Marino-018The Who, Roger Daltry, Pete Townsend, John Entwistle and Keith Moon, who started out as The Detours in 1964, became one of the most influential rocks groups of the 60’s and 70’s, receiving a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award and have been inducted into The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

They were first introduced to Tiger Beat readers in Derek Taylor’s monthly column “Group Scoops” in the April 1966 issue. He wrote that they were one of the UK’s biggest up and coming groups. In the May 1966 issue I introduced the group by researching the British pop music newspapers, calling Keith not only the group’s drummer but, “The Who Threshing Machine.” I went on, “More evidence of their bombastic style is Pete’s smashing the handle of his guitar into the amplifiers to get a piercing feedback sound. Roger accentuates his lead vocalizing by hurling the mike around and crashing it into the drums.”

Their debut song “My Generation” only made it to number 74 in the music charts in America. Their first big hits in the United States came in 1967 with “Happy Jack” followed by “I Can See for Miles.” Ironically, their first US tour from June 14, 1967 opening in Ann Arbor, Michigan and ending September 9, 1967 in Honolulu, Hawaii, they were the opening act for Herman’s Hermits.

Keith Moon, photo by Ann Moses at The Monterey Pop Festival.

Keith Moon, photo by Ann Moses at The Monterey Pop Festival.

I finally got to see them for the first time at The Monterey Pop Festival, which ran June 16-18, 1967 at the Monterey Fairgrounds in Monterey, California. The festival was planned in seven weeks by promoter Lou Adler, John Phillips of The Mamas & the Papas, producer Alan Pariser, and publicist Derek Taylor. I had known Derek since 1965 and had worked closely with him in his work as a publicist for many groups from The Beach Boys to The Mamas and The Papas. I knew Lou Adler, the producer for The Mamas and The Papas, and John Phillips because I had been in the studio when they recorded “I Saw Her Again.”

So, my seat in the front row of the press section which was in front of the audience section was sure thing. It still made me feel very special to have my “press section” credentials. It was a magical weekend. I was fortunate to stay with my favorite Aunt Anna at her home in Carmel (the town adjacent to Monterey). My only challenge was getting to and from the Festival, I took cabs each way, but it sometimes took hours in the traffic to get there or get back to my Aunt’s house when the concerts would end at 10:00 p.m. or 11:00 p.m.

It was at the Monterey Pop Festival that I saw The Who perform for the first time. No amount of descriptive words could compare with seeing them live. They were the most intense group I had ever seen, putting boundless energy into the performance. Georgio Gomelsky, manager of The Yardbirds and the man who gave The Rolling Stones their start commented on The Who, “What is interesting about The Who is the way they present the noises, the trouble, the tension and confusion of the modern world.” A great description. Though “My Generation” was a modest hit in America when it was first released, by the time The Who was on tour in the US, it was a favorite with followers, and my personal favorite of their songs. Seeing them perform it live just summed up for me their place in pop culture and pop history.

By April 1968 I was beginning to contribute articles to the New Musical Express, the UK’s top selling weekly music newspaper. So, when The Who came to Hollywood, we got in touch so I could write about their time in Hollywood for the readers “back home” in the UK, and we also did a photo shoot for Tiger Beat.

We all decided it would be fun to follow our interview with a photo shoot in Ferndell Park in Hollywood. They said

One of my all time favorite photos, Pete smelling my hair and Keith having a taste! Oh those silly boys!

One of my all time favorite photos, Pete smelling my hair and Keith having a taste! Oh those silly boys!

they had seen enough of the inside of hotel rooms and clubs. Even though John and Keith were dressed in hip British suits, and Pete in a psychedelic jacket and slacks and Roger in a tee shirt and embroidered vest and slacks, off we went to the Park. I, too, had on a pinstriped pantsuit.

Throughout our shoot, they were all acting up, making jokes, and being silly. We called the story “The Who – Kids for a Day,” and summed it up by saying “join this laughable and lovable bunch of ‘nuts’ on their day as kids.”

I felt like a kid, too, riding on the swings with Roger pushing me higher and higher and sliding down the slides with them. After playing on the children’s playground, we took a long stroll through the fern-lined paths, passing streams and taking breaks to sit on the wooden benches under the canopy of trees. (And if you’re a Star Trek fan, a few DS9 episodes were filmed here as locales for the planet Bajor.)

My son, Matt's post on Facebook in February 2013: The Who. Rock legends. However I don't know the words to any songs. would love this! — with Katy Marino at Pepsi Center.

My son, Matt’s post on Facebook in February 2013 at The Who’s concert in Denver: The Who. Rock legends. However I don’t know the words to any songs. Mom… would love this! — with Katy Marino at Pepsi Center.

Good times. . .Ann Moses reporting about “back in the day.”

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From the very beginning of my writing career, I had no doubts about my ability to be a journalist. My first paid writing job was as a reporter for my hometown newspaper the Anaheim Bulletin, which ran a weekly page of reports from all the local Junior and Senior High Schools, with each reporter telling the important news of what happened that week at their school, whether it was a sports team win, a science fair or a student who had done something extraordinary. I was paid 15 cents per column inch, so I always tried to get as much “news” printed as possible!

My photos of James Brown performing at the Crescendo club 1965.

By college, I was co-Editor of the college newspaper and it was during this time in 1965 that I was recruited by the publishers of the Rhythm n News, a weekly music newspaper which sold at local record stores, to be one of their reporters. No pay, just a chance to cover musical groups and performers and that was fine with me. The majority of my assignments for Rhythm n News were to cover the “Negro” music artists who played in out-of-the-way clubs in South Los Angeles. In most cases, I was the only white person in the room. My friends would sometimes express concern for my safety, but I not only never felt fear, I felt privileged to see some of the up and coming “Negro” artists and their unique music. The added benefit was that they rarely got press coverage, so they would be eager to be interviewed and their talents reported publicly, however big or small the Rhythm n News audience. In one of my first pieces for Rhythm n News I covered James Brown’s appearance at the Crescendo, a club in South LA, taking photos, writing up the review of his show, and doing my first interview with James. He was so nice to me, such a gentleman, and I would interview him many more times over the next few years as his fame grew and grew.

My first interview with the man who would become “The King of Soul.”

Once I had interned at Tiger Beat and was hired full time, I reveled in the opportunity to cover all the stories I was assigned. While I would often be anxious the first time I would go out to interview a TV personality or a recording star, I always managed to get past the butterflies and eventually relax and thoroughly enjoy the moment.

Most of my readers would never know this, but after a year or two with Tiger Beat, I was asked to do a few live appearances or appearances on television. That’s when I would turn into a huge bundle of nerves. I barely made it through my Public Speaking course in college. I was always extremely nervous speaking before a group of people.

My first experience on television was when Dick Clark who had begun producing “Happening ’68” a rock show with hosts Mark Lindsay and Paul Revere of Paul Revere and the Raiders, performances by the Raiders and other popular groups of the day. It followed Dick Clark’s “American Bandstand” on Saturday afternoons. They would often present 3 new bands from around the country who would compete for great prizes. The winner was chosen by 3 celebrity judges. One segment they added for a few shows was called “What’s Happening in Hollywood,” and they would have guest reporters who would look into the camera and tell the news of the week in Hollywood. It was the rock and roll version of an anchor presenting the nightly news.

Mark and Paul trying to put me at ease.

I was asked to star in a segment for episode 17 which aired on March 29, 1969. I had worked and worked practicing reading from my note cards (no help from teleprompters in those day), but when the day finally came to tape, I was sick to my stomach, I felt dizzy and I couldn’t get the trembling out of my voice. I was scared to death I would make a mistake, make a fool of myself or make Dick Clark regret he had ever asked me to be on the show.

Was it true? Was Dick Clark telling me what a great job I had done on his show?

Once behind my “news desk,” Mark and Paul, who I had now known for four years, did their best to joke with me, get me to calm down, take my mind off the job ahead and somehow put me at ease. But I never was and never will be comfortable on that side of the camera! When my cue finally came, I looked into the camera, looked down to my note cards and began reading the news I had rehearsed. To my own ears it sounded horrible and I could feel the fear as I spoke my lines, but afterward, to my great relief, Dick Clark came up and told me what a great job I had done. My co-workers at Tiger Beat said the same thing on Monday morning. But I was never convinced because I just felt totally out of my comfort zone.

The next time I would be asked to appear in public was when a local radio station sponsored a huge “Battle of the Bands” at the Hollywood Bowl. I had been to the Hollywood Bowl many times, so fortunate to see the Beatles live and the Monkees live, but I had never been on the stage. Bobby Sherman and I were asked to announce the winners of the battle. I can’t remember who the judges were.

Even though Bobby and I were close friends, even his support, emotionally and physically (reassuring me with his arm around my waist as we walked on stage and up to the microphones) was not enough for the nausea to calm even a little bit. Again, my voice trembled and Bobby had to nudge me to get me to speak up so I could be heard speaking into the microphone. Luckily, we took turns reading the winners, so half the time I only needed to open the winning envelopes and hand them to Bobby to announce the winners.

Just like the “Happening” appearance, after the show the dj’s were all thanking me and complimenting me, and Bobby told me “you did great, babe!” In my heart I didn’t believe them. I just could not fathom that in my petrified state that I could have done a good job.

I did make one more public appearance when I was asked to be on a panel at a B’nai B’rith public forum in Hollywood. B’nai B’rith International is the oldest Jewish service organization in the world, is committed to the security and continuity of the Jewish people and the State of Israel and combating anti-Semitism and bigotry. I believe the topic was “Is there discrimination in Hollywood against Jews?” Again, I was in front of a large group of

So much better when Bobby would announce the winners!

people (this time maybe a hundred in the audience). I was on the dais with five other guest panelists, but it was my good fortune to be sitting next to Frank Zappa.

I was well aware of his unique talent and his creativity and that of his Mothers of Invention band. My impression of him, having never met him, was that he was a far-out, counter-culture, hippies’ hippie. His hair alone made you think of him as a total freak! That may have been true, but on this night he was just the most down to earth, pleasant young man who could immediately sense that I was as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Before the forum began, he just visited with me like we were long-time friends, asking me lots of questions to take my mind off the upcoming spotlight. He literally held my hand under the table throughout the public forum as each of the panelists would be asked questions and would answer them speaking into their own microphone. He would squeeze my hand a little tighter when I would be asked and answer a question. I know I could have never made it through this night without his support. And I realized how intelligent he was and once I listened to his answers, it helped me to know how I should answer the questions posed to me.

At the end of the night, the reaction was the same. The organizers thanked me for participating, Frank told me I did a “marvelous” job, and on this night I went home feeling I had performed better than my first two attempts.

After that I shied away from making live appearances. I would give anything to have a tape of my appearance on “Happening ’68,” so I could assess just how good or bad I was with the passage of time. What I learned from these experiences was that I was in awe of the performers, actors and singers, who could perform in front of live and TV audiences and be consummate professionals. I learned that it was not my forte and I would stick with my role as a behind-the-scenes reporter.

Good times. . .Ann Moses reporting about “back in the day.”

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Dining with the Stars


When I moved to Hollywood in 1966 I knew how to cook 3 things: pancakes, brownies and French toast. Moving from my parents’ home in Anaheim, I moved into a 1 bedroom furnished apartment in West Hollywood. My across the street neighbor was Davy Jones. Though I know now that TV dinners were in the supermarkets, I had never had one and it didn’t occur to me to eat a frozen dinner.

I had grown up in a traditional post-war family, stay-at-home mom, my dad was a banker and every night when he would come home from work, my mom put a home-cooked meal on the table and my older brother, parents and I sat down and enjoyed the food and family conversation. We only ate in front of the TV on TV trays on Sunday nights when we either had take out pizza paired with a salad my mom made with homemade blue cheese dressing or Pink’s hamburgers and fries. Pink’s Drive-in was a hamburger stand about a mile from our house. Dad would drive down and get us 10 cent burgers, fries and shakes. A semi-weekly treat to be sure, then we would watch the Ed Sullivan Show as we enjoyed our meal.

Once on my own, I didn’t make a big deal out of dinner. I ate lunch almost every day at a restaurant, usually with my girlfriends from work, sometimes on my own, but seldom at fast food joints. There were only a few in those days anyway. I’d go home and was happy to just make a sandwich or eat a bowl of cereal for dinner.

Because my family was of modest means, we only ate at restaurants on rare occasions. Once or twice a year we went to a fancy buffet restaurant where the main attraction was perfectly cooked roast beef and sides of mashed potatoes and peas. We lived about 5 miles from Knott’s Berry Farm. In the 60’s it was just the Ghost Town attraction, no rides, but they served Mrs. Knott’s fried chicken dinner 7 nights a week. We would have dinner there about once a year.

As you might imagine, going out to restaurants, fancy or plain, was a big deal to me. It was always special.

I can’t remember my dining with the stars in any particular order. I do know that over the course of my years at Tiger Beat I would discover a love of food and fine dining, but in each instance it was a matter of baby steps toward me becoming a foodie.

One of my first introductions to a “new” food was when I was traveling with Paul Revere and the Raiders and the Standells on their November 1966 tour through the southern United States. Usually one or more of the guys would invite me to join them for breakfast before climbing on the tour bus to head to the next city on the tour. So, having grown up on bacon, eggs and toast for breakfast (one of my mom’s rules on school days, and we were allowed cereal only on the weekends), this was my order at every breakfast. But in the South, that order comes with grits, something I had never tasted in my life! I actually thought it was pretty boring, grits with a pat of butter. Ugh! Funny to think back on that time, when today cheese grits are a traditional part of my Christmas day breakfast for my family and I have made polenta lasagna and countless dishes with polenta (corn meal) as the star of the meal.

I never had really expensive cuts of beef growing up, although my mom’s pot roast was killer. So, sometimes when I would need to do an in-depth interview with Bobby Sherman, rather than stretch it out asking one question on each of his breaks from filming “Here Comes The Brides,” he would invite me out to lunch at the Yankee Pedlar restaurant in Burbank, right across from the NBC studios and nearby the Columbia Ranch, where the outdoor sets for many Screen Gems shows were filmed.

Bobby and me and his awesome Rolls. I rode in the front seat on our way to the restaurant!

Half of the fun began before we got to the restaurant as Bobby would drive me there in his Rolls Royce. Then it would just be the two of us and I would order a dinner meal, as would he, and as we ate slowly, we would do our interview. It would usually be a 2 hour lunch, but it was the times Bobby and I went to this restaurant that I fell in love with Prime Rib and Horseradish Sauce. I never ordered anything else. It was like a ritual. I know, tough job, but somebody had to do it!

Early in my Hollywood days I met and became good friends with Genie the Tailor. She was older than me by about 5 years, so she was both a friend and a mentor in life skills. She had moved to Hollywood from New York, so just by virtue of being a New Yorker she was much more worldly than I. She made costumes and clothes for many of the rock stars of the day, and with her great wit, she wrote a monthly column for Tiger Beat called “Genie’s Adventures in Groovyland.”

She had met Eric Clapton on his first tour of the United States in 1966 and had a crush on him. Eric Clapton became a rock icon, but early in his career he was just another member of the band called Cream, with Ginger Baker and Jack Bruce. He had left the Yardbirds by then, but he was not the superstar he would become.

One night, Genie called me and invited me to go out to dinner with she and Eric. Why I’ll never know. Maybe she

I’m with Genie the Tailor (left) and her date for the opening of “Yellow Submarine.” Genie made the incredible brocade cape I’m wearing and on my left my friend Donna. Donna and I met during our college days. She was Jade Jagger’s nanny for several months before Bianca fired her!

was a bit nervous, though Genie was one of the most self-confident people I have ever met. Whatever the reason, we met at Genie’s house in Laurel Canyon (the Hollywood bastion of hippiedom), and I drove to Tail of the Cock, a British pub on Sunset Boulevard. I had never been there before, but the restaurant had a reputation of having the best beef short ribs in the universe. Genie was a vegetarian, but she always found good things to eat. I was not shy about ordering the house special, nor was Eric, and it was amazing. Eric was somewhat shy, but the conversation was mostly between him and Genie. It was still a fun night and to this day I marvel at the path Eric’s life took, the good and the bad. As for the short ribs, I adored them and whenever a British group would be in town and ask about going out to dinner, this was the first place I recommended, as long as I was invited!

On my first trip to London, I caught up with Herman’s Hermits as they were filming their third movie “Mrs. Brown You’ve Got a Lovely Daughter” at Shepperton Studios, Shepperton, Surrey, England. I first became friends with Peter Noone and the rest of the group in 1965, even before I went to work for Tiger Beat. We were all about the same age and just hit it off as great friends! I would see them every time they came to Hollywood.

While filming the movie, they stayed at a nearby bed and breakfast. It was an historic farmhouse that had been turned into an elegant, upscale B & B. So, after spending the morning watching them film, we all went back to the B & B for lunch. I met Karl’s new wife and we all had a sumptuous luncheon in the formal dining room, which looked out upon the green English countryside.

Peter Noone (Herman) greets me as he arrives in Hollywood. It was when I visited him in England that I got a real shock!

Ah, but we did not order lunch, it was a meal the chef prepared for our group. The entrée: fish. Back in Anaheim, growing up, I hated fish. The only thing from the sea I would eat was batter fried shrimp. Anything else I would not touch. But my mom never forced me to eat fish and as soon as I got my driver’s license, she would let me drive down to Pink’s Drive-In for a hamburger on the nights she would serve fish.

I was in an awkward position. I would never be so rude as to say I wouldn’t eat what was so graciously served to me, so I just got up my nerve and broke off a small piece with my fork and began to chew. It was a filet of sole in a lemon butter sauce and it was amazing!

In that one moment that was forced upon me, I broke out of my “no fish” hole and never looked back. In the coming years I would not only enjoy fish of all kinds, but I spent a lot of time fishing off the California and Baja coast and even became a sushi enthusiast. My mom never would have dreamed it would turn out as it did.

I had never been a coffee drinker, but after spending 3 weeks in London, I was addicted to English Breakfast tea with milk and sugar. I would start each day with my tea as I read the Los Angeles Times before heading to work. I had moved from my 1 bedroom apartment to a rented house on Beachwood Drive, just down the road from the famous Hollywood sign. I also began a Sunday night ritual. I watched Julia Child on PBS and I bought a copy of her cookbook “Mastering the Art of French Cooking,” and I began to work my way through her cookbook. It would be a labor of love for many years, but it was so much fun learning to cook.

I hadn’t started my TV cooking lessons when I had Harry Nilsson over for dinner at my house. Harry and I were introduced when Greylon Landon, head of publicity for RCA records, asked me to do a favor and write about one of their new artists, Harry Nilsson. I was happy to do a favor for Greylon as he had been a valuable contact for me to write about Elvis Presley for the New Musical Express in England, which published my weekly column, “America Calling by Ann Moses.”

So, I did a brief interview with Harry at the RCA offices and I found him to be a fascinating person. He was older than me, a divorced father of three children and a former banker. He had left the world of finance to pursue his love of writing and singing music. Because our interview had been so comfortable, I asked Harry if he’d like to come over for dinner sometime. He eagerly accepted. He was a bachelor and liked the idea of a home-cooked meal.

There was never a romantic attraction between us, but we did share a warm friendship. Still, I was nervous about the dinner I would prepare for him. I called my mom and got her recipe for one of my favorites of her dinners: pork chops braised with apples, raisins and apple cider, and rice pilaf as the side dish. I wasn’t 21 yet, but I had a friend buy some wine and since I really wasn’t crazy about wine, I chose a liebfraumilch, which is a white German wine that is on the sweet side, at least the one I chose, which made it drinkable.

We had a lovely evening, Harry loved the food and we talked constantly. I served dessert, what else – brownies and vanilla ice cream. Who doesn’t like brownies? This dinner was not the pinnacle of my culinary expertise, but we had a wonderful time together and Harry reciprocated by inviting me out to dinner at a little Hollywood French bistro. The meal was better than mine, but the camaraderie was just as superb.

Good times. . .Ann Moses reporting about “back in the day.”

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