in their own placesâeverybody stayed right where they âbelonged.â I mean, down south Negroes were still riding in the backs of buses.
By the end of the party, Duchamp had invited Taylor to his table when he realized that he was a famous underground actor/poet. I talked a lot to Duchamp and his wife, Teeny, who were great, and Taylor danced all night with Patty Oldenburgâshe and Claes had been living in California for a year âto get the feel of a new environment,â she said, so they could send back a âbedroomâ for a group exhibit at the Sidney Janis Gallery in early â64. (Claes had done
The Store
on the Lower East Side in â61, and in â62 heâd changed the name of the Ray Gun Manufacturing Company to the Ray Gun Theater and staged happenings like
Injun
and
Worldâs Fair
and
Nekropolis
and
Voyages
and
Store Days
down there around all his soft sculpture.)
They served pink champagne at the party, which tasted so good that I made the mistake of drinking a lot of it, and on the way home we had to pull over to the side of the road so I could throw up on the flora and fauna. In California, in the cool night air, you even felt healthy when you pukedâit was so different from New York.
Somewhere in here the girl who you could call my first female superstar arrived in Los AngelesâNaomi Levine. She was staying with the sculptor John Chamberlain and his wife, Elaine, in Santa Monica. Before we left New York, Gerard and Wynn had introduced us at a performance at the Living Theater on Sixth Avenue and 14th Street, and then weâd all gone up together to a black-tie opening at the Museum of Modern Art. Naomi was working at F. A. O. Schwarz, the Fifth Avenue toy store, but she was also making films; she was very film-studentish. Jonas Mekashad just printed something in his âMovie Journalâ column in the
Voice
about one of her movies getting confiscated (and one of Jack Smithâs, too) by a New York film-processing lab for having nudity in itâand they hadnât merely confiscated it, theyâd gone ahead and actually destroyed it! Naomi said she was in L.A. to raise money for the Film-Makersâ Coop. But Gerard and Taylor kept claiming that she was in love with me and that thatâs why sheâd flown out, that she was disappointed we hadnât invited her along for the ride.
Out in Hollywood, I kept thinking about the silly, unreal way the movies there treated sex. After all, the early ones used to have sex and nudityâlike Hedy Lamarr in
Ecstasy
âbut then they suddenly realized that they were throwing away a good tease, that they should save it for a rainy day. Like, every ten years they would show another part of the body or say another dirty word on screen, and that would stretch out the box office for years, instead of just giving it away all at once. But then when foreign films and underground films started getting big, it threw Hollywoodâs timetable off. They would have wanted to have everybody waiting out another twenty years to see total nudity while they milked every square inch of flesh. So Hollywood began to say that they were âprotecting the public morality,â when the fact was they were just upset that they were going to be rushed into complete nudity when all along theyâd been counting on lots of money from a long-drawn-out striptease.
By this time Iâd confessed to having my Bolex with me, and we decided to shoot a silent Tarzan movie around the bathtub in our suite at the Beverly Hills Hotelâwith Taylor as Tarzan and Naomi as Jane.
Wynn knew a tall, red-headed kid from Harvard named Denis Deegan out there who knew John Houseman, so then we did some filming at Johnâs house, where we met Jack Larson, whoâd been Jimmy Olsen on televisionâs âSupermanâ and who at this point was writing operas. We all went down to the pool and Naomi took her clothes right off and
Ruth Wind, Barbara Samuel