The Madness and the Ecstasy

Kim Fowley: Ladies and gentlemen and those who aren't sure, the glorious day in pop music has thusly arrived. It has been decreed that a Jewish mother shall be given birth, or shall give birth—which is it, Rodney, give birth to or given—? Anyway, a Jewish kid's gonna make it big, man. It is now time for the beautiful people like Donovan . . . Mickey Rooney . . . one of the Beatles to step aside because a growling savage has hurled himself from the precipice of the lava-stained ledgers of the Sunset Strip, leaping out the Eating Affair . . . A jackass king storming through the petrols of the planetary galaxies. At last we have an idol . . . we have Wild Man Fischer! Who is gonna take us from the darkness and out of the fog and the dampness . . . He's gonna take us into bruises and cuts and bandages, baby, and iodine! . . . Wild Man Fischer is going to get us back in the parking lot—HITTING EACH OTHER WHERE WE BELONG! NO MORE LOVE AND FLOWERS!!—because Wild Man Fischer is standing naked leading us up the anthill towards greatness after all . . . We teenagers need a idol . . . We teenagers of the street and the suburbs need an idol (urp!) . . . We pseudo-intellectuals of the high schools and junior colleges need an idol . . . We record producers need a new artist to imitate with our groups . . . and we teenyboppers—scream out, teenyboppers! [low gnarly snork a la Dick Barber]
KF & RB: Wiiild . . . Maaaan . . . Fiiiischerrrrr . .
KF: Somewhere a girl has cut her throat and slit her ankles—the reason for her love death is . .
KF & RB: Wiiiild . . . Maaaan . . . Fiiiischerrrrr . .
KF: Somewhere a young homosexual boy gets ready to burn his red silk underwear because he has just seen the sweatshirt and jersey of . .
KF & RB: Wiiiild . . . Maaaan . . . Fiiiischerrrrr . .
KF: Somewhere deep inside the Los Angeles County jail, they are digging away underneath the red brick underwear rooms called cells, where a guard has taken a certain dangerous drug called hope, and he too seeks for . .
KF & RB: Wiiiiild . . . Maaaaaan . . . Fiiiischerrrrr . .
KF: As the flying saucers [suitable eerie vocal noise by RB] ever presently soaring through our universe, getting ready to make their appeal to our mutant species, have agreed in a council of Jupiter war crimes pact at the last fifth-dimensional galaxy, that when it is time for an Earth leader to arise from the ashes, they will come down and share with us their ingenious way of life—if the spaceships come down and ask for our leader—
KF & RB: WILD—MAN—FISCHERRRRR!!!! . .
KF: [with the same eerie vocal noise as before by RB] If ever an evangelist should come to the Sunset Strip searching for the answer to what has gone wrong with all of us teenagers, we will point towards the Colonial West on the Sunset Strip in Hollywood, and we will cry out as loud as we can—
KF & RB: [weakly] Wiiilld Maan Fischerrr-r-r-r-r . .
KF: All—the—groups—will imitate him . .
RB: [sings] Merry go, merry go—
KF & RB: Merry go round!
RB: Toot toot! Tootootoo tootootoo tootoo . .
KF: [sing-song]
It's just been heard from the West Coast
That a new sensation's com-ing
His name is Wild Man Fischer
His personality is rather cun-ning!
RB: Ye-aaah!
KF:
He's hard rock
He's off beat
He's left field and he
Never yields to the establishment's position on the way of life his wife is beaten down on in the ground! (???????)
And then on page twenty-seven, Roulette Records says:
We have a guy named Wild Man Tony
And he's not a phony
Like Wild Man Fischer
This is no baloney
He is left field
He is out of sight and he—
Wait a minute! The Puerto Rican market, they have Wild Man Rodriguez!
RB: Who's he?
KF: That's Wild Man with Spanish boogaloo drums on his records . .
RB: Oink, oink!
KF: That's Wild Man Rodriguez . . . Soon all of America was overcome by Wild Man Fischer fever! [sings] Wild Man Fischer! Let's say it again—
KF & RB: Wild—Man—FischerRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR . . . !!
RB: Maybe for President!!
KF: Wait a minute! We forgot one thing! Play a Beatle lick, play something like "Day in the Life"—the big rumble in "Day in the Life" that goes crunching out, you know . . . [RB obliges] It had to happen. It HAD to happen. A junior college student on summer holiday in London has brought a Wild Man Fischer album to the Beatles! Right now the Beatles are listening to this album!! [RB strikes up an inspiring tune] Wild Man Fischer is the next Beatles, Beatles . . . and he is going to COME ACROSS AMERICA like a RED DRAGON! He is going to BE the next Beatles in fact, and Elvis Presley and Colonel Parker shake in their mansion because they too know that they're being challenged . . . For all over the world boys and girls are rising up in the madness and ecstasy, to proclaim—[sobbing with joy(?)]—that in fact there' one leader, and all over the land can be heard their chanting voices . .
KF & RB: Wiiild . . . Maaan . . . Fischerrrr . . . Wiiiild . . . Man . . . Fischer—
KF: They will come running out of every door . . . they'll come running out of every window . . . Pretty soon the boys will sing: Wild Man Fischer! Wild Man Fischer! Wild Man Fischer! [enter the GTO's squealing with typical girlish glee] Wild Man Fischer!! Wild Man Fischer!! Yaaaay! How 'bout that, girls! Yaaaay!! Wild Man Fischer!! Wait a minute! Girls! Who do you wanna make love to?
GTO's: Wild—Man—Fischer!!!
KF: Girls! Who is your idol?!
Miss Johna: Mmm, I really think a lot of Wild Man Fischer for his courage, y'know . . . it's—God, he has so much courage! The first time I saw him at the Whiskey, he was just up there with so much courage! He just did whatever came into his head, he did, you know, like—wooow! I just had to run up to him and say "Oh! Just come with me, Wild Man!" I didn't b— oh! I couldn't believe it!