Ratso is Mary Rat; Killer is Hellin Killer, and Tiger is Steve Tigerman.
I had a pair of pet rats, Bromo and Alka, who had a few litters. (They were in seperate cages but kept escaping.) I found homes for most of them but had to give or sell several to pet shops.
I have absolutely no idea where this POP! gig was. It must have been in the South Bay but it could not have been the Smokestack (later called the Fleetwood) as they didn't have two rooms where bands played; did that place on Redondo Pier?
1 April 1977
I set my alarm and put the phone by my bed... Trudie called at 8:00 and said she would take a bus and be there at 11:30. But they woke me up when they all came at 10:00, Trudie, Ratso and Killer. We took my rats. That one does look like Johnny Rotten! There were six boys and two girls. I gave five to the pet shop. They have some monster rats!
We picked up Tiger and went to Hollywood Boulevard but first we had a big fight about going to Todd's old house. [In the Hollywood hills - I just wanted to see it!] I got super pissed that Tiger and Killer came, cause Trudie said she didn't mind going. I finally found that book! [No idea what this book was...] We got mad at Tiger cause he was being impatient. Then we had to go to the sex shop [jewelry for Killer] and the Aardvark [used clothes]. Then Tiger went to school [UCLA] and we ate his Top Ramen [presumably at his place on La Cienega] and we went home and got in a gigantic traffic jam.
So Killer got in trouble and almost couldn't go out that night. Trudie stayed here and we called Furruzie [Peter Furru]. His sister [Teddi] said he was sick and couldn't go to Pop! Then later Robert Marlow (who wanted us to give him a ride to the Santa Monica Civic - I'm sure!!!!) said Peter was having a party! That asshole liar!!!
So anyway Killer came and I had to go get Ratso, and in a while we went. There were SO MANY SURFERS!!! I never saw such a surfed-out place!! They were all saying stuff like: HollyWEIRD!, Hollywood Swinging! Motorcycle Mamas! Da FONZ (???!!!!) and junk, and they would shove their friends into us and ask where we came from and touch us. GEEKS!!!! They asked Ratso if she had a knife - some surfers said we had been threatening them!!!!
We had to wait in this long line and when we got up there they said there was no guest list. So Trudie and Helen paid, and Ratso was going to but I didn't have any $$. [Like usual...] I didn't want to borrow any from Killer. Finally the guards said, "You're holding up the line! Just go on in..." So we got in free!
DD [Faye], Audrey [Pavia] and Don [Waller] came. POP! were going to be playing in this almost empty room and we went to the bathroom.
I came out and told Roger [from POP!] what had happened and he tried to get Trudie and Killer their money back but they never did. Then all these geek surfers started dancing to POP! And they did all these cover versions. At least they were slightly original cover versions, even Get Off of my Cloud and Under My Thumb. But they didn't do them very well. They played so long. About five sets with 15 minute breaks. I got so tired (and thirsty!!!) so fast and Trudie got mad cause she wanted to have a spaz and we were all falling asleep! I didn't even know who the band in the other room was. That room was twice as big, twice as crowded and twice as hot. I would have been super pissed if I had paid!
When Ratso and I walked to the car some surfer pinched her butt and she said, "Fuck you!" and they started making noises and I imitated them and said all this junk like "Catch a wave, man!", "Later toad!" etc. When Trudie came she was yelling "Fuck you, surfers!" out the window and "Surf out!" and stuff and they all flipped us off.
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