenes for “The Beverly Hillbillies.”

Blackwell’s role in pop culture began with his annual list of the Worst Dressed Women of the Year, first introduced in 1960. He was slightly ahead of his time. It took a while, but Blackwell eventually found his audience through shows like “Entertainment Tonight” and publications like People. He never said anything particularly daring, and he occasionally confused an actress’ costumes with her clothing. He was also quick to rise to the bait whenever Cher trotted out increasingly moronic outfits. Ultimately, Blackwell died as a pioneer of the snarky celebrity fascination that lives on in hundreds of showbiz blogs. (86, intestinal infection.) —JRT

Yves St. Laurent

On the basis of a few sketches 14-year-old Laurent made for a couture competition in Paris in 1952, leading designer Christian Dior hired the young fellow that week. In 1958, upon Dior’s untimely death from a heart attack, Laurent was thrust into international fame because, remarkably, the founder of the House of Dior had decided much earlier that Laurent would succeed him as head designer. After a bizarre turn of events that had Laurent conscripted into the French army, then placed in a mental institution for radical treatment (including shock therapy), the designer and his partner founded their own house with assistance from an Atlanta millionaire. The Rive Gauche stores followed in 1966, selling prêt-à-porter designs to both the general public and a fairly exclusive clientele previously devoted strictly to YSL haute couture (it is rumored that Catherine Deneuve was the first customer through the door).

A lot of fashion firsts followed: black and Asian runway models, re-creations of Art Deco period silhouettes, tailored tuxedo suits, and most significant, the profits from ready-to-wear exceeding that of the YSL haute couture line. YSL also established a new kind of society figure: designer as jet-set superstar. Decadence, drug dependence, and debauchery at Studio 54 and sundry international hot spots characterized the YSL persona from that point until his decline in health. It was time to pack in the scissors once models were propping up what appeared to be an intoxicated Laurent on the runway. It may have been simple fatigue. With some 6,000 designs under his belt, so to speak, Laurent had certainly earned a retirement. (71, cancer.) —DP

Christian Brando

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Bobby Fischer. (click for larger version)

 

 

The eldest of actor Marlon Brando’s often troubled children, Christian Brando was best known for his run-ins with the law. He spent five years in prison on manslaughter charges following the 1990 killing of his half-sister’s boyfriend. They had scuffled over a gun during an argument about whether the boyfriend had beaten Brando’s half-sister, Cheyenne, while she was pregnant with the boyfriend’s child. Cheyenne committed suicide in 1995 after losing custody of the child. Christian once dated Bonnie Lee Bakley, who was shot to death in 2001. Bakley’s husband at the time, actor Robert Blake, was acquitted of the murder. (49, pneumonia) —ER

House Peters, Jr.

The bald Peters couldn’t have been blessed with a more appropriate first name, considering that he starred in commercials for the Proctor & Gamble household cleaning product known as Mr. Clean, which was also the name of his character in the ads. Often cast as a villain in various acting roles, the muscular, intimidating Peters will instead be primarily remembered for attacking dirt and grime in TV commercials during the 1950s and ’60s. (92, pneumonia) —ER

Sunny von Bülow

Martha (Sunny) von Bülow, an American heiress, spent her last 28 years in a coma. Her husband, Claus, a Danish-born society figure and man-about-town, was twice convicted and later acquitted of trying to kill her. She was discovered unconscious on her bathroom floor in 1980, and she never regained consciousness. Claus divorced Sunny in 1988 and currently lives in London. He and Sunny had discussed divorce, but it was noted at his trial that a divorce would have deprived him of the $14 million he stood to inherit from Sunny’s will when she died, instead leaving him with a paltry $120,000 a year. (76) —ER

Dock Ellis

Former Pittsburgh Pirates pitcher Dock Ellis always claimed he was under the influence of LSD when he pitched a no-hitter against the San Diego Padres in 1970. Ellis, who eventually founded an anti-drug program in Los Angeles, said he didn’t know the Pirates had a game that day, much less that he was scheduled to pitch. He picks up the story in an interview that was published in Lysergic World in 1993: “I was in Los Angeles, and the team was playing in San Diego, but I didn’t know it. I had taken LSD . . . I thought it was an off-day, that’s how come I had it in me. I took the LSD at noon.” His girlfriend, who had also taken acid, was reading the newspaper and shouted, “Dock, you’re pitching today!”

“That’s when it cost $9.50 to fly to San Diego,” Ellis remembered. “She got me to the airport at 3:30. I got there at 4:30, and the game started at 6:05 p.m. It was a twilight-night doubleheader. I can only remember bits and pieces of the game. I was psyched. I had a feeling of euphoria. I was zeroed in on the [catcher's] glove, but I didn’t hit the glove too much. I remember hitting a couple of batters and the bases were loaded two or three times. . . . The ball was small sometimes, the ball was large sometimes, sometimes I saw the catcher, sometimes I didn’t. Sometimes I tried to stare the hitter down and throw while I was looking at him. I chewed my gum until it turned to powder.” Ellis reportedly talked the Pirates’ catcher into putting red reflective tape on his catcher’s mitt to provide him with a target. (63, cirrhosis of the liver) —ER

Bobby Fischer

It’s hard to believe now, but Bobby Fischer was front-page news while competing in the World Chess Championship of 1972. All of America got chess fever during his climactic match with the Soviet Union’s Boris Spassky. City parks were soon littered with players on the benches, and there was a great episode of “Columbo” with Laurence Harvey as a homicidal chess master.

As it turned out, America deserved a better chess hero. Fischer was a brilliant player, but he grew increasingly unstable in his daily life. He refused to defend his title in 1975, gave up competitive matches until a 1992 rematch with Spassky (Fischer won), and lived all over the world while making increasingly loony statements. His anti-Semitism reached a dizzy climax after 9/11, with Fischer cheering the terrorists while calling on the U.S. military to take power and “arrest all the Jews.”

He wasn’t too crazy about other chess players, either. He might be best remembered for creating the popular Fischer Clock that provides a time limit for players’ moves. (64, renal failure.) —JRT

Richard Fortman

Fortman was the world’s foremost checkers champion, writing the essential book Basic Checkers, among several others about the game. Fortman was renowned for winning games blindfolded, as well as effortlessly winning while playing up to 100 matches at the same time. (93, natural causes) —ER

 

Dead Folks: Writers

 

Dead Folks: Writers

A look at some of the notable individuals who passed away in 2008.

January 22, 2009

Studs Terkel

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Studs Terkel.

 

Pulitzer Prize-winning author Studs Terkel wrote books that focused on his interviews with ordinary Americans. He called his style “guerrilla journalism” and is credited with establishing oral history as a viable genre. “The thing I’m able to do, I guess, is break down walls. If they think you’re listening, they’ll talk. It’s more of a conversation than an interview,” he has said of his interview approach. His interviews ranged from former slaves to Ku Klux Klan members. He acknowledged his time managing Chicago hotels popular with blue-collar workers as an indispensable part of his education as a writer and observer. He was blacklisted from radio and TV during the McCarthy red scare, but returned to radio in the mid-1950s for a 45-year run of his own show. (96) —ER

 

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Dave Stevens’ creation, The Rocketeer. (click for larger version)

 

 

 

David Foster Wallace

An American writer of novels, short stories, and essays, Wallace is best known for his 1996 novel Infinite Jest. He later covered John McCain’s 2000 presidential campaign for Rolling Stone and cruise ships, tornadoes, and state fairs for Harper’s Magazine. Wallace suffered from depression for two decades and, at the advice of his doctor, quit taking medication in 2007 because of the side effects. He hanged himself a year later. (46) —ER

Dave Stevens

Few cartoonists indulged their fandom like Dave Stevens. He started out drawing storyboards for music videos and Hanna-Barbera cartoons. Fortunately, Stevens had all the right pop-culture obsessions needed to become a visionary geek. In 1982 his comic book The Rocketeer paid tribute to 1930s cinema and pulp fiction. The folks at Disney eventually turned the series into the best comics-based film of the 1990s.

Stevens was also an early advocate for pin-up queen Bettie Page. The Rocketeer’s girlfriend was drawn as a Bettie look-alike, and Stevens created a popular series of Bettie Page portraits. He always claimed that he was setting aside royalties for the then-reclusive Page, and kept his word when Bettie finally reemerged in the 1990s.

In a blow against geek stereotypes, Stevens was a handsome man who was briefly married to B-film sex siren Brinke Stevens. His high standards kept him from being as prolific as lesser artists, so it was even more frustrating to lose him at a relatively young age. (52, leukemia.) —JRT

Roger Hall

A spy working for the Office of Strategic Services during World War II, Roger Hall wrote a 1957 memoir titled You’re Stepping on My Cloak and Dagger detailing his experiences at the OSS. The book pokes fun at military protocol while praising the dangerous tasks undertaken by undercover operatives. Among the goof-ups he recalls is his first mission: parachuting into Allied territory instead of Nazi territory because the OSS. had not been told that General Patton had pushed the Nazis back. He later refused an offer to join the CIA.

Working a variety of jobs as he struggled as a professional writer, he was once the public address announcer for Baltimore Colts football games until he was fired for announcing the following after a questionable referee call: “A seeing-eye dog has been lost. Will the owner please return it to the officials’ dressing room.” In later years, Hall reportedly took great delight when told that You’re Stepping on My Cloak and Dagger had become a vital component of CIA training. Instructors would hold up a copy of his book and inform new agents, “Never let this happen again.” (89, natural causes) —ER

Tony Hillerman

Hillerman authored 30 books, most famously the 18 that feature Navajo police detectives Joe Leaphorn and Jim Chee, which weave Native American lore into the mysteries so organically that the reader is not aware how much he is learning, not only about Navajo culture, but about the struggles of these people to deal with the dominant Anglo culture around them. The books are eminently readable, with a special kind of spookiness all their own. After the success of the books, Hillerman remembered that his first agent advised him that if he wanted to get published, he would have to “get rid of that Indian stuff.” (83.) —BG

Dave Freeman

A lot of inappropriate jokes were made when Dave Freeman fatally fell on his head while in his home at Venice, California. All the obituaries were obliged to note that Freeman was the coauthor of 1999′s 101 Things to Do Before You Die. (47, head injury.) —JRT