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Post by Xenu on Feb 21, 2005 0:16:26 GMT -5
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Post by Starbuck on Feb 21, 2005 0:53:28 GMT -5
This is a shock.  My sympathy is with Hunters family and friends at this time. |
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Post by Starbuck on Feb 23, 2005 23:59:31 GMT -5
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Post by Xenu on Feb 24, 2005 0:31:38 GMT -5
That might be the coolest thing ever. I'm pretty sujre Emerson, Lake, and Palmer have some of those big cannons left over from that tour where the 52-piece orchestra kept falling through the floor...
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Post by Starbuck on Mar 1, 2005 15:46:07 GMT -5
Ralph Steadman: It's going to be one hell of a funeral The old bastard. The stupid bastard. I was woken at 3.30am to hear a friend telling me Hunter was dead. I wasn’t surprised — he said he was going to do it — but he has left me with a huge problem: in 1977 I foolishly agreed to Hunter’s funeral plans. Christ knows how I am going to carry them out. He wanted his ashes shot out of a cannon on 100ft-high stainless steel tubes in the shape of a huge red fist with two thumbs. Johnny Depp (who played Hunter in the film of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas) is trying to get a Hollywood special effects company to do it. Hunter told me he feared he would end up feeling trapped by life and when I last saw him he could hardly bloody walk. He had had two hip operations and it had left him just hobbling around. He didn’t like himself that way. I remember the first time I met him in April 1970, when we worked together covering the depraved, decadent people at the Kentucky Derby for a magazine. Truth was that no one looked more raddled and depraved than we did. He was 6ft 6in of solid bone and meat, in huge white plimsolls and short pants (he only ever wore short pants, even when he visited me in England). He looked at me and said “Holy shit! They said I was looking for a matted-hair geek with string warts and I guess that I ’ve found him.” Thirty years on he hadn’t mellowed. One of the last times I saw him he didn’t turn up until 3.30am. He brought with him half a bottle of Chivas Regal and a magnum of Australian shiraz. When I took him to my local pub he asked for a Glenfiddich. When the landlord poured the usual measure he asked whether it was a free sample, then insisted on having a long glass filled up with whisky and asked if there was a gun he could borrow. He even almost shot me once — by accident — trying “shot art”, where you shoot bottles of ink suspended over sheets of paper. His legacy is that he showed people that you can do anything — you just need to pit yourself against authority. His writing is powerful and angry. It doesn’t sit comfortably on the page but jumps up and down. It’s compulsive reading. One drunken night we wrote a song together. It was called Those Weird and Twisted Nights and Hunter wrote the chorus: “Never mind the nights my love because they never really happened anyway.” That’s what I feel like now — the weird and twisted night of his death has not really happened, it’s just his imagination and suddenly I’ll find out he’s still here. Ralph Steadman was talking to Glenda Cooper www.timesonline.co.uk/printFriendly/0,,2-525-1502182,00.html |
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Post by Xenu on Mar 1, 2005 16:26:26 GMT -5
I'm reminded of a famous Thompson quote: " God, Hell!" I really hope that right now, somewhere, he & Warren Zevon are sitting at a table, pissing off the angel waitresses to no end.... |
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Boz
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Post by Boz on Mar 3, 2005 20:04:51 GMT -5
Hunter.....hopefully I'll be somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold.
R.I.P mate.
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Post by Starbuck on Mar 3, 2005 21:14:45 GMT -5
Both Johnny Depp and Sean Penn wore Gonzo pins at the Oscars.  |
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