I read that very few got away with calling Arthur "Art".....I think Michael related a story in Pegasus-- that one big dude acquaintance called Arthur "Art"in a parking lot...Arthur wisely let it go?
Am I remembering correctly, Michael?
Any personal recollections from Johnny about growing up together discovering your mutual love for music would be appreciated too, but please let me know if I am overstepping your kindnesses here....none-of-my-business would not be taken wrong, Johnny.
Arthur "Art" & Johnny
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"Art" delayed
Sorry for the delay answering this question. I can answer my part now anyway...
Yeah, my friend Conrad called Arthur "Art" the night of the Valley Music Theater concert. I had comped him and Moose and Woody in and they even got to sit right down front next to the revolving stage, so they could make faces at us every time we revolved their way. Might have been a fun time for all, except for some reason that night, we did a really short set... like a half-hour, maybe, tops.
So, on the way out to the parking lot after the show, Arthur and I were walking past Connie and his friends as they warmed up their Harleys and, above the din of the motors, Conrad yells out, (to paraphrase), "Hey, nice set Art! Hope you didn't strain yourself! You know, if I had paid to get in I would have demanded my money back!" Without looking at Connie, Arthur says, "Yeah," and kept walking. You know...kinda snubbed him. Then Connie and Moose and Woody all laughed and roared away.
The intellectual son of a doctor father and a lawyer mother, Conrad was the wayward child...a stereotypical Hells Angel, with the greasy clothes and boots and hair, who rode an immaculate Harley adorned with a kitty-cat tail light.
He was the kind of guy who would wrassle with the cops and swallow the dope when he was pulled over, and keep a stuffed wolf he named Wolfgang on rollers outside his front door to keep watch while we all snorted crank and drank beer and popped reds inside his pad.
He was the kind of guy that loved the great old movies like "Paths of Glory" and "Elektra Glide In Blue"... the kind of guy that would die of a heroin overdose in his mid-twenties.
Conrad's the only guy I ever heard call Arthur, "Art."
Yeah, my friend Conrad called Arthur "Art" the night of the Valley Music Theater concert. I had comped him and Moose and Woody in and they even got to sit right down front next to the revolving stage, so they could make faces at us every time we revolved their way. Might have been a fun time for all, except for some reason that night, we did a really short set... like a half-hour, maybe, tops.
So, on the way out to the parking lot after the show, Arthur and I were walking past Connie and his friends as they warmed up their Harleys and, above the din of the motors, Conrad yells out, (to paraphrase), "Hey, nice set Art! Hope you didn't strain yourself! You know, if I had paid to get in I would have demanded my money back!" Without looking at Connie, Arthur says, "Yeah," and kept walking. You know...kinda snubbed him. Then Connie and Moose and Woody all laughed and roared away.
The intellectual son of a doctor father and a lawyer mother, Conrad was the wayward child...a stereotypical Hells Angel, with the greasy clothes and boots and hair, who rode an immaculate Harley adorned with a kitty-cat tail light.
He was the kind of guy who would wrassle with the cops and swallow the dope when he was pulled over, and keep a stuffed wolf he named Wolfgang on rollers outside his front door to keep watch while we all snorted crank and drank beer and popped reds inside his pad.
He was the kind of guy that loved the great old movies like "Paths of Glory" and "Elektra Glide In Blue"... the kind of guy that would die of a heroin overdose in his mid-twenties.
Conrad's the only guy I ever heard call Arthur, "Art."