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"When the old Max's closed down Eric freaked out.It was like his life had ended."
- Excerpt from the book "High On Rebellion-Max's Kansas City" by
Yvonne Sewall-Ruskin

"It was ten at night. Fire engines wailed outside of the apartment house and Elda leaned out to make sure they had the fire in the bar below under control.  That is when she saw the van pull up in front of the building.  A short guy with bright red curly hair down his back got out of the passenger seat and opened the rear doors to the van.  Nothing happened for a minute or so and then she saw Eric emerge from the van.  The firemen had pretty much completed their task and they stood looking into the van as the dog and another long haired guy popped out of the back.  Elda flew down the stairs with the baby in her arms.  They made it.  Eric Emerson and The Magic Tramps were home.

The family had expanded.  There was Larry the red headed violinist, Youngblood the dark mystic guitarist who even transported his skull candles from LA along with his Persian cat.  Youngblood opted to not move in with Natasha. There was the gentle Sesu, his long brown straight hair flowing to his butt, along with a full set of drums.  Their entire life belongings were hauled into the narrow four- room railroad flat.  All of this plus a baby, Messiah the Great Dane and a cursing parrot.

Larry lived in the Kitchen, Youngblood the second room, Sesu in the third and Elda and Eric slept with Branch in the living room that also housed the rehearsal studio, drums, amps, P.A. system and all.

The band rehearsed and little Branch got so used to it he slept through them.  Eric set up dates to play Max’s and explored a new venue downtown called Mercer Art Center. The Center was a large complex. The main building was attached to the Broadway Central Hotel, the dump Elda stayed in when she first moved into Manhattan.  There were four spaces, one large amphitheater, and two smaller rooms with stages and one cabaret room with a bar.   It started out to be a venue for theater, but Eric soon took it over drawing other musical acts to the place.  They rehearsed to the objection of the neighbors in the house, and at night they went out to promote a gig or play one.  The music was very different than Elda would have thought.  The violin added something that made it sound less like rock and roll and more like a theatrical score.  They took the stage at Max’s decorated with Youngblood’s skull candles burning on amplifiers surrounded by trinkets and percussive instruments.  They wore flowing soft fabric shirts and skintight pants made of leather or spandex.  Spandex was the newest look for both guys and girls, compliments of. Youngblood’s ex-girlfriend Natasha. But no one knew how to dress up like Eric.  That night he wore black satin spandex pants with suspenders hooked over his shoulder.  His chest was bare except for the animal teeth coupled with silver, turquoise and beaded Native American trinkets around his neck.  His arm wore a gauntlet midway up his bicep from which protruded a silver dragonfly.  There were rings on every finger to sparkle in the stage lights.  Hooked around his neck was a black chiffon cape to float behind his dance movements.  And to start the show off he donned a Fred Astaire top hat.  His voice cut through the wall of instrumental sound."
- Excerpt from, "Elda Rose"(Formerly Primordial Soup)
Written by Elda Gentile Stiletto. © 1994
Submitted March 9, 2005

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