“Death is a turn on… and I’m close to death” --Kim Fowley

DEATH WARMED OVER
Will Kim Fowley be remembered
as a cum stain on rock ‘n roll history…
or something much worse?

Interview by R.S. Rhine

Kim Fowley is a brilliant-insane-derranged-mentally-decaptitated-impressario-social-lite-musical-producing-prodigy-avant-garde-songwriting-pervert-cancer and polio survivor-bon-savant. Oh, and he discovered the band The Runaways.

Did we leave anything out, Kim?

Kim Fowley: No, I am not the headless horseman. But, I agree with your description. You might add that I reek of greatness!

G&C: That’s what that smell is… I though your Depends needed changing. You have described yourself as Fagan from Oliver Twist. Is it because you like to corrupt and exploit youth? Or, like to have your nipples twisted? You mind of remind me of Lurch from the Adams Family bred with Andy Warhol and slid out of the birth canal of Angelica Houston.

KF: I am eternally young and you can never be too thin...hence my Fagan comparison. Youth corrupts & exploits me every time I introduce a new star to the marketplace. My nipples belong to the women who need nourishment...

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