How much more evidence does one need!?????
Napoleon (aka Napi) called me last night from Amsterdam, told me he is there recording with Zappa alum George Duke. Asked me to come over if I was in Berlin, but I am not I am in NYC, so I can't massage those guys even though I would love to be there. Can't be everywhere at once, innit? He also mentioned doing press for the upcoming release of his cd:
An historical CD will be released in December 2009 entitled “This is What Frank Zappa Heard – Just in Case You Were Wondering – Live at the Red Noodle in Waikiki, Hawaii”.
On August 8th, 1973, Frank Zappa was alerted by his road manager, Marty Perellis, that an incredible band with an extraordinary lead singer was performing downtown to a
standing room only audience … and that it might be wise that he come and see this for himself.
When Zappa went to the club and watched the show, he saw a young talent sing, dance, play sax, flute and keyboards, in a manner that clearly made it appear that he was having
more fun than even the other patrons in the club.
After two hours of observing and listening to this young man and his very disciplined band of musicians, he introduced himself as Frank Zappa, and the young man introduced
himself as Napoleon Murphy Brock. The next words out of Zappa’s mouth were, “You are my new lead vocalist.” (Check napol
eonmbrock.com – INTERVIEWS – for more details of these conversations.)
The rest is history, as these releases attest to:
APOSTROPHE ROXY & ELSEWHERE ONE SIZE FITS ALL BONGO FURY
YOU CAN’T DO THAT ON STAGE ANYMORE – LIVE IN HELSINKI FINLAND
THE DUB ROOM SPECIAL (DVD) A TOKEN OF HIS EXTREME (DVD)
SHEIK YERBOUTI (All Background Parts) THE EVIL PRINCE (From “THINGFISH)
Grammy Award Winning Performance ZAPPA PLAYS ZAPPA (DVD-2006)
PLEDGE FORM FOR PRE-ORDERING “THIS IS WHAT FRANK ZAPPA HEARD – JUST IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING”
PLEASE SEND NO MONEY:
This is a form for pre-ordering this historic CD. IF YOU PRE-ORDER, THERE WILL BE NO SHIPPING CHARGE.
(The CD will be autographed upon request.)
This was taped on TEAC 4 Track Reel to Reel on August 8th, 1973 and will be released in December 2009. This CD performance has been digitally enhanced will put you at the next table to where Frank was sitting, and you will experience what Frank Zappa experienced and what later was described as “the audition of a lifetime”.
Just fill out the form below, and mail – or e-mail it – to the following address: firstname.lastname@example.org or napoleonmbrock.com
Napoleon Murphy Brock
P.O. Box 817
San Jose, California 90187
Number of CDs @ 15 Euros each ________
STREET ADDRESS / CITY/STATE or COUNTRY E-MAIL ADDRESS
I have sad news. Kit, one of our beloved Dot Bots, based in Calgary Canada was killed by a motorist while on her bike. I had a feeling something happened to her as it was very unlike her not to respond to emails. unfortunately my suspicions were true. I came across this link:
explaining Kit's death. She was only 26 years old! 🙁
Kit was polite, kind, dependable, honest and an ambitious hard worker. She was a very talented therapist and great person. I send my deepest sympathy to her friends and family. The world lost an angel.
Next time you go to the farmer's market, you may want to take some protection with you. At least in Berlin.
Reuters is reporting that a motorist in Berlin beat a 24-year-old woman selling white asparagus because he was upset about her asking price for the springtime vegetable.
“The motorist said her prices were totally over the top,” said Dietmar Keck, police spokesman for Havelland district west of Berlin, without adding how much she was asking.
The man screamed at her that her asparagus was overpriced, and punched her in the face and threatened to unleash his attack dog at her. She fled and called police.
Prices for white asparagus fluctuate wildly during the short spring season, peaking in the early season at 10 euros per kilo. Prices now range from 1 to 5 euros per kilo.
Click HERE to see full story
Mitch Mitchell & Billy Cox
of The Jimi Hendrix Experience
Buddy Guy, Jonny Lang, Kenny Wayne Shepherd, Robby Krieger
Legendary Doors guitarist,
David Hidalgo & Cesar Rosas of Los Lobos
with special performances by
Legendary Howlin' Wolf guitarist,
From Stevie Ray Vaughan's Double Trouble,
Doyle Bramhall II, Eric Gales,
Sun, November 02 at 7:30PM in Los Angeles.
I would walk ten miles on broken glass to see this show. OMFG!!!!!!!!!!
I am pretty much all better now. YAY! I have been making up for lost (eating) time let me tell you. I am leaving Thursday to fly to Berlin so between now & then I have tons to do, lots of loose ends to tie up etc..
Last night I visited Arturo Vega, a friend I have had since I was 15. He is the Ramones creative director and has designed every official Ramones t-shirt out there. He invented that Ramones symbol:
Anyways, Arturo turns 60 this month; my fellow Libra pal will be celebrating his birthday with me in Berlin. He is coming for some art exhibition. The Ramones signed their very first record deal in his flat, the same flat "The Loft" he calls it, he lives in today (around the corner from what used to be CBGB's).
Arturo showed me the new DVD he produced called "Too tough to die". It isn't even out yet. It's all Ramones material, most of it never before seen and it included the unveiling ceremony for the Johnny Ramone statue. Artie is quite the salesman, I ended up buying lots of Ramones t-shirts etc. I get them half price but $80 is $80. I have more Ramones shirts than I know what to do with lol.
I have to get my ass into bed, my final Doctor visit is tomorrow (he will look at what used to be my tonsils one last time). It helped me a lot to vent here in my blog; without that I would have been not only in pain, but very frustrated. I love to write, it feels great.
That reminds me, I have to publish another Ask Dr. Dot blog, it's been a while.. busy busy busy..
Friday, January 26th, 1:30 am.
Instead of posting my NYC blog, I have to get this out now. Tonight, while jogging with my iPod on full blast, I stopped to stretch (like I do several times). I put one foot up on what ever is closest, a fence, building, step, etc. It was after midnight, which for some is a strange time to jog, but for me, very normal. I was stretching and a German man wearing thick glasses started yelling at me. I couldn’t hear a word he was saying, so I just kept on stretching thinking he must be drunk or have mistaken me for someone else.
He had a bike in his hand, and was walking it fast towards me, still yelling. I said, over my music
“I can’t hear you and I don’t speak German” which isn’t true, I can speak German but at this hour, I really don’t want to talk to a strange man on the street anyways, and especially not while I am working out. I want to just focus and get it over with.
He came way up into my face yelling and started to trap me against the building with his bike, cornering me.
I said “woah! Don’t touch me!”. Now I could hear what he was screaming, and he seemed furious that I didn’t speak German and yelled “You should speak German here in Germany! Do not ever put your feet on a building like that!”.
At this point I didn’t give a shit what he was screaming the point was he had me cornered and I couldn’t get out, even after a few tries so I pushed him and his bike just enough to squeeze out and I ran between to parked cars out onto the street, thinking he couldn’t squeeze through that gap very fast with his bike. I was wrong.
He followed me on the side walk, me running as fast as I could. I ran like mad, the freezing cold air hurting my lungs. Instead of taking a right onto my street, I kept on and took the next right as I didn’t want this freak knowing where I lived.
There was no one out on the street, unfortunately and the street I turned onto was dark. I was panicking as I didn’t know if he was still following me. Half way down that street I turned back and sure enough, he was.
I ran faster and took the next right and there was a man walking his dog. I thought about stopping and asking for help, but was so freaked out, I just kept running. I passed a bar that is open 24 hours a day, and thought about running in there too, but I didn’t want to be cornered by this guy at all, so I took another right which brought me onto my street. He sped up to me on his bike, cut me off so I couldn’t move and punched me EXTREMELY hard in my mouth; I fell back, knocked out. When I snapped out of it, I was screaming and crying and blood was pouring out of my mouth, and the cowardly German was already half way down the street.
My cries for help went unheard and no one could have caught him anyways. I ran into the bar bleeding and the drunks all poured out. None of them understood me because I was crying in English, and they couldn’t help anyways. So I ran home and called the Police.
Sorry, no pretty picturse today ^
This reminds me of the time I was punched out by a German man in NYC (!!!!) right on 2nd ave, right out side of a karaoke bar. You can click HERE to read that story and HERE for the follow up. He kept calling me a “Jude Votze”, (which means
Jewish Cunt) “Jude Schwein!” (which means Jewish Pig) because of my Jewish Star of David necklace basically.
Even though I am not Jewish, I have many Jewish friends. The guy was caught and charged with a hate crime.
About 10 years ago here in Berlin, before I had a cell phone, I was in a phone booth talking to a girlfriend, broad day light and a German guy was waiting very impatiently out side, pacing. He opened the door, grabbed the phone out of my hand, hung it up, then slapped me violently across the face, than ran.
Just last week, I was in a disco, which I NEVER do, with my friend Shai. As I went to the bathroom, an Earth Wind and Fire song began to play, so I started dancing alone. The dance floor is on the very bottom floor and everyone up top can look over the railing at the dancers. I looked up at Shai most of the time, smiling as in “come down here girl” and a German dude, who looked a bit like Woody Allen started trying the hump dance with me and talking to me and I politely moved away.
He started to talk to me and I said “ I don’t speak German” and kept dancing and looking up at Shai. He then walked up to me and said “We do not want your big tits on this dance floor bitch” so I spit in his face. Then he shoved me wicked hard across the dance floor and Shai was looking and shocked as hell and asked one of our male friends to check it out. I just kept ignoring the guy, dancing, hoping he had learned his lesson. He came back and said MORE obnoxious slander
and shoved me again.
One thing that pisses me off about Germany is the way the men think of girls as completely equal. Perhaps in Politics, this is a good thing, but everywhere else it sucks. They do NOT open doors, compliment or help females in need, ever. Even when play fighting with a boyfriend, they will hit you as hard as they can.
I have been told this by many of my girlfriends who live here and date Germans as well. They will not buy you a drink, flowers or help with the rent even if you live with them. And they think NOTHING of punching a woman square in the face. I am afraid to go out here anymore.
When I called the Police, they came in (with the Ambulance team) and asked me to explain everything. They said there could be two explanations. 1) the guy was the land lord of that building and is anal as fuck about
foot prints (it isn’t even wet out tonight) or (2) because the initial contact (stretching locating on
building) was directly next to the Kreuzberg park, which is very dark and rumored to be dangerous at night, they think he may have just used that as an excuse to talk to me then perhaps intended on dragging me into the park to rape me. Either reason is fucked up.
The Doctors (the Ambulance team) said I have to ice my upper and lower lip, the blood clot will take a few days to go away, but thank God (I think my Mom and Granny are up in heaven looking after me) my teeth were not broken, nor my nose. My lips and nose are swollen up like
balloons and I wonder what Mr. Joe Jackson will think of my appearance when I massage him tomorrow evening.
He just moved here from London, telling me how much he loves Berlin. I told him I want to move to the UK and so, I guess the grass is always greener.
I am still shaking like a leaf when I type this and was hesitant to even write about it, as if the German press gets wind of it, they will for sure be like “oh, she is just doing that for publicity” just like they did when the Nazi like German knocked me out for wearing the Jewish Star. Showing sympathy is not one of their better qualities. One paper, the “Berliner Zeitung” (which is known to be very right wing) tried to turn it around “our poor German citizen is sitting in jail for a couple days, poor guy”. They made me out to be the bad guy. Very frustrating indeed. They just can’t admit that there are still very racist men here.
A black dude was beat into a coma a few months ago here in Berlin. Luckily the found the two skin heads and they are now in jail. I have to say, I afraid to live in Berlin, it is violent, especially for women. Not GUN violent, but cave man style violent.
You can and will get punched, randomly, female or not. I have many girlfriends tell me their
tales and tales of other girlfriends who get shit walking home at night. I will never leave the house without mace again. I mean, I was just out JOGGING, not bothering anyone and this shit happened.
I can barely type this because my hands are shaking so bad. NOT AMUSED with German men at this point.
Chivalry is not in their dictionary. If you are a German woman, and can still breed, do us all a fucking favor and teach your baby German boy, it is NOT ok to hit a girl. For fucks sake!
I assume the house I was stretching on was the German bully’s house, so the cops and I went there to check it out.
They will now get my pictures of everyone who lives in the two buildings that are next to each other to be safe and I will hopefully spot this bastard and bring him to court. Like I have time for such shit, but he needs to learn a lesson. Germans always register with the Police, where they live and all have photo identity cards, so it shouldn’t be too hard to pin point the guy. WANKER.
Next blog will be a happy blog, I hope. I am thinking to myself, like most victims do, “was it my fault? Did I provoke this? Could I have handled this better?” I try to think of what I could have done differently, but when a strange man corners me at night, and won’t let me go, I act naturally and push and flee.
I just don’t get it how a man can punch a female in the face. I told the German Police, that in America, it's not acceptable for a man to hit a girl. They said "it happens hereALL the time". Nice!