Johnny Thunders has been dead for 17 years now. Whoa. I had the opportunity to see Thunders live in a few different bands he was in, but my most vivid memory of him was actually less musically oriented, and more humor and food oriented, sorta. Flash back to Englander's; a club/pub/bar in Hillside NJ that held shows (The Smithereens concur that their first gig was there). It was October or November sometime in the early eighties. I could not find the date searching online & am not great at retaining exact dates so far back. Fill in your own if it makes you happy. Englander's was situated on a main street, and I was parked with friends on that street somewhat down a hill from where the club was. We were early, and Thunders was notorious for playing late, if at all, so we were hanging out in the car probably smoking weed and listening to tunes. I was sitting in the front passenger seat, and lo & behold I see a person struggling with something at the top of the hill, close to where the bar was. It was an object that was fairly large - larger than a bastketball, and they were having trouble handling it - it was obvious it was heavy. There was just a sheen of ice/frost on the sidewalk, and I could see that was making it difficult for the person we now were watching - deal with this item.
So my friends and I watched this figure, picking the object up, dropping it, pushing it around on the sidewalk, slipping backwards, then forwards, then backwards...you know, envision any Three Stooges episode complete with sound effects & you know what I'm talking about. Not a 3 Stooges fan? Try America's Funniest Home Videos. There's always someone breaking their neck on that show for laughs. Anyway, it was amusing and really engrossing. We were stoned, remember.
Wooooohow. Slowly, they get down the sidewak and are within a car length of myself & my buddies. I realize that it is Johnny Thunders struggling with a frozen turkey. This is the time of year when all the supermarkets give away free turkeys for a certain amount spent on groceries & he's gotten
one, and he'll be damned if it gets the best of him. He's trying to navigate this glacial butterball down the sidewalk to somewhere(?), and the turkey is certainly putting him through hell. He continues sliding and stumbling on past the car, we say nothing, just gape at him and the turkey and watch him disappear down the street. Perhaps he turned the corner. I don't even recollect how we reacted, but it seemed more momentous than hilarious at the time. Eventually he played a set that evening once he got his shit together - it had taken a LONG while, but once he could stand and get in front of the mic, Thunders was good to go. Usually really good to go, once he got onstage.I miss his performances as well as his antics. He was so much more interesting than anything in the tabloids nowadays. Wanna pay homage to Mr.Thunders/Jaywalk/Volume/Genzale? Go to the Johnny Thunders Fan Forum or check out some of these galleries. RIP sir, July 15, 1952- April 23, 1991.
I once saw Johnny play at the Nightshift Cafe, a remarkable small music club in a strip mall in Naugatuck, CT. It must've been 1989 or 1990. That night he had trouble staying on the stage. He kept wandering off, mid-song, to smoke or whatever. The band was obviously used to this, but the blonde backup singer (don't know who she was) tried to keep singing and encourage him to come back, "c'mon, Johnny, come back to the stage..." Finally, he just came back up with joint in one hand, what I seem to recall was a White Russian in the other, and continued to sing. It was so pathetic, yet so amazing in some ways. He never gave up, that guy.
Posted by: | April 24, 2008 at 11:20 AM
Thanks for the great story. I think of Johnny quite often and wonder "what if...".
Posted by: Will Rodgers | April 24, 2008 at 09:22 PM
I met Johnny at a now defunct Manhattan club called Spo-Dee-O-Dee, or something like that. He was hanging out with Sebastian Bach. Both of them were very nice.
Posted by: Harry McLeran | April 24, 2008 at 10:46 PM
I'm one of the Mods at the Chatterbox forum you mention above. Thanks for the shout-out and the story!
Posted by: MG196 | May 25, 2008 at 01:07 PM
I remember Johnny. He was some baseball player. The last time I saw him was at his sister Mayann's wedding reception at Knights of Columbus on 31st Avenue in Jackson Heights (a/k/a East Elmhurst). His mom, Maryann and his mom, Josie, lived in the basement of my family one family house. This old, retired cop who lived next door used promise t Richie Flynn, a kid from down the block "to beat up the ginnie [Johnny]." I think Johnny polished him off everytime, and Flynn never got any dollars. The last time I saw Johnny at his sister's wedding reception at the K of C in queens, he had a stratocaster and was going play for the reception. I don't remember what happened after that. I may have split. Johnny died in '91 and so did my very good friend songwriter Doc Pomus. Funny, Johnny performed and recorded several of Doc's songs ("Seven Day Weedend"; "Little Sister"...). Doc also died in '91. Funny, huh?
Posted by: Will | July 05, 2008 at 02:16 AM
Redux:
I remember Johnny. He was some baseball player. He was a good kid, two years older than me. But I think he was also a bit of a sad kid. At least my mom and dad used to feel bad for him. The last time I saw him was at his sister Mayann's wedding reception at the Knights of Columbus on 31st Avenue in Jackson Heights (a/k/a East Elmhurst). His mom Josie, Maryann and he lived in the basement of my family's one family house. This old, retired cop who lived next door used to promise Richie Flynn, a kid from down the block, a dollar "to beat up the ginnie [Johnny]." I think Johnny polished him off everytime, and Flynn never got any dollars. The last time I saw Johnny at his sister's wedding reception at the K of C in queens, he had a stratocaster and was preparing to play for the reception. He had on a sharkskin suit. I don't remember what happened after that. I may have split. Johnny died in '91 and so did my very good friend, songwriter Doc Pomus. Funny, Johnny performed and recorded several of Doc's songs ("Seven Day Weedend"; "Little Sister"...). I understand that Willy DeVille, one of Doc's writing partners found Johnny's body in N.O. Doc also died in '91. Funny, huh?
Posted by: Will | July 05, 2008 at 02:23 AM
I live in West Virginia , far far from the big NYC. I was 15 when I picked up the NY Dolls first album (on 8 track tape)
It really was a big musical influence. Just wanted everybody to
know us West Virginians appreciate Johnny Thunders. Oh well
Posted by: Scott Eric Rebrook | January 22, 2009 at 05:10 PM
I remember Johnny from the UK Club around '79 and '80; an after - after hours club on 13th and 3rd in New York. It seemed like we talked all the time there.
I didn't know who he was so he said "I'm the greatest f...ing rock and roll guitar player in the world". He said that to me all the time.
He talked about dying all the time too though. We both did to be fair. And although NOW I know who is; to me, he was someone who was sensitive, brilliant, at times and funny.
We used to sit together sometimes not saying anything at all.
He was a human being; and a good one. Better than most.
Posted by: Cheryl McBee | July 14, 2010 at 12:28 PM
I was at that show in Hillside, NJ. I was standing at the bar before the show started and turning to my right there's Johnny looking up at me (and I'm only 5'6"), wasted, as one of his posse demanded 'Johnny, what do you want to drink?'. I also remember that the cops showed up and the show was cut short as Johnny announced from the stage 'The piggos are outside!' Still the best show that I ever saw there. Remember Studio 10 on Bleecker St. down the street from CBs? We saw him there one night with Joy Ryder on stage with him. It was a kooky place, really.
Posted by: Ron G. | February 10, 2012 at 11:06 PM