I met Alex the Candle maker (Willie Nelson) at Grossmans and at some point rented him and his cult of candlemakers the basement at the big house we had on Jarvis st. They mostly were into Tiki candles then. But I remember being stoned on acid one night while Alex explained his plans for a waxogen bomb. Alex's conversations were mostly about wax.He could get rather heated about it and we mostly tried to avoid him.
There used to be this very stoned black dude that hung around the Pilot. He was apparently a gigalo to some rich white women who lived nearby.He was usually very stoned and rarley spoke and was sort of a daytime fixture.
So this one day the pilot was mostly full with all of the usual gang that showed up at fiveish. We saw Alex come in and we all sort of moved so the only space open was across from Leroy. We all sort of glanced at the meeting of these minds. They talked for a minuter or so when alex jumped up and hammered his fist on the table." I've been making candles for 12 years!." And Leroy says"Light up the world man, Light up the world!"
My bandanna story:
When I did my sailing trip down south 1974 -75 I used a bandanna as my main protection for my bald head. So I am walking down the street in Miami and my bandanna slips. So I go to a nearby store window for the reflection and flip it into a triangle and tie it behind my head with the triangle hanging down over my face. As I flip it up to tie it behind. . . . I realize it is a bank and the guard is drawing his gun. I run fast and hard.
Back in the sixties Bill Bessie was a CBC announcer. He was a general joe job announcer except he had a tv show Saturday mornings. It was called the Cousin Bill Show and it played Country music and showed ccompletelyunrelated movies of cows. Somehow it became a favorite of a bunch of us hippie artist types. A little later I was managing Duke Redbird and He had an appearance reciting poetry on the Tommy Hunter Show. It happened to be the first TV show Anne Murray was on in Toronto. So Duke and Tommy and his producer(whats his name the guy that married Anne and shaped her career?) Anyway we are walking down the hallway to the main studio When Bill Bessie came skulking along.
I couldn't resist. I shouted like a crazed fan." Wow! Cousin Bill! Hey look everybody It's cousin Bill. I don't Believe It. He's my favorite TV Star". I ran over and got him to autograph something while the others waited for me in complete amazement. I loved it and I sure hope Bill did.
In 2003 I went to the CART races in St. Petersburg Florida, I sprung for the VIP package which included 2 viewing locations , pit passes and free food and booze. On practice day I was lining up for lunch and started chatting to the guy beside me. He owned the company that had put down all the new tarmac. he mention my accent and I told him I was Canadian.
Oh he says do you know a fella named Bob Campbell? Hmm the guy with the catamaran in Lauderdale. I say hesitatingly. "Ya that 's him! Stunned I said I met him once or twice.
I used to love to go to the trots at Greenwood. You could just grab a Queen Streetcar and it took you right to the door.So I often went about the same time all week long and one week I get this same guy all week. he yaps out loud all the way out there. "I dont know why we go they fix the races. You see that fucking wire they just move it to where they want to."
all the non stop he blabber s loudly. So after a few days of this I cant take it anymore. I turn to him and say"Will you shut up! I am trying to read the form. Do you have to keep talking to yourself? He looks right at me. "I'm not talking to my self!" I'm talking to everybody." i shut up.