THE BIG DADDY!
This is the
Jimi Hendrix of Fillmore Psychedelic Posterdom...the Big Kahuna,
the Brass Ring, the King of the World. It doesn't get any better
than this...the justifiably famous "Flying Eyeball"
poster by Rick Griffin.
When you own
this, you own THE poster, mama. THE poster!
There are three
Avalon Griffin posters which are in this league...but at the end
of the day, this is THE ONE. This is Pure Stuff, right from the
center of Griffin's incredible imagination and artistic skill.
His Masterpiece of Masterpieces.
I have 232
posters, among which are well over a hundred great works of art
for sale here...and this baby sits at the top of the pile---it
sails above it, all on its own.
Do I want to
Will I sell
as part of the whole collection.
with the legendary Von Dutch (Keith Howard), and Big Daddy Roth
down in LA while he was involved in the surfing/hot rod culture
down there...the flying eyeball is actually Von Dutch's logo,
and this design is a homage (or,
as Funky Jack laughingly insists, a rip-off) to him. I prefer to be less cynical...but Jack
has a point.
When I lived
in London in the early 70's and was playing drums, I made friends
with Jack McCulloch, a drummer who managed the Fly record label
for The Who. The heavy metal band I was in at the time, Third
World War, was signed to Fly because our bass player, Jim Avery,
played with Jack in Thnderclap Newman. The road manager for our
band was a wonderful, self-effacing, and very efficient guy simply
known as "H." I never knew his full name---Howard-something.
He was previously Jimi's road manager up until Jimi died. When
I moved to LA several years later in 1975, I received a card from
his girlfriend stating that H was lost at sea, presumed dead.
In 1997 in England I was watching that great special on Jimi Hendrix...and
all-of-a-sudden there was H talking about him...on top of that,
H was living in the flat in Notting Hill where Jimi died when
he was with us.
H commenting on this poster when he would come by the house to
pick me up...it was the one poster of my collection he wanted,
and he kept on at me about it....and I almost gave it to him in
a weak moment.
asked me to come down to the Speakeasy, a swanky musician's hangout
in Margaret street, just off Upper Regent Street, and share the
drum duties with him while he showcased his guitarist younger
brother, Jimmy, who had just finished playing with John Mayall...maybe
Jimmy followed Eric, but I think another famous guitarist worked
with John before Jimmy.
tell me why he was showcasing Jimmy, and I didn't ask.
was in the audience and was looking to hire Jimmy for Wings. As
a result of that "audition" showcase, Jimmy got the
gig. And later, Jimmy returned the favor by getting me into McCartney's
audition for a new drummer for Wings after Denny Siewell left.
Only I didn't get the gig! (I
didn't feel bad, though, Mitch Mitchell auditioned just ahead
of me, and he didn't get the gig, either).
came by my flat, he would try to talk me out of this poster.
After I moved
to LA at the end of '75, I got a call from Jimmy in '76 or '77
telling me he was at John Mayall's house at the top of Laurel
Canyon and asked why I didn't show up at the final four nights
for the Wings Over America tour. I should have gone to the sound
check, but instead I tried to get in the stage door along with
every star in Hollywood. I didn't make it, so I gave up.
where were you? I arranged with Paul to have a whole percussion
setup for you on stage, we expected you to show up for the sound
check and you could have played all four nights!"
me up to Mayall's, and I stayed two incredible days of partying
with the most congenial and thoughtful host one could imagine:
John Mayall. Lovely guy with a fascinating history. My good friend
Jerry Phillips joined John and me as we incredibly stood naked
on his balcony, holding hands, looking at the topless girls in
the pool 12 feet below while they shouted and wiggled their encouragement
for us to jump. We jumped---holding hands and nothing else---and
was it PAINFUL!!!!
We all came
spluttering to the surface groaning in agony as the girls were
laughing and congratulating us (on being so stupid).
Rock 'n Roll.
That was the
last time I saw the affable and charming pixie-like Jimmy....he
died just a couple of years later in England in 1979...at 26.
Such a shame, such a lovely, sweet, talented guy.
Here's to you,
When I finally
left Mayall's house, I decided to walk back to Hollywood...it
was a beautiful day and I needed to clear out the cobwebs. Half
way down Lookout Mountain, a guy in a Caddie stopped and asked
if I wanted a lift into Hollywood. It was James Clavell.
If you want
to read more, order The Loop by following the links to "BOOKS."
has staple holes in the corners, otherwise it's in perfect condition.
It belongs in a musem.
These all do,