Showing posts with label David Peel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David Peel. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 25, 2025

John and I Wrote Songs About Each Other (1980)

David Peel performs with his band.  Those flags remind me of a certain pair of jeans John wore.

Peel with John and Yoko (did this man ever close his mouth when he got a photo taken?)

 

John and I Wrote Songs About Each Other

By David Peel

The Toronto Star

December 14, 1980 


    I don't get stoned much anymore, so I remember it all very clearly. In the fall of 1971, John Lennon was on St Mark's Place, the main drag in the East Village. I couldn't believe how easy it was to meet him. I invited him to meet me in Washington Square Park to see how I did my scene. I didn't think he'd come, and lo and behold, he showed up. There was a big crowd, and I started singing "Pope Smokes Dope", and he got turned on to that.

     I was an underground street musician then. I still am. I'm still living in the same place I lived 13 years ago, after I got fired from my job on Wall Street for letting my hair grow long, on the Lower East Side, on Fifth Street. When I met John, he was living at 5 Bank Street in the West Village. He was far safer there than uptown.  In the village, people are people. When he moved uptown to the Dakota, it turned into an exhibition. 

    John and Yoko were into American radical politics. Later in 1971, we played together at St Mark's place. Of course, the police couldn't stand the pleasure of what was going on, so they stopped it. That's when John wrote the song about me, "New York City". I consider that the highest honor. At the same time, I was writing a song about him; I wrote 'The Ballad of New York City, John and Yoko.' They were just blown away. They loved it so much. They asked me to be on Apple Records. Of course, I said yes.

     In December, we went to Ann Arbor, Michigan, to help John Sinclair get out of prison by getting public support for him. Sinclair was in prison for the same reason they wanted to throw John and Yoko out of the country: two joints of marijuana. We played at the University of Michigan's Chrysler Arena as the Plastic Ono Band at about four in the morning. Three days later, Sinclair was out of prison. He had been sentenced to 10 years.

     We went on the David Frost Show in January. We had 14 people on the stage. I played skiffle board and Yoko played drums... and man, the energy. I have never, never included the time when he was with the Beatles seen John so happy. 

    My Pope Smokes Dope album was banned in every country except America and Canada. Later, Yoko and I sang "America" together. It came out on my John Lennon for President album that was released last month. 

    John wasn't afraid of anyone when we played Ann Arbor; we had 40 bikers around him to make sure no one would touch him. Without the Hell's Angels, there would be no Mick Jagger right now. When that person pulled a gun at Altamont and the Angels stomped him, they stopped the murder of Mick Jagger, and I thank them for that. If the bikers were still with John, this would never have happened.

     John Lennon didn't really change me. I'm still the same person, but his friendship was like adding another color to the rainbow. It was a very beautiful thing, and I'll never forget it.

Sunday, May 17, 2020

Up come a man with the guitar In his hand





I had no idea there were so many different frames of John, Yoko and David Peel in San Franciso in 1972 until I really started to look at them all. 

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Farewell to the New York City Hippie, David Peel

His name was David Peel
And we found that he was real --John Lenoon "New York City"


Today the Beatles community lost yet another member:  John Lennon's friend and protest song writer, David Peel.    David was one of those eccentric, hippie New York guys that loved to smoke pot and play music.    Everyone that knew him has some crazy, funny story to share about him.    He really was a John Lennon fan and was often seen a Beatlefests, not as a speaker, but as a fan with a guitar, singing along with everyone else.  
It is so sad to see so many of John's friends passing away.    I have no idea exactly how heaven works, but I sure hope they get to somehow hang out and jam together again.