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  • John 8:50 am on December 18, 2013 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: julia densmore negron   

    Rock Star Wife Talks About Wonderland 

    Those on the secret email list for the blog have read this, but I thought I would post it today and also tell you that I am chasing several things, including a man who used to party with Nash and Diles at the house, and a guy who knew Ron at the time of his death. Stay tuned!

    From Julia Densmore-Negron… I can’t post too much from her, she has a book coming out. Comments in parenthesis are mine.

    I hate to post stuff all over the internet because I do want to include in book, however your site seems comprehensive, not just sensational stuff. Sick of reading about Holmes, other then his sleaze pretty much caused this tragedy. The natural course of things, since the house was watched, would have been arrest and more prison time for all those guys. I found the (Holmes) preliminary transcript interesting, though I wasn’t part of that hearing. My testimony in the main trial was more to set the stage.. and discuss “B”, who was with me – and was held briefly and released (the afternoon of the murders, they went to the house. She went to call police and “B” was found inside by the cops, briefly held in a squad car and released).

    I know nothing about those other people, they were just low lifes that Billy introduced into the scene. Frankly I never paid any attention to them. When buzzed in we always went straight up to Joys bedroom. And if you knew Joy – you would find it shocking she even took up with Billy. I remember her place in SM (Santa Monica), a nice home and this started that way too. Those scenes in the movie with big loud parties.. I never saw anything like that, very private because of the dealing going on.

    I believe a lot of what you post is accurate. Tom Lange talked to us often about why Nash got so mad (The humiliation part.) If anything I am glad I did not hesitate to call police as that girl Susan was still alive. I did not see her when I went in, but then it was a blur of hideous-ness.. The trial was scary, we feared retribution of some kind although we did not know much, just what I told you. But it was clear what happened and why.

    I was always grateful I went home that night and did not return when Joy called later.

    Det Lange (She remembers him most) talked to Chuck (her husband Chuck Negron) about what he thought might be info/evidence.. it had something to do with Joy or Billy giving Holmes a key? I think Chuck remembered something about it or them asking for it back or something. But you really had to jump through hoops most of the time to get in, call first, then go buzz, wait to get buzzed in.

    That day we found them.. remember Joy had called in the night saying come down, I’ll *give* you something. (this was not usually the case) That word kept ringing in my head and I called often, no answer. When “B” came over we decided to risk wrath and go on down to the house. The metal gate was open, the dogs were loose, that’s why we walked in. I remember the flies.. they must have been dead 12 hours. I did not go upstairs, “B” did. I don’t know that he liked being linked, so don’t publish his last name. After I called the cops he did like an ass go back down there. I called Chuck who was at a meeting with Three Dog and he was furious with me for going in – the killer could have still been in the house as far as we knew…

    SO “B” goes back down there and they put him in cuffs, they released him but the defense brought him up a lot at trial. He was a pussycat. It was crazy.

     
    • Brandy 9:37 am on December 18, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Wow, this most certainly fed my sick fascination with this case. Thanks! I cannot wait for her book.

    • Beth 10:20 am on December 18, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      I guess I’m confused…she’s saying she and her husband discovered the bodies? I thought it was a mover or something? First time I’ve ever heard of this person, I must have missed something! And not to sound mean or anything, but it kind of bugs me when people talk about the other victims as “low life scum” like they deserved to die or something. They were still people, and, afterall, apparently this chick was going there for drugs too, so does that not make her also a “low life scum”? Cast the first stone, just sayin…only low life scum I see in this story even aside from Holmes is Nash!

      • John 10:28 am on December 18, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        Hi Beth. It’s been discussed and posted about here before but with over 500 posts and thousands of comments, it’s impossible to catch it all or read it all. Julia and her friend “B” found the bodies, her husband was in a meeting. Of course, others had been in the house also, but she and her guy friend mentioned it to the movers. People like Paul Kelly may have been in the house but they did not report the crime, they just left. The reason so many people came over that day is because the day before Ronnie was calling everyone to try and move all the newly acquired dope. Early news reports did not know the extent of this and just mentioned “movers found the bodies”. Of course, she is not the first person to refer to the housemates in a negative way.

        • Beth 4:46 pm on December 18, 2013 Permalink

          Ahhh, okay thanks for clearing that up for me, I did go back and read a lot of the posts but I probably missed it! I know others have talked about the housemates in that way too, guess it’s a sore spot for me because I have a brother who could very well be in the same spot someday and even though he’s a loser and a jerk if anything happens to him it will be devastating. I think that’s why I like to hear as much as possible about all the housemates, their lives prior to this, it’s easy to forget they were real people with real histories. Thanks so much for your awesome work on this subject!

    • Mark C 10:54 am on December 18, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Great update,
      Question of the key I say I will never know the truth. But if I was a betting man, Holmes had him a key copied within first 2 hours he first got a key to the gate if this is the case. I guess I am just interested if Holmes let Nash guys in without even buzzing for door to be opened.. Billy had his pants on but very well could of heard somebody outside open the metal gate without first buzzing then it sound like team of horse’s coming up the steps.

      • John 2:58 pm on December 19, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        I would think he copied the key also. Just imagine Holmes thinking “Hey donkey dick, we are all going to the Jackson Browne concert at the Hollywood Bowl tomorrow so don’t stop
        by the house, we won’t be home” I made a copy of the key, woo hoo!

    • dreamweaverjenn 10:52 pm on December 18, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Wow……..you must have been petrified and shocked to say the very least!

    • criticextraordinaire 5:37 pm on December 19, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Julia might not like Johnny Wadd but you got to admit, thanks to him people like Ronnie, David, Joy, Billy, and even Tracy eeked out a little slice of immortality. Without his involvement they were headed to a similar end anyway. John just made it more interesting.

      And finally he did not hold a gun to those peoples heads. They were doing armed ripoffs long before Johnny C. came on the scene.

    • Mark C 10:58 pm on December 19, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      John
      I was just thinking I caught myself doing that once before few weeks ago.. I don’t think I am every going to go on a other web site & share with them what mainly new information that you yourself found out for us on this web site, With your great Detective work.
      You really are doing a very good job on this Detective Work & lots long hour’s of work that you yourself put into getting us all this new information for us to read..
      That just was not the right thing to of had done on my part at all. So Sorry..
      You never said 1 word to myself at all over this type of conduct from myself. I saw it later & said to myself that was A very wrong thing of myself to had did that.
      But look on good side. I did learned from my mistake pretty quick over this problem..
      Let them on the other web site’s find out about new infro. for themselves.. Plus this site 200% better than any other web site that I found.
      Sorry.
      Sorry little off subject but wanted everybody know I feel & I did do something I personally feel it was very wrong thing to have done on my part & I do feel sorry about it.
      Problem is sometimes, Its medication that Dr. give me over at least 9 cracked or bulging spinal cord disc’s and bunch broken ribs & huge number of other beats & bangs all over on my body I got.
      After 33+ years as A Diesel Mechanic/ Welder. Hopefully some of you will understand working with that stuff daily that is way heavier than yourself your body will get beat-up pretty bad after 30 years on job 6 to 7 days a week. 12 hours daily. That is why DR. prescribe that medication to myself for.
      I guess I am Guilty of TUI ( Typing Under The Influence ) Not a excuse, Only a mistake on my part that I try not to let it happen again
      MC.

      • John 8:56 am on December 20, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        No worries. Anyone can come here and borrow what info they want. I’m not at all possessive over things that I have found or posted. It’s fair game. Maybe someone will write a book or something, since I don’t have the time to do it. I have a day job too…and a-hem…a life LOL. Writing a book is hard work and then there’s the leg work and travel.

    • jimmy---chicago 7:36 am on December 24, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      I hope her book is better than chucks read his when it first came out you can tell he has been through mega rehab I hope it’s not gona be one of those hard luck rehab stories with how to tell your loved one is a junkie type chapters in it

      • John 8:07 am on December 24, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        I read a lot of rock n roll books and biographies too, Jimmy. I hate the early years that they always cover. I want to read about sex, drugs and rock n roll and the early chapters are like “I was born the son of a sharecropper” type shit. LOL

        • jimmy---chicago 1:55 pm on December 24, 2013 Permalink

          Yeah im really not into storys that sound like an AA meating or narcotics annonomus

      • criticextraordinaire 7:04 pm on December 24, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        You gotta admit though… the part of Chuck’s book where he talks about his dick exploding is pretty darned funny. :-O

        • jimmy---chicago 8:25 am on December 25, 2013 Permalink

          yeah how about the picture in the book with his wife sitting next to him in the airport with that bandage holding his nose togeather she has this priceless expression on her face like( Im so through with this guy). She looked soooo embarassed

        • John 11:15 am on December 28, 2013 Permalink

          His dick exploded? What the hell. I was talking to a doctor at a party once. He told me men never call back when he asks them to let him know how their ankle or elbow is doing etc. Men will only call back when it is penis related healing LOL (doc, it looks a little less red today) hahaaa thay is so true about men

        • criticextraordinaire 11:30 am on December 28, 2013 Permalink

          Yeah, he was so hopped up on dope that he was having sex pretty much 24/7. Weird as this may sound you actually CAN have too much sex and he wore the thing raw. Finally whilst in the middle of a session with Miss Oklahoma, His “penis virtually exploded” and he was not being rhetorical.

          Here’s a quote from http://beyondthepale-greta.blogspot.com/2012/07/weird-er-side-of-rock-and-roll.html :

          ” But of all the problems which beset the band during their halcyon days, they are most famous for what happened to lead singer Chuck Negron’s penis. Negron was apparently so prolific when it came to bedding groupies that his second most important organ became swollen and chafed, necessitating a visit to the doctor. After examining Negron’s penis, the doctor told him that he would have to lay off sex for a while or there could be dire consequences. Unfortunately, being the rock and roll animal that he was, Negron refused to listen to the doctor’s warning and continued his lothario ways, until, finally, whilst in the throes of lovemaking with an unnamed Miss America contestant, Negron heard a sudden “whooshing” sound as his overused joystick split down the middle (“like a hot dog”, accordng to Negron). That was bad enough, but during the subsequent visit to the emergency room, Negron had to endure the titters and giggles of the hospital staff as they stitched up the maligned member. Now clean and sober for 17 years, having lost every penny he made with Three Dog Night to a drug habit even bigger than his sexual appetite, Negron says that he looks back on the experience with “some amusement.””

    • jimmy---chicago 7:51 am on December 24, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Chuck was not prince charming feel sorry for his band mates and loved ones but chuck and her were dependant on loosers for D O P E so what does that make her both of her husbands were RICH ROCK STARS and her and chuck were hanging out there Im sure there were more upscale dealers for them but oops did they burn them and had to go slumming for dealers in LA

    • jim 8:51 am on December 29, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      rockstar wife said in an earlier post how she and chuck gave furniture to joy( the same joy who was tyring to come on to chuck) and not ask for it back.Well in chucks book he said joy was attracted to him and would carry him ( bank roll him with free dope) so he said he would give joy antique furniture from time to time for that but she would carry him most of the time .Chuck says in his book that he and rock star wife had a 2000 dollar a day habit .They were up to their necks in debt to joy and had to give up there furniture to cover their debts also she claims that joy set them up once in chucks book he says joy got so into debt with a dealer called fat herbie or something else because chuck could not pay this guy back for his habit he smacked joy around to get chucks name and chuck went after him with a shotgun its all in his book .A lot of people colud get the wrong idea from what Julia tries to spin to look good

    • Pixie 10:37 pm on June 26, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      The dogs have been bugging me for the last few days (I’ve been thinking about this case a lot lately due to the anniversary coming up). I had been wondering about whether or not they were harmed during the murders. It sounds like they weren’t. I’ve read in a few accounts that there were dogs (I’ve never been able to find out how many) who were outside behind the gates serving as guard dogs. How many were there, and what happened to them? I think I’ve read on here in someone’s account (can’t remember whom) that they were pit bulls. Do you know more about the dogs? I hope they weren’t hurt. At the same time, they must not have been very good guard dogs if they were hanging around while the murders happened and didn’t harm the intruders. Regardless of their knowing Holmes, if they heard screaming and chaos, then they would have been going crazy and would have attacked the intruders the minute they came back out if they were truly attack dogs. After reading this, with the owners dead inside and people coming and going later that morning, those dogs must not have been true guard dogs-otherwise, nobody would have gotten in.

      I watched the crime scene video again for the first time in years. I remember seeing it the first time and thinking that the detectives who were commenting sure couldn’t seem to hide their contempt for the home’s occupants (I remembered a snarky comment from a detective about dirty dishes in the sink). Watching it again this week, I didn’t get that perception. I also didn’t get the perception that this was a wild party house. As Julia says, the house was rather nice inside, minus the ransacking by the intruders. It was typical of an upper class/middle class house in terms of being fully furnished with furniture that was pleasant, not too outlandish, matching, and in decent shape. Nothing crazy like avant-garde furniture or furniture that had been falling apart or destroyed by too many parties. Certainly didn’t look like the hideout of a gang; nor did it look like a hardcore drug den. It looked like an ordinary house in that part of LA during the early 80s.

      But, I’d love to know more about the dogs. John, did you ever find out about the dogs? What happened to them?

      • John 10:37 am on June 27, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        The dogs were pit bulls named Dylan and Carla. Both owned by Billy DeVerrell. Carla was raised by him, so she was a sweet dog, but Dylan he acquired later and that dog was a bit messed up I guess. Since people came and went all the time, the dogs were used to it. They were not really good guard dogs, and were more pets I guess. Allowed to roam the concrete they didn’t have a true backyard to pee and poop in, so I guess Billy walked them daily, who knows. But Kevin, Bill’s son, says after the murders, with the gate left open, the dogs were roaming the street. Kevin called some shelters and finally got a hit on Carla and picked her up. Dylan was nowhere to be found. But after Kevin went back to his Navy post, his sister took Carla to the beach and not used to so much open space, she ran off at at the beach and sis could not find her. That was the last they saw of Carla. This is all in the book.

    • Pixie 12:05 pm on June 27, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Poor pups. What a sad life they had. I can’t imagine what they may have witnessed. Hopefully Dylan was picked up by a patient neighbor who loved dogs. Coyotes are a big problem in that area, but at least the two dogs were too big to be coyote food.

      I’m curious about Joy’s house in Santa Monica. I wonder if Billy lived with her at that house. I’ve been trying to track down Chuck’s book, but it’s not in any of my local libraries, and Amazon has it for an extortionate price. I think I’ll look into Julia’s book.

      The more I discover about life at 8763, the more I learn that despite her criminal activities and shady friends, Joy was still living a fairly normal life for someone who was a drug addict. I’m curious to know if Billy and Joy’s kids ever came to visit 8763.

      • John 12:14 pm on June 27, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Yes, the kids came to visit, ya know as often as grown kids will do. They just thought it a normal, well kept house. Why it was so shocking after the murders. They didn’t really know the extent of it all. At a birthday party for one of Joy’s daughters, Paul Kelly took a shit on her birthday cake. I can’t remember the particulars but Kevin D. told me that story. Paul was a real d-bag.

        • pixie 12:22 pm on June 27, 2016 Permalink

          Oh hell no. Somethings are unforgivable, and that would be one of them. Do you know what Joy and her daughter did when that happened?

          I’m glad to see I’m not the only one who looked at the images from that house and thought that minus the blood, bodies, the gun displayed on the wall in Ron’s room (I don’t have a problem with the gun per se; I just think it was displayed in a really weird way), and the ransacking, the house appeared fairly normal and unremarkable. I can understand why the kids would be surprised.

    • pixie 12:14 pm on June 27, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Bummer…it looks like Julia’s book hasn’t come out. 😦 Hopefully it will.

    • jimmy---chicago 10:52 am on July 1, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Chucks book seems more fare on what was going on at wonderland compaired to julias interview .She dosent act like they were friends where chuck admits he was friends with them and has true remorse he even used to give joy and billy antique furniture for dope and also conserning the way their house looked just because they were junkies does not mean they lived like slobs .But getting back to julia she is a real trip

      • Woooodstock 6:22 pm on August 12, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        A bit of a tangent but given the insular nature of the Laural Canyon music scene and dopers in general, I’m curious if there is any possibility that Lowell George of Little Feat was involved with the Wonderland crowd? Danny Hutton knew Lowell and did some vocals for Little Feat and Lowell was fond of heroin, wrote a song about it. China White. Any thoughts or info on this?

    • Woooodstock 10:18 am on August 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Tried posting the other day and it didn’t work so I’m gonna try again. I’m curious as to whether anyone has ever heard of Lowell George of Little Feat having any connection to the Wonderland gang. He and Danny Hutton from Three Dog Night were friends, Danny recorded vocals on some Little Feat songs and Lowell was very much into heroin. Hell he wrote a song called China White so it would seem natural for him to be involved with those guys, but I’ve never heard that he was. Any thoughts or info?

    • Woooodstock 11:39 am on August 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Ok, thats strange, both posts show up at the same time but the first one 3 days after I posted it. Oh well.

    • jimmy 11:26 am on August 16, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      With Chucks dependency problems and all the shit that Cory and Danny had dealt with him im sure they didn’t want to get their friends involved . They couldnt deal with him from what I remember in Chucks book he even eludes to the fact they couldnt deal with or tolerate him or his ideas

  • John 8:01 am on November 27, 2013 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: howie gordon,   

    Drama Teacher Who Knew Holmes Pens Book 

    This article is rather outstanding. Thanks to steel for the sweet link!

    My Drama Teacher, The Porn Star

    The director of my grade school plays, worked with the likes of John Holmes. We reunite to talk about his new memoir.

    by Tracy Clark Flory | Salon.com | November 16, 2013

    Bromance.

    Bromance. John and Howie Gordon (Richard Pacheco).

    Howie Gordon directed my grade school plays. As a third grader, I vaguely understood that he was qualified for this gig because he had acting experience. I had no idea that much of it was in pornography.

    It was only a year ago that I figured it out. I was watching “After Porn Ends,” a documentary about what happens when adult performers return to “civilian” life, when I recognized Howie, the father of my classmate, the guy who enthusiastically taught us how to perform on stage and edited videos of our adolescent attempts at acting. It turned out Howie had an X-rated alter ego in the ’70s and ’80s: Richard Pacheco. My drama teacher, the porn star. Not only that but he’s a prolific, award-winning performer and Playgirl Man of the Year who worked with legends like John Holmes and Marilyn Chambers. He was even inducted into the Adult Video News Hall of Fame.

    As of very recently, he’s also the author of a memoir about his days in porn, “Hindsight: True Love & Mischief in the Golden Age of Porn.” It’s a tale of an overweight boy from Pittsburgh who sheds 50 pounds, starts lifting weights and finds himself doing adult movies. Before long, he’s posing for Playgirl and performing with porn’s greats. The book is appropriately filled with salacious details about his flings, on-screen and off, but it’s also a thoughtful and philosophical read. For him, doing porn was political: “I foolishly expected the heirs to the Sixties sexual revolution to be there en masse,” he writes. “They weren’t. And it remained sadly unconscionable that the sexual media for the entire culture of that time was largely relegated to an underclass of amateurs and criminals who mostly created a pornographic world of sexual looting and moral midgetry.”

    He expected more of the medium. It’s no surprise then that he is both a defender of the industry and a critic. “Sometimes the domination of male rage in the industry just gets to me,” he writes. “It comes off as so nasty and mean-spirited that it’s like sex without humanity.” He goes on to explain, “There is more to sex than conquest and vengeance. I want to see that portrayed, too.” Still, he loved his work and stayed in the industry, all the while battling over the idea of monogamy with his none-too-thrilled wife, until the threat of AIDS drove him out of the business.

    I spoke to him by phone about the difficulty of getting erections on-demand, what he thinks of porn today and how he told his kids about his past.

    Let’s start with how you got into porn.

    I was a senior in college and I had a girlfriend who was quite a stunner and one of the freshmen there wanted to make a sex film and invited the two of us to be the stars. I had grown up as the fat kid in life. I was relatively obese from the age of 7 to 17. I had the largest breasts in the seventh grade. I lost 50 pounds in the spring junior year of high school. I went from Quasimodo to Robert Redford and women who had never looked at me were now looking at me. When I was invited to be in a movie because of my looks, well, that was like winning the World Series and taking the ticker tape parade down Broadway. The fact that it was sex was just a bonus.

    I never dreamed it would become a professional career. Cut to five years later, we get a phone call. My wife Carly and I were on casting lists from some acting classes we had taken and they were looking for some women and they asked for her. They said it was a “romp through a hospital” and she asked quite directly, “Is that a porn film?” And normally they didn’t tell you over the phone because they had much more success getting people to be in the movies if they came down for an audition. The guy said, “Yes, it is.” And she said, “Well, I’m not interested, but maybe my husband will be” and handed me the phone.

    was interested — from a personal sense, my fantasy was to meet an X-rated woman. I thought such a person existed. I wanted a “fuck me, fuck me” woman; I’d never been with a prostitute, I’d never been with a bad girl. All my relationships with sex had been about love. I wanted lust and I hadn’t ever been able to make the object of my love the object of my lust. Those were the kind of women I wanted to meet and I thought I’d meet them in the X-rated movies and then come home wiser to my wife. In those days we had a relationship we used to call “yours, mine and ours.” We had free love. We were trying to do Romeo and Juliet and free love at the same time. As I said in the book, we beat that horse for 30 years until it died.

    You talk very candidly about performance issues on-set — this was before Viagra. What was it like having to rely for work on a body part that is, as a general rule, bad at performing under pressure?

    It was extraordinarily humiliating. You didn’t find guys like me in porn generally — and every actor is gonna say that because that’s the first thing that all of us say when we’re fighting the monster of sexual guilt when dealing with the mainstream — but how I was different was, well, for one, I had an average-size penis, or slightly below average I’d even say. Most of the guys in that business are hung like horses. So it was humiliating even to get naked in that crowd. What I brought to the table beyond the size of my erection was two things. One, my body was superb. I was living in the gym at that time. I weighed 143-and-a-half pounds. I had the body fat of a red ant. I had abs like a Greek god. So I was good to look at, and my penis was in proportion to my body. Beyond that, I could act. I just happened to come along at a time when they were trying to improve the quality of the acting. There was the notion that we could develop a market to trump Hollywood by making real movies that had real sex in them, as opposed to sex movies.

    So what happened on that first shoot?

    You can do the push-ups, you can do the sit-ups, you can make your body gorgeous, but you can’t promise that at 10 o’clock on Thursday morning you’re gonna get a hard-on. I get to the set and they’d scheduled a half day. All they gotta do is one scene: me getting a blow job in a closet. Foreplay consists of the director saying to the girl, “You get on your knees” and to me, “You pull down your pants, let’s go.” I’m hard, it feels good. They run out of film, she stops sucking me, and I lose the erection. It’s time to start again, it’s back to step one, and everything works again. To make a long story short, this happens maybe six, seven, eight times. Finally my penis said to me, “Hey, what’s going on here? Are we doing this or are we not doing this?” Then the director says to me, “OK, we have all the footage we need of the blow job. Now come.” At that point the woman starts sucking me like she’s trying to make me come and I don’t know how to slow her down because she just wants to get home.

    She’s sucking, nothing is happening. It’s 1:30. It’s 2 o’clock. They’re waiting me out. It’s 3 o’clock. The girl has her head on my thigh and she’s asleep. I’m so far beyond any humiliation I’ve ever felt. And all of a sudden I start thinking about the first girl I ever made out with. It’s the eighth grade, summer. I start to get aroused. The director sees it and he starts waking everybody up. She reached over and touched me and as soon as she touched me it went away. Her touch scared me at this point. The director said, “Don’t touch him. You masturbate till you come. And when that first squirt comes out, grab it like you did it.” And lo and behold that came to pass.

    What’s the worst porn line that you ever delivered?

    [Takes on exaggerated hillbilly accent] It’s from a movie called “Pizza Girls,” and some pretty girl would come over on roller skates with your pizza and then she’d come in your house and you’d have a sexual act together. When she knocked at the door, I had to say this line: “I’ve got a stove pipe in my pants just a’ waitin’ for you.”

    Let’s pivot to John Holmes. You say at one point in the book, “I would suspect that in reality his great cock was at once a gift and a nightmare for the man who had to live with it.” Why a nightmare?

    Well, because there were women who he tried to enter who no doubt just couldn’t handle it. Some women would see that cock and swoon in religious ecstasy. On the other side, there were women who would just start screaming. On the set, either reaction would be whatever it was, to be used in the context of the movie, but in your private life, what if the woman screaming is the woman you love?

    The electricity of seeing him in action was because we all lived with the superstition, the folk wisdom, that bigger was better. This is the moment that she found out. There would be no more mystery because it wasn’t going to get any bigger. His was like 14 fucking inches. I saw that thing in action and it was real, it’s not fake. It was like a donkey’s. It never really got hard like an average dick got hard, it got hardish, because if all the blood would go to his dick he’d pass out. There’s not enough blood in your body to run that thing. But it was quite something to watch.

    You write about the suicide of Shauna Grant, real name Colleen Marie Applegate, that it was “not the first suicide in the porn community,” that there was “almost one a year.” Why was that, do you think?

    Well, these are misleading conversations if you only focus on that and talk about that without context. The occupation with the highest suicide rate in the U.S. is dentistry. [Ed. note: It might actually be physicians.] But it’s a lot less scandalous when a dentist kills himself than someone in the porn world.

    That having been said, pornography as it was constituted then and as it exists now attracts the desperate, who need to opt out for their own personal reasons. You have a lot of desperate people in porn and where desperate people exist, suicide exists. A lot of people [in the industry] say, “I want to be a movie star. I’m going to have pretty clothes, people are going to worship me.” Instead people look at you with contempt, like you’re scum.

    You said of porn, “It was the rage that used to get to me, the meanness and the rage.” What do you think about porn these days?

    I’m less informed. Mostly what I see are the commentaries about it more than I watch it. I’ll watch the old stuff to death. I’m told that our era is referred to as the “golden age of porn.” Today’s stuff is cheaper, it’s down and dirty and there’s no attempt at the story aspect. It’s just wall-to-wall sex. Most of it, again, is catered to an audience of men and it’s men with unlimited dreams of power who get to use women as toys. One of the benevolent aspects of sex [films] today is that because the means of production have gotten cheaper many more people can make their own and garner access to a market. They can find their market whether that’s lesbian porn, SM porn, shoe fetish porn. Whatever your craziness is, you can find someone making movies about it. In my day, you couldn’t necessarily, there were maybe 30 to 40 movies made a year. Now there’s 12,000 to 15,000 a year.

    What do you think about the current debate over condoms in porn?

    I applaud people who are trying to save their lives. I think it’s ridiculous to risk your life for a buck. The people who are making the money out of this aren’t risking their lives, it’s the actors who are put at risk. I’m a big fan of choice. I think the performer should have a choice. The sad truth of the economics of it is that people who are making sex scenes with condoms are making less money than people who are making sex scenes without them. We’re talking about a business here, we’re not talking about a social movement or a religion. It’s a dollar-driven industry. Once the businessmen see that condom sex isn’t making the same amount of money, fuck condom sex. And that’s why I’m not in the business. That’s the initial reason I got out. People would say, “No condoms” and “Forget about AIDS.” I was resented for even talking about it on sets I was on. The first headline of the heterosexual transmission of AIDS in San Francisco was November 10th, 1984. I was newly married with babies; it was not a time to play russian roulette with my dick.

    Would you say AIDS is why you retired, then?

    Yeah. There was pressure coming from my wife to get out as well, but that was a conventional kind of pressure that dealt with the fact that we had children and her ability to be gracious about me having other lovers was disappearing. She had stopped doing that stuff in her life.

    This is admittedly a tired question for porn performers, but: How did you tell your kids?

    There was a very famous sex therapist named Mary Calderone, who argued initially that sex education doesn’t mean teaching 10-year-olds the positions of the “Kama Sutra.” She argued that you need to be age-appropriate with what you’re teaching. So, it first came up with the phone, because the phone would ring for Richard Pacheco and I had to teach Juliana, and then Polly, and later Bobby, “When the phone rings for Richard Pacheco, don’t hang up. That’s a name that Daddy uses when he’s making movies.”  They would ask, “Daddy makes movies? Can we see ‘em, can we see ‘em?” “No, they’re grown-up movies.”

    Round two was one day, Polly was 10 and just out of nowhere turns to me and says, “What makes them grown-up movies? Do you mean like ‘Silence of the Lambs’?” And I said, “No, no, no, not like that.” And she said, “Well, what makes them grown-up? Sex?” It was just so perfectly right on that there was nothing to say but, “Yeah.” So Polly starts jumping up and down: “Daddy makes sexy movies, Daddy makes sexy movies!”

    I have to ask: When directing our school plays, did you ever worry that you would be outed as a porn star? That the other parents would try to burn you at the stake?

    If it had come I’d have dealt with it. It happened in Little League. When Bobby was 11, I walked onto the field one day and the coach called me over and said, “There’s gonna be trouble today. One of the mothers on the other team knows who you are.” He said, “I of course knew who you were the second you came on the field, and I want to tell you personally that anybody that’s been inside Nina Hartley’s booty is okay with me.” And nothing further came of it.

     
    • mark c 10:01 am on November 27, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      That was I believe the best article I ever read about the “Business” . There was no excuse my language but best word I can come up with There was none of the normal Bull Shit that most porn people add to there stories. It appears this guy really told you a true story from the heart and not in the process of the interview get sidetracked trying to sell you anything such as movies or web sites or anti-porn bandwagon goals .

      • John W 5:12 pm on November 28, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        I enjoyed the article too, Mark. The article was succinct yet covered many areas. However, the image of the director giving on set commands reminded me of my ex-wife (“In, out…in!”) LOL

    • Mark C 4:34 am on December 1, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      John W
      reminded me of my ex-wife (“In, out…in!”) LOL
      You just about caused me falling out of my seat laughing on that one.

    • Brandy 7:15 pm on December 10, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      This was great, thanks.

    • localarts 11:21 am on December 11, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      I wonder what the Christmas atmosphere was like at 8763? Probably no tree or anything associated with the Christmas holiday. Wasn’t it Christmas day 1980 that Holmes sold Dawn Schiller for dope to Nash?

      • John 12:08 pm on December 11, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        Yes, it was Xmas 1980. Joy was Jewish, so who knows but their holiday parties were probably pretty epic. I wonder if they had a tree… or just a Festivus Pole.

    • localarts 2:13 pm on December 11, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      I bet Ronnie would have gotten pretty upset if someone had given him a microwave as a Christmas gift!

  • John 11:18 am on November 26, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    McNeil Island Corrections Center 

    Of course, this is where Ron served his 3 year federal smuggling sentence. It’s near Seattle. There are all types of McNeil videos on YouTube, but this one was produced shortly after Ron’s release…and discusses the closure of the prison. Thus you get a better vibe for the era, along with some valuable imagery. You may read more posts about McNeil here.

    Ah yes, and I have requested Ron’s prison records via Federal Prisons in D.C. However, by the time I receive the records, I am certain that I will have forgotten that I even sent away for them. At a minimum, we will at least know the dates of his confinement. It all depends on how lazy the clerk is that day who opens the letter.

    Today’s vault presentation aired September 10, 1979, when the penitentiary was well on the way to being closed. We took a look at the history of the prison as well as its possible future.

     

     
    • localarts 2:14 pm on November 26, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      “It all depends on how lazy the clerk is that day who opens the letter” In that case it may be never. You know, they could have made the prisoners swim to McNeil island if they were serious about reducing cost.

      • John 2:49 pm on November 26, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        What sucks is that post-1982, the basic profile records are online for federal inmates. Missed it by a few years!!

        • localarts 4:55 pm on November 26, 2013 Permalink

          Damn. Pre 82…microfiche? Just a guess.

    • Mark C 3:47 pm on November 26, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      John
      Little off subject but I do sometimes feel sorry for you. I bet trying keep all of us up to date with all the new – latest details of this crime, I bet sometimes you feel like you are a zoo keeper trying to feed a cage full of real hungry lions..
      Oh well you I think are one happy zoo keeper anyway.
      Just let you know some of us think about your feelings anyway and it got to be a tough job at times.
      But some of us really appreciate all your hard work.

      • John 7:42 am on November 27, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        Localarts is right, Mark. And there are many positives to few negatives. Readers here are really nice compared to other boards. Also, a few cats with peripheral or direct knowledge sometimes send in cool stuff.! Like the post coming here in a minute! Thanks again.

    • localarts 6:42 pm on November 26, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      I believe John would tell you it’s a labor of love.

    • jim ---Chicago 11:11 am on November 27, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      I wonder if Ronnie was a bad ass without a gun did he call shots in his cell block he was kinda small
      I think around 165 lbs

    • localarts 7:08 pm on November 27, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      I think Ronnie was actually closer to 140. I doubt it unless he had Bruce Lee type skills!

      • jim ---Chicago 10:24 am on November 28, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        I assume he was more of a scrapper not the toughest not the weakest either but someone you should not turn your back on . His eyes are piercing and he probably got by on intimidation and reputation you know not afraid to shoot ,stab or go to jail . As for military service I think Holmes in the army had more training in hand to hand combat than Ronnie I mean he was in the air force I think Holmes was a lot bigger I cant see how he let Ronnie push him around I guess he did not want to screw up that connection but I guess size isnt everything ever see that movie from the late 70s or early 80s Scared Straight but Ronnie 140 lbs thats wild.

        • John W 4:09 pm on November 28, 2013 Permalink

          Indeed, Jim. A scrapper… And Ron’s size immediately reminds me of my older brother. Not a big man, but he has that look in his eye that persuades others not to test him.

      • criticextraordinaire 6:10 pm on November 29, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        Ronnie was not huge but he was wiry. In prison he was no doubt in charge of his cell block. I’m thinking that the first guy to try anything with Ronnie served as the example as to why that would be a bad idea.

  • John 7:55 am on November 22, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    Kilmer Talks To Bob Chinn About Holmes 

    At the end, Val gets a little snippy with his assistant.

     

     
    • Bobby 5:12 am on November 23, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Nice video… wonder what Chinn thought of Kilmer’s performance? I also remember seeing a similar video with Werner Herzog and Kilmer having a casual conversation on the same set of “Wonderland” as seen here.

      • Bobby 5:21 am on November 23, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        Found it:

        Sorry but didn’t realise it was so short! I wonder what Herzog was doing on set that day?

    • Jill C. Nelson 7:06 am on November 23, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      This is a great clip! Bob isn’t the type of individual to be critical of anyone. He got along with Kilmer fairly well but admitted a few years back that Val didn’t really listen to his suggestions/advice and did his own spin on the character. Throughout a ten year working relationship and a couple of trips they made together, Chinn knew Holmes as well as anyone could have known him. Overall, I think Val’s interpretation was good.

      • John 7:53 am on November 26, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        I guess Val did a good job character wise, from what I know about John. But, I feel he just didn’t look enough like him. At all. So, when watching that movie, I just see Val Kilmer. I have always felt a less famous actor, and one that looked more like John would have been better…that’s just me.

  • John 10:31 am on November 21, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    Paul Kelly & Maggie Coffman – 1990 Article 

    Saturday morning, I hope to interview Chris Cox, club owner and peripheral player to the Wonderland saga.

    In the meantime, I have not posted this one before. The “red herring”, as Nils Grevillius called it. Right on. I’m no lawyer, but isn’t all this stuff from Maggie just hearsay? After what Billy’s son told me, Paul Kelly was the world’s biggest douche-bag. I wonder what happened to him.

    A few quotes from Billy’s son. We spoke 3 weeks ago:

    Like so many others in this story, “Paul Kelly came from money”. He “always had new threads and a nice car”. He and Billy were friends from “way back”. Paul dated Joy at one time, and that is how Billy met her. And…. Paul once took a dump after a party at the house on either Joy or her daughter’s birthday cake as a joke. Email the blog for more!

    RECORDED TESTIMONY IMPLICATES 3RD PARTY IN 1981 MURDERS

    April 17, 1990 | Section: NEWS | Edition: Valley | Associated Press

    A witness called by attorneys for two men charged in the murders of four people in Laurel Canyon told police in 1981 that another man gave her details of how the crime was committed, according to evidence introduced in court Monday.

    In a tape-recorded interview with police on July 3, 1981, the witness, Maggie Coffman, told police that Paul Kelly was in a “cheerful mood” as he described how the murders had taken place two days before.

    “He’s laughing about it, and he goes, ‘The only one we hated to see go was Billy (DeVerell),” Coffman said, referring to one of the victims in the July 1, 1981, killings.

    Coffman also told police that Kelly described where each of the victims had been killed in the Wonderland Avenue house, saying “We worked our way up. Ronnie (Launius) was one of the first to go.”

    She also quoted Kelly as saying, “I could tell you things that could curl your hair.”

    Coffman was called to the stand by attorneys for Eddie Nash and Gregory Diles, who hope to prove their clients are not guilty of the murders and lay blame on Kelly.

    Nash, whose real name is Adel Nasrallah, 61, and Diles, 41, are charged with the murders of Launius, 37; DeVerell, 42; Joy Audrey Miller, 46; and Barbara Richardson, 22, in what police claim was retaliation for a million- dollar robbery two days earlier at Nash’s Studio City home.

     
    • criticextraordinaire 3:19 pm on November 21, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Taking a dump on the birthday cake… That’s gangsta.

    • criticextraordinaire 5:50 pm on November 21, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      By the way John, can you ask some questions about the Lavender Hill Mob? I’ve not been able to find out much about them on the web. Keep getting hits on some movie from 1951. LOL.

      • John 7:32 am on November 22, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        Yeah sure. I also hate when I’m searching for something and it has a similar name to some unrelated crap.

    • localarts 6:16 pm on November 21, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      I think I have deja vu. I remember this story from way way back when. There was also an accompanying story about police (could be Lange & Souza) having to track Coffman down in Bakersfield. That’s where things start to get kinda crazy with the Launius, Kelly, Coffman thing. Kelly told Coffman he had to kill someone she loved ( Launius ). Paul Kelly was in prison at the time Nash stood trial and when Kelly was subpoenaed he took the 5th

      If Kelly had nothing to do with it, then why the hell would he put himself at the scene of the crime and then invoke the 5th?

      • John 7:48 am on November 22, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        I know, he might have been blowing smoke. I searched my posts and the only thing I found about this topic was you telling me about it local arts. I’m just now slowly tracking down the articles. More soon, hopefully. I would love to see pics of these two star-crossed lovers.

        • Alex 11:12 pm on December 17, 2013 Permalink

          I saw the ending of the movie the other night on TV. It brought back memories. I knew Ron at the time of his death. It does not surprise me but the police did not do a through investigation at the time. Ron had a girl friend that has never been brought to light. She was suppose to be at the house that night but had to cancel. Ron and his wife were not on good terms nor was she at good terms with the other house members. I had heard the same thing as Coffman. I was told Susan was the one who let them in because she was mad at Ron. I was told at the time to keep my mouth shut so I did. The police never investigated Ron’s other girlfriend nor where he was prior to the break in at the Nash residence. Interesting huh? I had always wanted to say something but was warned not to get involved. As for Holmes I believe he just wanted the notoriety but wasn’t thinking how messed up that was going to be. Never heard his name mentioned before the murders.

        • Sheila 9:33 am on December 18, 2013 Permalink

          Since you knew Ron and you were told to keep quiet, was there ever a time that you were afraid that Nash would try to take out any one that had knowledge of ANY YHING about that house or about that night. I can’t imagine the fear and shock and disbelief of the community at that time. These people had no remote regard for human life and that was evident in the crime scene.

          Is is also true that Susan and Ron were police informants before going down South in CA?

        • Alex 5:50 pm on December 18, 2013 Permalink

          At the time I didn’t know anything about Nash. Didn’t know that Ron had committed the robbery. I only knew from my friend and someone else to keep my mouth shut. His girlfriend was very scared and I respected her request. Her house was broken into shortly after and she moved immediately, so I believe she knew more than she shared with me. When that happened I also did not want too much contact with her or her other close friends. I am sure if she reads this she will know who is writing this. She has never spoken of this since. I would read bits and pieces, sometimes she would tell me how the thing was unfolding. She at one point told me the Holmes thing was a joke, maybe he helped set up the Nash house, because he wanted a part in the money but he had nothing to do with letting the murders into the house.

          As for Susan, everyone feels sorry for her but she and Ron were not getting along and she was jealous of his new girlfriend. The fact that she was not killed like the others, lead others to believe she let the murders in, she was staying downstairs. I had never been to the house so I didn’t know the layout. Everyone knew she was going to have memory loss that way it kept her free and clear, she looked like a victim. All people feel sorry for her and she skated.

          Sheila, murder cases are never closed until they are solved.

        • Sheila 9:50 am on December 19, 2013 Permalink

          I think I read somewhere that Sharon Holmes had battled breast cancer and in 2006 or 2007 she moved in with Dawn and she took care of her. I am thinking Sharon died because the picture of her was not one of her looking very healthy.

      • John 10:54 am on November 22, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        Here’s some more from another news summary, LA Times:

        The three trials exposed the seamy underside of Hollywood as few other courtroom dramas ever have. The accused included [John C. Holmes], [Gregory Diles], a 300-pound bouncer and bodyguard, who lost over 100 pounds in jail, and [Eddie Nash]. Nash, whose birth name is Adel Nasrallah, was an owner of striptease joints and Hollywood nightclubs. He spent more than two years in jail in the mid-1980s on narcotics charges.

        Two of the jurors said the defense case was so compelling that they would like to see [Paul Kelly] put on trial for the murders. Another said that while defense evidence against Kelly raised doubts about the guilt of Nash and Diles, it might not be sufficient to convict Kelly.

        Killed were William DeVerell, 44; his girlfriend, Joy Audrey Miller, 46, and Ronald Launius, 37, of Sacramento. All three had been involved in a robbery of Nash two days before in which large amounts of cash, jewels, narcotics and some guns were taken. The prosecution contended that the murders were ordered by Nash in retaliation for that robbery.

    • localarts 2:01 pm on November 22, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      So many moving parts to Wonderland & so many suspects coming in all directions. How did Paul Kelly know Ron Launius was one of the first ones to die, which I believe he was. Remember, Kelly told Coffman about the murders almost immediately after it happened.

      • John 2:32 pm on November 22, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        Paul Kelly might have been one of the first people to walk thru the house that morning, like so many others apparently did. That’s how he knew the locations and how soon he knew about it. Also, if 4-5 killers were present, the victims were all beaten at the same time. 2 men to each room, while Diles or Holmes took care of Barbara. I bet they were out of there in 20 mins.

        • Sheila 3:03 pm on December 17, 2013 Permalink

          John I thought I remembered hearing that there were only 3 people who entered the house but maybe that was the Nash robbery. I couldn’t see how 3 people could kill 4 people without someone getting away and calling for help. Where do Kelly and Coffman fit into this? I have read so much I can’t keep it all straight.

        • John 8:08 am on December 18, 2013 Permalink

          Yes, there is a lot to digest. But, investigator Nils Grevillius stated that a witness at Nash’s (a woman) said that 5 men were dispatched to the house: Holmes, Diles, Diles brother Samuel, Joe McLean (aka Hovsep Mikaelian) and another Armenian mob guy named Bulrashian (or Bulragian).

        • Sheila 9:23 am on December 18, 2013 Permalink

          It is so sad that Susan was the only one that survived and due to her horrific brain injury was unable to identify anyone. It is my feeling that they may have thought that even is she did survive her injuries would be so substantial she would never be right again.
          I saw where a blogger asked where Lind was. According to Wikipedia he died of a drug overdose in 1995

        • Sheila 12:33 pm on December 18, 2013 Permalink

          I am guessing that after all the time that has passed since the murders, it is pretty much a closed case now and if they did suspect any one else they are probably dead by now. You live by the sword you die by the sword

    • localarts 5:03 pm on November 22, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Good observation. Thats probably the case.

  • John 3:28 pm on November 20, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    Requiem for a Heavy Wadd – August, 1988 Article 

    To read a big section of the lengthy 1983 Hustler interview with Holmes that I found, go here. It’s on my blog.

    This 1988 article is long, no pun intended. Caution: Profanity below!! I did not alter the photo, someone else did I guess. You will notice a few of the usual inconsistencies with the facts of his life and of other stuff, albeit with what we know about John today…but it’s an entertaining piece nonetheless. Hell, it’s over 25 years old. As the Big Lebowski once said “new shit has come to light!”. Hopefully Jill can drop a few lines in the comments about this gem!

    Enjoy~

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    August 1988

    August 1988 – Hey, I’ve got $4.50.

    Requiem for a Heavy Wadd

    Courtesy of Hustler Magazine – Anthony R. Lovett – August 1988 

    John C. Holmes’s journey from scum sack to body bag.

    The 80’s were not kind to John C Holmes. In the last eight years of his life, the world’s most famous porn star was heavily addicted to cocaine, involved in some decidedly gory killings, charged with murder, held in contempt of the Los Angeles grand jury, caught stealing from his friends, and slowly abandoned by anyone who ever meant anything to him. Add to this sorry list a bad case of hemorrhoids, intestinal cancer, and finally, a lingering death due to AIDS, and you have the makings of what appears to be a cruel joke of titanic proportions played on one man, a godless job for the ‘80s. In the five months before his death on March 13, 1988, the bitter, painful and friendless agony of John Holmes slowly unwound in Room 101A of the Veteran’s Administration hospital in Sepulveda, California.

    Scarcely recognizable in his last weeks, Holmes dwindled to an 85-lb. Skeleton, a semi-coherent wraith who every day slipped further into the shadows. Here was an ordinary joe whose extraordinary large penis had elevated him above the teeming throng and led him down the strange and tortuous path that dead-ends at the VA hospital. Had he been born without the freakish appendage he carried between his legs, John Holmes probably would have never made a porn flick, or had sex with 14,000 women, or smoked a fortune’s worth of cocaine, or died friendless at the ripe young age of 43. His great big dick, the one secretly envied by all men who saw it, fantasized about by all women who dared, was in reality his worst enemy. Once that magnificent organ was revealed to the world, once it was presented to bear the sexual brunt of a size-obsessed society, it became more important than the man who owned it. John Holmes’s cock dwarfed everything around it, including its owner. Holmes spoke of the way his abnormality mesmerized all who gazed upon it, never realizing that he too had come under its spell. The “real” John Holmes, the bumpkin from the Midwest, was soon phased out to make room for the world’s greatest porn star. Holmes spent his leave weaving a complex, contradictory web of lies to cover his tracks. His origins, his home, his very pre-porn life were unbefitting to a stud the likes of “Johnny Wadd.” So over the years, in interview after interview, Holmes perpetuated and embellished a fictional past that he presented as his own. Each journalistic encounter was rife with fallacy, wielding anything and everything but “the truth.” Subsequently, well-meaning news sources tapped into the same litany of lies again and again. They still do.

    Holmes’s true origins are indeed mundane compared to the fairy tale childhood he created for the record. One of John Holmes’s favorite lies concerned a wealthy aunt who, according to Holmes, raised him in a servant laden Florida mansion. It was there, John claimed, that at the age of eight he first encountered fellatio via his aunt’s Swiss maid – not a French maid, but a Swiss maid. John was at least blessed with imagination. Little is known about John’s early years but one thing is certain – he wasn’t raised by a rich aunt in Florida: he didn’t have one. (He would end up there some 35 years later, running away from his LA murder rap.) Publisher Al Goldstein claims to have a copy of Holmes’s birth certificate, and porn celeb William Margold backs it up. “He showed it to me – it was real,” chimes Margold. The piece of paper originally identified the child as John Curtis Estes, born August 8, 1944, in Pickaway County, Ohio. Two years later the name was altered to John Curtis Holmes, and the name of the father, Carl L. Estes, was not to be found on the correction. Holmes often told interviewers that the C in his name stood not for Curtis (which it did) or Cocaine (which it was rumored to be), but for Cash. According to Holmes, his first gig was paid with a check – that bounced. From then on he demanded cash – and took it as a middle name. Holmes never missed an opportunity to embroider his tapestry of bullshit. While the specifics of Holmes’s roots are tenuous, it appears that he sprang from all-American poor white-trash origins in Ashville or Pataskala, Ohio depending on whom you talk to.

    Holmes, a quiet, nerdy kid who was basically ignored throughout his youth, maintained a perfect Sunday-school attendance record for 12 years. Therefore, it’s highly unlikely that John’s first blowjob came from a Swiss maid – or any maid, for that matter – and hardly at the age of eight. In fact, it’s doubtful that Holmes ever got laid before he left home. Yet he claimed, in a 1973 Screw interview, to have slept with “everybody but three girls in my class, and then the class before, quite a few of ‘em; and then the senior class ahead of me, I got most of them.” Two questions arise: How did he ever find time to study? Why can’t his classmates remember the guy at all, especially the myriad of women he allegedly bedded? Perhaps all of the boys at Pickaway High had 14-inch trouser snakes (another lie about Holmes – he measured 12 ¾ inches, not the 14 usually hyped). Holmes left home before his high school graduation to join the Army. He served his country from 1961 to 1963, spending some of that time in West Germany. In the mid-60’s he came to Southern California and, according to Holmes, worked as everything from an ambulance driver to an author of children’s books (titles such as The Little Wee Wee That Could and Goldilicks and the Threeway Bears spring to mind) before discovering that his true calling hinged on the unusual size of his penis.

    Holmes often said he made $100 for his first loop, having been introduced to the filmmakers by a sexually liberated female neighbor he met while attending UCLA (another lie – he never graduated from high school). Yet, according to Margold, Holmes found the business in a different manner back in 1969. “He simply knew somebody who knew somebody who said they were doing something down on Las Palmas was essentially the center of the X-rated industry. So Holmes stumbled into it, his appendage spoke for him, and they put him to work. Rumor is, he was earning $25 a day for as much as he could knock out.” Margold, who last year established a John Holmes relief fund that received absolutely no contributions, remembers the first time he worked with “The King”: “All of a sudden I looked up, and his dick came out over my head, literally hanging out over my head, and it was like the opening shot of Star Wars. I was so intimidated with what I was looking at that my dick went down in the rug, and I did not see it the rest of the day.”

    The Las Palmas days were fleeting, however, as pornography blossomed alongside the sexual revolution and moved from the cellar to the studio. In the early to mid-70s porn became fashionable – porno chic it was called. X-rated filmmakers strived to imitate their Hollywood brethren first in lifestyle, then in film-style. As adult theaters flourished across the land like fungus, so did their audiences. But an essential Hollywood element, a core ingredient, was missing from the new porn: the “star system.” Enter John Holmes, in the right place at the right time with the right dick. While the unbearably goofy Johnny Wadd detective series (1976 to 1977) propelled Holmes into the spotlight of notoriety, his earlier appearances in a plethora of Swedish Erotica loops had already saturated the American underground media. Swedish Erotica understood the importance of a star system better than anyone in the porn biz and, like a small-time MGM, nurtured unknowns such as John Holmes and Seka into full-fledged media superstars whose names and faces would become as recognizable as those of any TV or movie celebrity.

    Around 1972 John shot a number of loops in Europe for the Color Climax series, which eventually ended up in peep booths across the United States. As early as 1973, John Holmes had returned and was performing mostly in Swedish Erotic loops, many shot at camera/director Ted Gorley’s Hollywood apartment – edited with nothing more than a ruler, some scissors and tape. Crude beginnings for a naïve, soft-spoken hick from Hooterville who would come to sexually symbolize the quantity-not-quality aesthetics that typify America. Holmes was both the bane and the balm for any man who ever doubted his own virility. Those early producers knew that John C. Holmes had something more valuable than gold. It was as if he had dropped from the heavens, the perfect sexual “product” for a society of size-queens. While John Holmes went on to become a superstar, he never became rich like those whose bank accounts were engorged with the fruits of his labors. To the public, however, it seemed as if John lived a lavish, indolent life centered around his personal pleasure, a life that many would have traded their souls for.

    Until July 1, 1981. The police called them the “Four on the Floor” murders. That’s how the murder scene looked that first July 1981 morning at 8763 Wonderland Drive, just a hoot and a holler across the Hollywood Hills from Sharon Tate’s old place. Inside, four savagely bludgeoned bodies were strewn about like rag dolls; a fifth individual, the lone survivor, was maimed beyond recognition. Holmes was picked up and questioned; the victims had been “friends” of his, a cadre of coke dealers. Upon Holmes’s release, he disappeared until November 30, 1981, when he was arrested while working as a handyman at a Florida hotel. When Holmes was returned to Los Angeles, he learned some startling news – he was being charged with murder. A palm print on the wall above one of the bodies was one of his own. During Holmes’s murder trial, the prosecution contended that the killings had been in retaliation for an armed robbery at the home of Eddie Nash, also knows as Adel Nasrallah, a Lebanese drug dealer, club owner and stolen-goods fence on whom Holmes often depended for cocaine. Nash and his large black bodyguard, Gregory Diles, were held a gunpoint as the house was ransacked, then forced to their knees, whereupon they begged for their lives.

    The prosecution argued that Holmes first set up Nash, agreeing to split the proceeds with the perpetrators from Wonderland. Later Holmes was coerced into a confession by Nash, according to the prosecution, and forced to lead the Semite’s men to Wonderland for their retribution. The DA contended that John joined in on one of the murders, willingly or unwillingly. Holmes squirmed out of the murder charge only to be held in contempt of the Los Angeles grand jury when he still refused to ID the club-wielders. He feared for his life, he said, and for the lives of his family and friends. The bludgeonings, which police really believed were Nash’s doing, were some of the most brutal on L.A.’s murder books. No wonder Holmes wouldn’t speak to the grand jury. Holmes was held for 110 days.

    Two things persuaded him to open up:

    1) Eddie Nash was going to prison for eight years on a cocaine charge.

    2) The district attorney’s office agreed not to prosecute Holmes for perjury for anything he might say, a roundabout way of giving Holmes the green light to lie. The waiting, the intimidation, the hardball tactics, the strong-arm, were all for naught.

    To this day, Holmes’s testimony remains secret.

    In February of 1988, the police got wind of Holmes’s failing condition and swooped on him in hopes of a deathbed confession concerning the Wonderland murders. According to a source close to Holmes, the porn actor either refused to speak with the police, or was unable to answer their questions due to his worsened condition. However, in an as-yet-to-be-published biography by a man the Hollywood Report identified as Freddy Basten, Holmes allegedly claimed that while the killings were taking place, he was being held a t gunpoint at a separate location. Holmes said he was later released and returned to the house to find the bodies.

    A month after Holmes croaked, the murky facts surrounding the murders were further clouded by Sharon Holmes, who divorced the Wadd in 1984 following 16 years of marriage. According to Sharon, Holmes confessed his involvement to her three weeks after the killings, saying he’d been held at gunpoint and forced to watch as the Wonderland residents were hacked to pieces. A common thread of all accounts is that the stupidity and drug-greed of John C. Holmes triggered a chain of events resulting in the vicious slaying of four people.

    If John’s dick was his downfall, then cocaine was its accomplice. John’s hankering for coke knew no bounds. In the beginning, he snorted it “just a little,” as he used to say; later he whiffed it until his nose bled. Once he crossed over to free-basing, it proved extremely taxing on both finances and health. Many, including John’s second wife, Laurie, insist John never used needles. Others, like Margold – whose media appearances after Holmes’ death only served to reinforce the public’s negative view of the industry – claim John was shooting speedballs, a mixture of heroin and coke favored by John Belushi. Others note there were times John would have tried anything.

    In a HUSTLER interview following the Wonderland murder trial, John discussed his cocaine problem in what seemed to be an honest manner: “In less than two years I smoked away a couple of apartment buildings I owned, my house, my antique store, my hardware store [all of which, according to porn historian Jim Holliday, were fabrications of John’s imagination] and my career. Not only had I smoked away more than three-quarters of a million dollars, I had degenerated into a gofer – running around selling drugs to some people so sleazy, I would have crossed the street to avoid them in the past.” Was he referring to Eddie Nash or the dead people at Wonderland? Also in the interview, Holmes claims to have begun doing coke in 1979, “after turning it down two or three times a day for ten years.” According to Holmes, the coke was being offered by someone with whom he was producing five films. Yet, according to historian Holliday, Holmes wasn’t producing five films with anyone back then, period. To confuse matters just a bit more, Kitten Natividad, who worked with John on and off the screen, maintains that Holmes was tooting up ten or 12 years ago, which would predate Holmes’s 1979 date by at least a year. Once Holmes tried coke, he liked it. He allegedly began purchasing blow from a member of Los Angeles’ Gay Mafia, the so-called Lavender Hill Mob. This harmonious union lasted as long as the connection could supply the drug.

    One night, when “the man” couldn’t come through, Holmes was turned on to another dealer, Eddie Nash. Nash, who Holmes once described as “a skinny Arab,” was allegedly the model for the coke Mephistopheles in the preachy drug epic Torchlight. Nash liked porn and, predictably, was a fan of Holmes. Nash kept Holmes around as a kind of mascot, feeding him to the tune of $10,000 in cocaine. Misery loves company, and soon Nash had it – in the form of the world’s greatest porn star. With a friend like Nash, it wasn’t hard for Holmes to become an addict. Coke became his constant companion. Many recall John’s ubiquitous black briefcase, the one that always had a few candy bars, a bottle of scotch and plenty of cocaine in it.

    Holmes used the drug to give himself the energy he needed to crank out films and photos, including the six or so Swedish Erotica loops produced every month. He also needed the drug to maintain the decaying façade of Johnny Wadd; yet it only contributed to its inevitable destruction. More than one porn director recalls searching the set for Holmes, only to find him crouched in some closet, his nose and upper lip white with powder. Eventually Holmes dropped out of porn to pursue cocaine addiction full time. He began to steal from his friends. Porn has never been more of a microcosm of Hollywood than in the case of coke abuse. In the late ‘70s and early ‘80s coke was the midnight oil of the business, fuel for performers and filmmakers who believed they could quit the white powder at any time – or keep doing it forever.

    According to an inside source, cocaine was prevalent on the Swedish Erotica sets, both in front of and behind the camera. This was especially true after Paul Vatelli arrived on the scene in 1979 and began directing the Swedish series as well as features for Caballero Video. “His crew dealt in cocaine all the time,” says the source, “so he could get the best. He could get pharmaceutical.” A hardcore coke abuser who was allegedly introduced to the stuff by a Hollywood record exec, Vatelli was a far cry from nonuser Ted Gorley – and, like Holmes, eventually died of AIDS. Unlike Holmes, Vatelli’s death in 1985 came swiftly, seven days after he was checked into the hospital with collapsed, freebase-fried lungs. Vatelli was not prepared to hear that he had AIDS. He died wearing a straitjacket. Holmes and Vatelli worked together in 1980. Vatelli, while projecting himself to the outside world as a macho womanizer, was in reality an omnisexual masochist whose self-humiliation would have made the Marquis de Sade blush.

    In effect, he was driven to try it all; including it seemed to some, the most famous dick in the world. While Holmes apparently enjoyed sex with women, he didn’t particularly like the fair sex outside the bedroom/klieg-light arena. According to Margold, Holmes was “actively bi.” Asked whether he was bi or gay, Holmes told Holliday, “I consider myself sexual.” And since his true love could be bought by the gram, John was said to have accepted homosexual tricks if the price was right, i.e., could he afford a great deal of coke from the transaction? Yet if Holmes did contract AIDS from a homosexual anal encounter, it would far more likely that he did so from a tryst with another who died of AIDS a year before Vatelli, in 1984. There’s no doubting that John Holmes had anal sex with Joseph Yale – the event is recorded on film. The Private Pleasures of John C. Holmes, the only gay hard-core feature to John’s credit, was released in 1983, after his secret testimony to the Los Angeles grand jury bought John his freedom. In the film, Holmes performs in a “harem scene” with then-famous gay-porn actor/filmmaker/producer Joseph Yale, with Joe receiving. (Holmes’s widow, Laurie has claimed that the high-profile Yale was actually a woman. Holmes claimed that he required a naked woman to pose just off-camera so the he could maintain his erection. Truth or homophobic excuses?)

    About a year later, Joe Yale died of complications arising from AIDS. Yale was extremely promiscuous, perhaps he gave the disease to Holmes… or could it have been the other way around, with Holmes’s disease remaining dormant and undetectable, longer? Some believe Holmes may have gotten the disease in prison. One former lover recalled Holmes’s fear of such a situation. “John was saying, ‘God, I hope I never go to jail – I can’t imagine butt-fucking a guy or getting butt-fucked.” Perhaps he didn’t have to use his imagination for very long. It seems doubtful, however, that Holmes ever had the opportunity for such fun.

    He was held in a single cell during the contempt proceedings, one far enough away from the rest of the jail population so that John could rest easy. Others close to Holmes, including his ex-business partner and friend Bill Amerson, believe that the superstar acquired AIDS in a different fashion. Amerson, whose contact with the press has been very limited, originally verified the AIDS rumor months before the death certificate was filed. The official cause of death was encephalitis, a swelling of the brain, brought on by AIDS. According to Amerson, and others such as Holliday and hired dick John Leslie, Holmes was a soft-spoken man off-screen who enjoyed fishing, hunting and gardening. Writer Jeremy Stone visited Holmes once and was shown grapes John had grown in the backyard. He seemed more proud of them than of any porn film he’d every made. Yet, claims Amerson, this “soft-spoken man” – who would seem to have had enough cheesy fucks in his professional life – was sexually obsessed with the lowest form of street hooker. Holmes would cruise the low-rent sex strips on Sunset and Hollywood, seek out the industrial whores near Fifth and San Pedro. His coprophilic obsession hinged on the “filthiness” of sex, and he practiced it frequently over a period of years. Although the odds of AIDS transmission from a woman to a man are proportionately small, these types of prostitutes have been pinpointed as high-risk transmitters of the disease. Just as no one knows the “real” John Holmes, no one will ever know specifically how he got the disease.

    The smoking gun was John Holmes’s reckless and self-destructive way of life. As far as AIDS was concerned, John was playing Russian roulette. The adult video industry is populated by polysexual performers whose dubious lifestyles translate into high-risk figures for sexually transmitted diseases. Many of porn’s current stable of studs have done time in gay films. Some are gay off-camera, performing “straight” sex only for the dollars. Peter North, Craig Roberts, R.J. Reynolds, Greg Rome, Marc Wallice, Randy Paul and numerous others got their start servicing and being serviced by dudes, only to move on to straight films – where the money is. Yet so far AIDS is not rampant in the porn industry, despite such a claim made by Holmes’s widow, Laurie, in the Los Angeles Times. After all, Holmes long ago practiced the safe-sex technique of pulling out and shooting on partners’ faces, asses and bellies.

    Laurie and John met in 1983, when she was calling herself Misty Dawn, a porn actress who had specialized in anal sex – for which John had a known penchant. It was love at first insertion. They performed just such a scene together in Caballero’s Nasty Nurses. Considering her specialty as a performer, Misty/Laurie is certainly not in a low-risk AIDS group herself. Predictably, in the wake of her husband’s death, Laurie has joined the reactionary Woman Against Pornography. At Holmes’s request, Laurie quit the onscreen porn business in 1983 to become his live-in “girlfriend” as well as his secretary at Penguin Productions, a company he and Amerson were operating.

    Laurie became Holmes’s wife in Las Vegas on January 23, 1987, six months after she learned he had become exposed to AIDS. That indicates Holmes knew about his disease by July 1986 at the very latest. There’s no telling how long Holmes carried it around, though a test the previous year had proved negative. According to Laurie, before John knew he had AIDS, he was planning on doing just a few more films, taking the money (which probably would have been no more than $4,000) and disappearing with her. This turned out to be just another one of Holmes’s unachievable fantasies.

    In reality, he was hooked on coke again. Holmes supported his renewed habit with some $200,000 he embezzled from Amerson and Penguin Productions. Amerson had been Holmes’s confidant, friend and manager for 25 years, and had come to the star’s aid many a time. Before the Wonderland murders, Amerson bailed out Holmes when the Wadd was arrested for stealing $10,000 worth of computer equipment. After Holmes was released in 1983, Amerson took the X-rated outcast under his wing and made him a partner in Penguin Productions, which Amerson also bankrolled. Holmes had gotten “clean” in prison and was struggling to stay drug-free on the outside. Business went fine for a while, and Holmes made a few “comeback” films, such as Girls on Fire, The Return of Johnny Wadd and Rocky X. Then coke made a comeback of its own. Even more insidious, Holmes may have added new meaning to the title of his “last” feature, The Rise and Fall of the Roman Empress (1987), by appearing in the film after he knew about his AIDS affliction. The feature was shot at the same time as the Holmes postmortem companion piece, The Devil in Mr. Holmes, and co-stars Italian parliament member Cicciolina.

    According to Laurie Holmes, “John was diagnosed as having AIDS in 1986…before he traveled to Europe to appear in two porn movies there. Holmes reportedly confided, “Cicciolina fucked Italy; now I’m gonna fuck her.” An unidentified actress who appeared with Holmes in an anal scene in one of these two films is rumored to now be dying of AIDS, which should be no comfort to Amber Lynn or Tracey Adams, both of who were dicked by Holmes in these sessions. Whether for the money, vengeance, or out of ignorance, John Holmes consciously engaged in sex after he knew of his fatal affliction, tantamount to murder.

    By October of 1986 Holmes was in failing health and, according to Amerson in the Los Angeles Times, underwent surgery for the removal of a malignant tumor in his lower intestine. Others close to Holmes, however, revealed that the problem was an extreme case of hemorrhoids, necessitating the surgical removal. John, never one to accept an unglamorous situation, had transmogrified his ugly butt warts into colon cancer. It’s unclear as to whether or not Holmes ever had intestinal surgery or what kind it may have been.

    Some sources recalled Holmes with a colostomy bag, while others mention an ileostomy (an operation to create an artificial anus). In what is perhaps Holmes’s last interview, conducted in June 1987 for Erotica magazine in Finland, Holmes told Sasha Gabor, the porn actor and Burt Reynolds facsimile, “I have no guts left; the doctors cut out four feet.” No matter what story Holmes concocted, he was in bad shape and fading fast. Despite the coke and the bullshit and the murders, Holmes’s co-workers remember him as something of an enigma, a man who was affable and generous, who presented a well-rehearsed personality, but who kept the real John Holmes, if there was such a person, to himself.

    Jamie Gillis, an X-rated veteran who’s been around since day one, worked with Holmes a “handful of times” over the course of 15 years. Gillis remembers Holmes as “sort of there, but ready to leave the set as soon as things were finished. He wanted to get out of there and go wherever the world of John Holmes was. It wasn’t like John Leslie and Joey Silvera, where we hung around or picked up girls or had dinners. I don’t know anybody who was that close to John. He was an outsider.” Holmes made his living as a lover of sorts, and so it is perhaps no coincidence that he is most fondly remembered by his female lovers and co-stars – despite the seemingly brutish size of his penis. Gillis claims he never met a girl who had performed with Holmes who had anything bad to say about him. He held a reputation for being gentle, patient and sensitive, an expert cunnilinguist. Seka once proclaimed that Holmes dispensed “the cum of God.”

    World-famous stripper and actress Kitten Natividad’s relationship with Holmes took place for the most part off-screen. “We were doing a photo-shoot back in the late ‘70s with Candy Samples and Uschi Digard and a black girl, and when I met him, I found him very charming. I was sexually attracted to him. On our breaks we’d fuck off-camera, and on-camera we’d do the simulation.” As a lover, Kitten considers Holmes “okay.” “I wasn’t in love with him; so I didn’t feel the passion, but it was as good as fucks go.” Kitten too remembers Holmes’s black briefcase and the scotch and coke within. “I don’t think he was doing a lot,” she says. “He would say, “Just a little bit, just a little bit.”

    Even with his impending doom, Johnny Wadd was intent on keeping his legend alive. As with his life, Holmes choose to cloak his mortality in a lie. As far as the world was concerned, Johnny Wadd was dying of cancer, not AIDS, and he carried on as if his passing would somehow escape the scrutiny bestowed upon those like Liberace. At the close of his June ’87 interview with Holmes, Gabor brandished a camera to get a parting shot of the King. Holmes was vehement: “Absolutely no! I do not want the world to remember Johnny Wadd looking like Rock Hudson.

    I am dying from cancer of the colon, not AIDS!” he bellowed. “Make sure everybody understands that! The rumors and the people spreading them are malicious!” Even on his deathbed, Holmes maintained the front line of deception. On Monday, March 14, 1988, the day after Holmes died, sales and rentals of his videotapes surged to a peak that hadn’t been seen since the days of his murder trial. Whatever the truth may be about Holmes, he took it to his grave. Yet, as long as the human penis averages about six inches in length, the memory of John C. Holmes will remain well protected and highly profitable. Holmes, the man, had really been dead for years. Holmes, the product is immortal.

    Courtesy of Hustler Magazine – Anthony R. Lovett – August 1988

     
    • Jill C. Nelson 10:00 pm on November 20, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      We used Lovett’s Legends, Lies and Last Lays piece as another resource for the book, but in the end, we didn’t cite quotes from it because we had access to the interview Lovett gave for WADD which was relatively more current — and (mostly) more accurate. Aspects of Lovett’s piece reads similarly to Al Goldstein’s The Harder They Fall — which Goldstein researched and wrote for Playboy while Holmes was in jail.
      Tony Lovett broke the story that John was dying of AIDS-related causes by tricking (some would say weasled) one of his nurses to verifty the rumour. This was at the very beginning of Lovett’s career as an investigative reporter. He, in turn, informed Larry Flynt about Holmes’ status and Flynt commissioned Lovett to write the eventual piece for Hustler. Interestingly, Lovett’s extensive piece was published approximately just under a year before Sager’s Rolling Stone article. Prior to the Hustler piece while Lovett was on a press junket in Europe, he told the feature editor for Rolling Stone that he’d confirmed Holmes was dying of AIDS. They were very interested in doing a feature story but Lovett had already promised the story to Hustler. In the end, RS hired Mike Sager to pen The Devil and John Holmes. When Lovett was interviewed for WADD, he had this to say:

      “I think it was at the very first XRCO awards, and I just went up and introduced myself to John. He was a very nice person. I had seen him on some sets. But that was the only time I ever spoke with him. I must say that every source I spoke with only had kind things to say about John, and the impression that I got that evening in that parking lot was really earnest, he was well liked, he was a gentle person. I think by virtue of the fact of this strange quirk of his physiognamy was thrust into this life and lifestyle that he would have otherwise never had and he’d probably be still alive today. Selling shoes at a mall in Des Moines. I just thought it was odd that the very thing that got him into the mainlight, having a big dick, was what killed him, too. I think the irony there is obvious. It wasn’t just the cocaine. It was the fame. Just like there’s so many stars in the mainstream that can’t handle fame, and can’t handle the notoriety and the attention that’s paid to them. Here’s someone who was never groomed and never intended to be what he ended up being. In the end he couldn’t handle it and fell in with the wrong people and that was it, that was his demise.”

      • John 8:08 am on November 21, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        Excellent, as always Jill. Thanks!

      • rimbaudgirl 11:06 pm on March 9, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        Was it nash or amerson that bailed holmes out when he stole the computer i read both

      • John 2:45 pm on September 28, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        I read a book this summer about the Menendez trials and Goldstein was a big follower of bizarre trials and was a constant attendee in the gallery. He once slept outside the courthouse on the steps to get a better seat at the trial (but that could have been a PR stunt, which Al was famous for). One day in court, he showed up with Ron Jeremy to watch the trial (according to author Dominick Dunne).

    • criticextraordinaire 4:43 pm on November 22, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      “Requiem for a Heavy Wadd”… How awesome of a title is that? I doubt that when they write my epitaph it will be so eloquent.

    • Maurice H 1:59 pm on September 28, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      It is nice to know he was sought of a gentle soul and not a brut. He enjoyed gardening, but you can keep the hunting. You have got to feel sorry for the way he died. It is a terrible death

      • John 2:20 pm on September 28, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        It is interesting that John went as far as he did and became famous and successful to a point. Had he stayed in Ohio, John could have also been a helluva cabinet-maker or home improvement guy, or artist – since he excelled at that stuff.

      • jimmy chicago 9:08 am on September 29, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Are you serious he was still doing films when he knew he had aids he also was very callous about the other actors he put at risk , he told his then wife/girl friend that the other actresses will get it from someone else if not him.The extra film wadd that came with the wonderland dvd had ron jeremy saying how shitty of a person he was for knowing and still putting other people at risk .He also set up eddie and the wonderland gang up to fuck each other one robbery and 4 murders.I wonder how Susan Launius feels about his gentle soul.

      • jimmy chicago 3:31 pm on September 29, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        john used to beat the shit out of dawn all the time for turning tricks for money that by the way he forced her to do . GENTLE SOUL

  • John 1:19 pm on November 20, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    November 1981: Authorities Seize Nash Letter To Holmes 

    I had touched on this “Nash letter” before, but never found a quote from it. Until today. I never thought I would say this, but Nash sent him a Dear John letter. In jail.

    From the Press-Courier, November 7, 1982. Associated Press.

    Well, this pretty much gave John the leeway to fib his way through grand jury questioning. Holmes was released from his contempt of court lock-up by the judge a short while later. All told he had served 110+ days for contempt in not answering the grand jury’s questions. He also served the least amount of time than anyone else alleged to be involved, for charges stemming from the murders. Less than a year in county lock down. Holmes was released for good and Nash was released on bail shortly thereafter as well.

    This was right before Dom died at Nash’s of cocaine intoxication and cops found more coke. Nash’s bail was revoked and he was locked up again about a week after this article was printed. Lee from the Starwood told me in Part 3 of his Dom story, that he and Tony Miguel house-sat for Nash at Dona Lola for “some time” and that “everybody… and I mean every scum bag was coming by trying to gain entry to Ed’s house and were mad to find us already there”. But, the following spring of 1982, someone finally did break in and steal the floor safe. Its contents were unknown. Probably empty. Let the good times roll.

    nash-letter

     
    • Jill C. Nelson 2:53 pm on November 20, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      The original note actually contained a few spelling errors, including the misspelling of Holmes’s name. The press cleaned it up for publication purposes.

  • John 11:01 am on November 19, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    Insider Tells Us About Tracy McCourt, Post Wonderland 

    Thanks to Betty for sharing some insight into the private world of Tracy McCourt. Actually, I cannot thank you enough. I had tried to contact Joni and their daughter before, but was not able to get in touch with them for an interview.

    Here’s what Betty had to say:

    I knew Tracy very well while he attended EKU. I was a den mother of sorts to him & his college roommates. He loved to come to our house to be a part of a southern, country style family. When Tracy first spoke of his involvement in the Eddie Nash caper we thought he was really full of it only to find he was telling the truth.

    He repeatedly landed in jail in Madison County, but was always released to our amazement. I later learned it was because the LA police told Madison Co. to let him go. I guess when they arrested him here & ran his name his record came up which prompted them to contact Orange County. They eventually came to EKU pulled him out of class & offered him money & a new identity to testify in the trial against Nash.

    They flew him & wife Joni out to LA. Put them up during the trial. When it was over he got nothing they promised him. That was when the family packed up & moved to Colorado. He was always looking over his shoulder & justifiably so, He spoke rarely of the murders, it pained him deeply. He did speak of the ordeal in depth on more then one occasion. I knew the name of his daughter & have been in contact with her. We talked about the movie & I commented on the very small acclaim they gave his character. She replied w/ information that sounded so Tracy McCourt. She told me that her dad couldn’t leave (the film) well enough alone & kept buggin’ the crap out of them for more money for his part or information he could give. He called them so much that he pissed them off and cut his recognition of involvement to what we saw on the screen. So typical Tracy never being satisfied, always wanting more. Those of us who knew him here had a genuine fondness for him & his crazy ways. He could be extreme with his desire for drugs & alcohol, but I reckon’ that’s what addicts do.

    I used to take him to his grandmother’s house several counties over where I met his family on more then 1 occasion. His mother made stained glass. I saw several beautiful pieces she had made. His grandmother was wonderful!!! His brother was there as well but his name slips my memory. Last time I heard from Tracy was in ’97. He called from Colorado wanting to stop & visit on his way to Florida. He never showed. I wondered about him from time to time. It was only when I made contact w/ his daughter that I learned of his passing. She told me it was Hep C. That was no surprise to me. RIP TRACY. LOL He loved to think he looked like Huey Lewis!!!!

    Wow. Thanks again, Betty. You are Awesome!

    I read that the movie shot in like 20 days, and so no wonder James Cox ran a tight ship, did things his way, and already had his angle for the movie via David Lind, Sharon and Dawn’s version of events. That’s too bad. Tracy’s view would have helped a lot because his testimony is truthful to the Wonderland reality, the way the gang was, the personas of each person, the drugs involved, the way that the house was run. His testimony is for Holmes prelim trial is posted here on this blog. Go check it out.

     
    • Brandy 11:12 am on November 19, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      This is amazing John, as usual! No one, NO ONE can get the inside info like you can. I feel HORRIBLE for Tracy. Although some implied he wasn’t as bright as the rest of the Wonderland gang who went to college? Who saw the Buick watching the house & escaped with his life? WTF, why would the LAPD do that? Just because a conviction wasn’t optained? What a jackass move, way to go LAPD.

      • John 11:24 am on November 19, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        In the credits for the movie… via IMDB… they even list his character as some alias or other name. The character is not even listed as Tracy McCourt! He must have upset someone on the crew, prob a creative type or the director or producer.

        • John 9:58 am on December 2, 2013 Permalink

          His character is listed as Tommy Conway in the movie. They stiffed him on the credit.

      • John 1:12 pm on November 19, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        Yes, Tracy took a cab from Wonderland back to North Hollywood on the day of the robbery. I guess Ron was going to use the stolen Ford Granada as his wheels. I looked hard on the last part of the crime scene footage out in the street but could only make out that big Dodge van behind Billy’s yellow truck. No Ford Granada, but it was dark was probably parked up the street. If Ronnie picked up Susan the next day in his stolen car, then that is pretty funny. Based on news reports, she either flew down… I think that Nils said she flew down too, or other reports say she was living in Tujunga, which is about a 1 to 2 hours drive northeast of the Wonderland house location and north of Burbank and Glendale.

    • localarts 11:54 am on November 19, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Great work John! I knew Tracy testified in Nash’s 1990 trial but this adds a whole new dimension. I bet Tracy was pissed when the DA didn’t honor their word. Tracy McCourt is perhaps the most overlooked character in this entire saga and yet he was the only one smart enough to get out of Dodge before the ensuing massacre.

    • dreamweaverjenn 1:55 pm on November 19, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      That’s awesome!

    • criticextraordinaire 5:51 pm on November 19, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      This site kicks ass. Nowhere else can you get this kind of scoop. As to Tracy getting stiffed on a Witness Protection gig… I’m guessing that he left out some details when he was on the witness stand and that caused the deal to be withdrawn. But really in the end, how valuable could his testimony have been? The robbery was already stipulated by the time the case went to trial, and Tracy could not testify anything about the murder since he was not there. I’m calling BS on Tracy saying he was promised a WPP deal and it was unreasonably reneged upon. (Not calling BS on Betty, just Tracy).

      • John 7:40 am on November 20, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        The bribed juror thing really plays here…in the first mistrial. Without that, Nash may have rec’d the death penalty. The prosecution was soooo close. But Nash, again, was too teflon…and his PI’s and cohorts found a way. Bribe a poor 18 yr old black girl from south central. Total Nash!

        • localarts 9:03 am on November 20, 2013 Permalink

          Yes, that 1990 trial was a death penalty case as I recall. Eddie probably would have given that 18yo a blank check if she would have asked.

        • John 10:46 am on November 20, 2013 Permalink

          I wonder what if anything, McCourt and Lind said to each other, if they met at the Nash trial(s). I can’t picture Lind being put up at the Hotel Belmont or a fancy place. Maybe he requested the Cecil Hotel LOL!

          Julia Negron said that Lange introduced her to Susan Launius in the green room waiting area for witnesses at the Holmes trial. Susan was quiet and kept her head down. The state had Julia on call to be a possible witness at Nash’s trials but she was never contacted again. In 1981, when cops came to her hills home around the corner from Wonderland showing her pics of Holmes and asking questions, she was shocked “I remember that guy!”

    • John 7:45 am on November 20, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Thorson was an eyewitness to what happened with Holmes at Nash’s that night, allegedly. Thus, he got a witness protection deal and even a name change and moved to Florida. I think the prosecution misled Tracy, and with just his mostly indirect testimony about the house and robbery, the higher ups reneged on their promise to him. They were stacking their witness list is all. I guess Tracy testified at both instances of the Nash/Diles trials. The first being the bribed juror trial, the second was the red herring trial where the defense accused Paul Kelly of the murders…and the jury bought it.

    • localarts 1:45 pm on November 20, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      I don’t think McCourt cared much for Lind with the way Dave treated him so I would image very little was said. I believe the only reason they had McCourt Testify was he could put Holmes at the Wonderland house (planning of the robbery) Lind testimony corroborates the robbery itself and Thorsen’s eyewitness account of the extraction of information form Homes at Dona lola would tie everything back to Nash.

    • Mark C 6:22 pm on December 4, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Depend on what theory you believe in, Tracy McCourt is dead 6 foot under or Tracy is in Witness Protection Program.
      What really is sad is if Huey Lewis was sick and could not preform that night concert, Ole Tracy could of step right in his place and took over his place in the band and fooled everybody they looked so much alike and Tracy would of make all the fans happy.
      Or more than likely what really could happen, Tracy could of stayed in the Holliday Inn Express last night and in his own mind he could replace Huey Lewis and did the whole next night performance for the sick Mr. Lewis. and made everybody happy passing himself off as Huey Lewis.
      I read that about this subject and what his Den Mother @ EKU said about Tracy .That will most likely be stuck in my mind for rest of my life.
      Ole Den mother came up with a very good real true life Tracy McCourt quote on that one.

  • John 12:59 pm on November 18, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    Need Help For Wonderland Author Rodger Jacobs 

    Dear Readers,

    Rodger is a Wonderland legend. He has hit on some hard times with some medical issues, etc. Please help if you can. I sent him some cash too. Rodger has visited the blog before and posted messages here. Much of what he writes about for Wonderland has been backed up by the Nils Grevillius interview that I did.

    From Rodger’s blog:

    As my psoriatic arthropathy continues to advance, with pain worsening now that I’m off the oxycodone, it has become increasingly clear over the last couple of months that my years of longhand scribbling are pretty much over. I can barely hold a pen any longer except to sign my name on a credit card receipt or bank draft (and that has always been an impossible-to-duplicate scrawl anyway that bears no relationship to cursive or neat script).

    Somehow I need to get another laptop (not a Mac) or a typewriter, though the latter could get too expensive what with ribbon cartridges. My only other option is to quit writing altogether and apply for a change in my disability status to permanent.

    Please PayPal a few bucks to Rodger if you can to:  rodger_jacobs@yahoo.com

    I would also like to thank Rodger for providing the John Holmes preliminary court trial testimony in his book, Long Time Money And Lots Of Cocaine.

    Rodger even has a Wikipedia page.

    Here’s his blog- http://rodgerjacobsonline.wordpress.com

    I think that Rodger is talking about us here, heh-heh!

    “A large segment of the population continues to be fascinated by the Wonderland murders. It’s not only an unsolved mystery, it’s a quintessential L.A. story of the 80s: drugs, sex, excess, night clubs, gangsters, and porn stars”

    –Rodger Jacobs

    Thanks to steel for making me aware of Rodger’s problem.

    Thanks Everyone~

     
    • Bonnie Brae 3:38 pm on November 18, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      I just bought his Tunafish Sandwich book which is fantastic.

      • Bonnie Brae 3:46 pm on November 18, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        Hearing about his health issues makes me sad. I hope it turns around.

      • John 8:41 am on November 19, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        I like the part about the Reagan Secret Service guy looking into Rodger’s sack of beer, as the motorcade is about to cruise by…

    • localarts 6:31 pm on November 18, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      I bet he doesn’t have health insurance either. I will be more than happy to chip in. It wasn’t that long ago that I questioned Rodger Jacobs credibility with respect to Ron Launius, for that I apologize. With that said, I still have trouble getting my mind around the number of murders he was suspected in.

      Long Time Money is fantastic and a must have for anyone interested in the Wonderland Murders.

      Get well soon Rodger.

    • criticextraordinaire 6:57 pm on November 18, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Good post, John. I sent some shekels Rodger’s way.

      • kdimmick 7:39 pm on November 18, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        For those who don’t know, Rodger was the one who conducted all the interviews seen in the movie “WADD” for film maker Cas Paley. While all the WONDERLAND/John Holmes shenanigans are not his primary interest, he is VERY knowlegeble about the whole thing.

    • John 1:05 pm on November 19, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Rodger is very thankful and can now go take care of some things like seeing the doctor, taking care of household stuff, etc. Thanks you guys.

    • dreamweaverjenn 1:59 pm on November 19, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Will definitely see what I can do. I can relate to his chronic health issues and I can totally relate. Poor man. Keeping him in my prayers❤

    • Rodger Jacobs 6:13 pm on November 19, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      John, thank you and your delightful readers very much from the bottom of my heart. And God bless the folks who purchased and enjoyed “Tuna Fish”, the book still manages to sell a couple of copies every month or so. It’s rather ironic that with the amount of self-publishing I did (back in the day before it became as popular as it is now and still had certain stigmas attached to it) my first work published by an established publisher, “The Furthest Palm”, has basically bombed. That book is from the very popular Trace Stories I wrote for the original 8763 Wonderland website that ended up on the syllabus of a University of Maryland course titled “Literature in a Wired World.”

      But I digress. Thanks to you and CE (from the old IMDB Wonderland board) and a couple others I have made an appointment with a new doc for this Thursday to get many of my RX meds refilled. Any and all contributions are most graciously accepted. Bless you and the nice crew you have here. I’ll make a point of stopping by more often.

    • Rodger Jacobs 6:20 pm on November 19, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Reblogged this on Rodger Jacobs Online.

  • John 10:42 am on November 17, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    Tonight! Scott Thorson On “Where Are They Now?” 

    Scott’s eyeliner is annoying, but he will be on the Oprah Winfrey Network (OWN), tonight at 10pm Eastern. The show is called “Where Are They Now?“.

    On Christmas Day in 1986, renowned pianist Liberace went on The Oprah Winfrey Show and opened up about his lavish lifestyle and palimony lawsuit. Just weeks after that show, he passed away at age 67. Now, the man who filed that lawsuit, Liberace’s ex-lover Scott Thorson, shares how he felt after seeing that final television appearance. Scott also opens up about the extravagant mink coats, diamond rings and good times he shared with the music icon.

    You can read everything on this blog about Thorson’s Wonderland connection via this link.

     
    • Brandy 10:50 am on November 17, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      I saw that same commercial last night. Already have it set to record on DVR. Thanks John!!

      • John 8:19 am on November 19, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        Yes, that was an interesting show. Although his appearance on Howard Stern a while back was 45 mins too long, LOL. That entire show is on YouTube somewhere.

    • dreamweaverjenn 2:00 pm on November 19, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Ahhhh! I wish I could have seen this!!! Please let me know if you hear of it coming on again.❤

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