Retaliation by some drunk closet homo at the city council, angry and bitter because he cannot be himself.
So he takes it out on a real homosexual who has the integrity that moron will never have.
Country Singer Charlie Bitch sings to Madame:
People Like to Talk
Oh how they love to talk
And when we get behind Closet Doors
and he lets his hair hang down
and he makes me glad that I'm a man
No One Knows What Goes on Behind
Closet Doors
Behind Closet Doors
Freddy Fender?
This parody is more like the Madame and Freddy on a Bender!
Charlie Rich and his wife were driving to Florida for a vacation after seeing their son Allan perform with Freddy Fender at Lady Luck Casino in Natchez, Mississippi, when he experienced a bout of severe coughing.[7]
Guess Lady Luck Casino was kinda unlucky for Charlie.
After visiting a doctor in St. Francisville, Louisiana, and receiving antibiotics, he continued traveling until he stopped to rest for the night. Rich died in his sleep on July 25, 1995, in a Hammond, Louisiana motel, at age 62.[8] The cause of death was a pulmonary embolism.[1] He was buried in the Memorial Park Cemetery in Memphis, Tennessee.[9]
Some old Somerville geezer was advising me to marry an ugly woman because good looking women weren't trustworthy. I was about 20 and worked with the weirdo. "Trumped," him, didn't I, by dating MEN!!!!! Lots of GOOD LOOKING guys!
He was in Teele Square with the Aerosmith groupie and they were having lunch. He put on Behind Closed Doors by Charlie Rich on the jukebox. The Aerosmith groupie was more into Cheap Trick. He said to her "I love this song" and her quick reply was, "Yeah, you old queen, behind Closet Doors."
He did not like that. HA. Shut him right up. As she related to me "Bobby was plucked." That was before I put a restraining order on her. Didn't she get the memo, when I'm in bed with a woman I don't want to see her naked beside me in the morning. I ran out the door and got some coffee.
Fag Hags all over the place...sheesh. She was a hot little number poured into her denim suit. The good thing? I was her security blanket when I was a very good-looking 20 year old man and she'd walk arm and arm with me in New York...a bevy of VERY handsome men would stare at us! Now THAT I got off on!
Damn...what a waste ...we should have pulled those numbers in...oh well...had my fun but I was not fully knowledged in the ways of homosexuality at that point in time.
...we walked into the Chelsea Hotel where my band was staying. They all had the hots for her! HA! She was a 17 year old fox and they were drooling over her. She was throwing orange peels out the window and two of my guitarists were watching her bending over the window's edge and drooling, just drooling. Keep drooling boys, they weren't her type. Nor was she mine.
She finally got the hint and started chasing gay guys at The Other Side on Piedmont St in Boston where Bowie showed up to dance after his first Boston concert. Ahhh, the good old days.
In the 1990s when she banged Bowie at the Four Seasons Hotel, Boston, I called Norma Nathan at the Boston Herald who wrote her masterpiece "Bowie and Arrow."
Her grandmother, whom I really liked, called her on the phone "You're in the Boston Herald" and slammed the phone in her ear! HA Bowie and Aerosmith, but few know about the third-rate Steppenwolf guitarist she nailed up in Lowell...it's a LONG WAY DOWN. She tried to sue me over a paper I wrote, THE FOUR WHORE TOUR but, instead, I put a restraining order on her. She, of all people, should have known better.
"Joe, did you call that Norma Nathan up? Bowie didn't want it in the papers."
"Why are you always blaming me. Didn't the father of your child pick you up at Lechmere station asking you where you were all night? And you replied "Fucking Bowie, what's it to you?"
"You're right, Joe. Sorry for accusing you!"
HA! SHE KNEW IT WAS ME!!!!!
Good old Justice McHugh, God Bless him. I think the testimony I gave the judge that she CO-WROTE the article FOUR WHORE TOUR is what made him decide she had no case. *The four of them were busy ladies being very unladylike! Billy Idol, Ray Davies, Dave Davies (KINKS,) a local cocaine dealer turned police officer (not kidding! He tracked down one of my boyfriends for me to find out he was engaged to his MINISTER!,) Ozzy's guitarist Randy Rhoads, all of Thin Lizzy...busy, busy gals....should we finally publish FOUR WHORE TOUR? As that Canadian publication said "reads more like a shopping list."
McHugh's gorgeous clerk cleared the courtroom ostensibly for lunch. The judge called us in with no witnesses in the court and asked me to play the tape. An empty courtroom in Cambridge and I politely said to the judge "Your Honor, tell me if the recording is too loud." I then cranked the sucker to MAXIMUM in a Perry Mason moment and her voice cackled throughout the court room
"You'll be found DEAD next to your friend, and play this for the police!"
Ouch! Judge McHugh said "That will be Exhibit A." Got that right. Now do I get to take the clerk home??
I wrote to her lawyer and advised him not to go into court with his boots untied. He looked ridiculous.
As Atty David Skerry said "He's a seasoned courtoom veteran." Got that right, David.
Why do they mess with me? They all end up losing to Pro Se Jose. Just ask Harvey and Ronnie!
As for Bobby!!!! He was old back then in the seventies so he sure in hell ain't around now to litigate!!!!! Not that he could...
Post-script: I'm at an Aerosmith concert at the Worcester Centrum in the press section in the 1980's and who is sitting next to me? The daughter of Norm (WBZ) and Norma (Herald) Nathan!
Amusing!
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