WILLIAM "PAPA BEAR" MARGOLD
passed away Jan, 17, 2017
1943-2017
You will dearly be missed.
You enriched so many lives, mine included.
You made the world a better place.
William died doing what he did best and liked the most.....talking.
He died on air hosting his talk show, the history of porn.
on Mike Merlino's
XXXPORNSTAR.COM
radio
Occasionally I would call in. This particular night there were not a lot of call in's. He couldn't understand why. I told him that porn was a visual thing. Not a lot of people want to call in and hear some old guy talking about past porn.
He called me family and thanked me.
On Tues. Jan 17, 2017 I was on the computer.
Bill's show was from 8:30 to 9:30 EST
I glanced at the clock. It was 9:20.
Damn...!! I thought, it's too late.
I went to the site anyway but there was only silence. I'll catch him next week.
Little did I know it was already too late.
Apparently he had a heart attack and died in the middle of the show.
Better that way than wasting away in a hospital
with a tube up your nose. It's over quickly
someone told me.
Hippies and the love generation morphed into the sexual revolution by the time I got out of art school (Otis) in 72.
It all began with Art Kunkin and his paper
OPEN CITY
that was the first "sex rag" to print pubic hairs.
It's also where Charles Bukowski got his start.
Art closed that and started the successful
L.A. FREE PRESS with it's sex insert the FREEP.
That's is where I ended up till Larry Flynt bought it and got shot. His editor was Jay Levine who went on
to start the L.A. Weekly.
That was the end of my cartooning career.
When porn first began the go to agency for performing talent was Reb Sawitz's, Sunset International. Bill was the guy who ran it. At the time there was a proliferation
of little sex rags. Bill started one called LUST. That's where and when I entered the scene doing cartoons and
illustrations. For a brief period I was known as the
Porn Cartoon King.
He did an on going column, titled,
"Who's been stuffin' muffin"
The trials and tribulations of some young girl getting
pounded on a regular basis.
At the time he was in Eddie Nash's (Nasty Nash. On You-tube, the Wonderland murders. Bill is in it) building across
the street from Chinese Grauman's theater on Hollywood
Blvd.
Other significant players in the area at the time were Titus Moody, the cameraman and up the street next to the Roosevelt was the Jewish, bondage pornographer Rick Nathan.
Bill's office was a dusty hole in the wall. I don't think there was a door. There was a back room with a bed that saw lot'sa action.
Another player on the scene at the time was
a little impish writer, named Mitch Morrel.
He's the kinda' guy who would write about 24 hours in a burlesque show.
He died (In Eddie's building) under mysterious
circumstances. Bill told me he had a seizure.
When I talked to him about it years later he said he had heard that Mitch was into S&M and was "killed" by
a domatrix.
Bill once told me and Mitch that we were involved with
him because we were hoping to ride in on his coat tails.
Thanx William. Anyone interested in literary or film rights please contact me.
I was a married and had a young daughter at the time so
I refrained from performing. He did get me my first porn
part as a crowd extra in something Carlos Tobalina was
doing. He had a place called the Mayan theater in downtown L.A.
A bunch of us dressed up in dark robes and mumbled around a basement for awhile.
This picture was taken outside the Mayan
This was done for Rick Nathan, Titus Moody shooting.
Bill had an eye for talent and recognized mine
right from the beginning.
He was right on. Forty four years and thousands of drawings and paintings I am still blazing away.
I became a famous street performance artist,
amongst other things.
Visit: You-tube>Channel>Capt Flash
My wife and I had four homes and a business by the time I
hit thirty five. I realized I wanted to live this life as an artist and not a landlord. I got rid of everything and went to live the pure life of an artist and found myself
cold, alone, broke, dirty and hungry in Northern Europe in the dead of winter. I started doing qwick sketches in Paris, France in 81'
That began 8 years of off and on homeless. The first year in Europe. Then back to L.A. Mostly living in cars between Venice Beach and Hollywood.
I'd park in the back of Eddie Nash's buildings and do qwick sketches on Hollywood Blvd. Then on the weekends I park at Venice Beach.
For a brief period I lived inside the building. Guess who was there at the time. Serena, Bill's friend. She was still doing porn then. She was going with a skinny blond guy. They had apparently broken up then decided that they were meant for each other and were living in a room in Eddie's building.
One day I came home and the hallway was filled
with "gun smoke". I poked my head around the corner and saw Serena poking her head around another corner with a puzzled expression on her face. I got out of there and went back to living in the car.
Things got worse for me. I broke both arms in a fall in Philadelphia in 1987. I had three operations and was in a cast for a year. I ended up living in a car and doing portraits on a pier in Wildwood, N.J.
(Note: American flag on the end)
Things went down hill when the owner sold the pier I was working on.
I told everyone I was going to the other ocean (I was on the Atlantic) and pointed the car West. It had a bad oil leak.
I bought oil five gallons at a time. Every fifty miles I'd jump out and fill it back up. Seven days later I was in L.A.
I went to the V.A. and told them...take this off (The cast)
or I will. I had been in a cast for a year. There is only so much one human can endure.
There was no way to wash. If screaming would have made me clean I would have done. I literally scuzzed out.
When the cast came off I got a room. Instead of jumping into the shower I smoked a joint and thought about it first. It was heaven
A week later the money from the ex buying me out of house came into the bank. I put a thousand in my pocket. Bought a bag of weed and took my daughter to dinner and never looked back.
Now that my life was back together I got a place and wrote
a book. Hollywood Taxi, true confessions of a kiss and tell
driver.
I found Bill living in Hollywood with the love of his life Viper.
Neither one of them was interested in reading my book
but Viper did use me as a production asst. on a film she was
doing. It was all blacks.
The first guy got it up but couldn't keep it up. The second one couldn't get it up at all. The third one and ugliest had the biggest dick. They put him with the hottest chick and he came just like that.
I gave the second guy a ride home. He was depressed because he had failed. It's one thing to have sex. It's another to do it in a room with lights and camera's and people watching.
We drifted apart again. I bought a boat and left before the sheriff got me. I had it trailered to Corpus Christie, Texas and put in the water there. I slammed into reality and the first sand bar I came to. I had no equipment, experience or money.
I went from L.A. to New York in four years with a two year layover in Key West where I became famous as street performance artist.
I lived on the boat for 18 years. Eventually ended up in Charleston, S.C. where I lived on
it for twelve years till it was taken from me.
My daughter took me in. She had a place in a little town
next to Asbury Park. I now live in sight of the Atlantic Ocean next to the famous Stone Pony of Bruce Springteen fame.
I eventually re-established contact with William. I re-introduced my self as "Fast Eddie" the name he use to call me. He recognized and remembered me. Gawd luv him.
I made a trip to the West Coast in Jan 2015 and went to visit him, He was living in Hollywood. His rent was paid by a very rich person he had befriended in college.
He introduced me to his cat, Amber Dreamsicle.
for those pictures. Also look in Jan 2015.
I told William that his writing was a big influence
on my writing. Damn, I wish I had said that.
He really had a way with words that I admired
and to this day he is an influence.
He thanked me. We hugged. I told him I luved him and walked out the door never to see him again.
Not long after that I got a full back page spread in
the L.A. Express.
Shortly before he passed I talked to him
on the phone. I had been thinking about
porn and how prolific it had become.
Waves upon waves of anything you want.
How about a girl with pink dots on green tits pulling a six donkey train on a beach and you get a million hits.
I was thinking about that, so I asked this question.
Bill, how many people were doing porn then? A half dozen?
His reply...that would admit it.
Look what he started
.....take care and care take...papa bear
always remembered and forever in our hearts.
Note: I had the feeling that William was a little "internet"
illiterate. I tried to explain "platforms" and why some
were better than others for what he was good at.
115,000 published copies for the L.A. express was impressive...but he didn't get paid and they had cut him.
down to a half page.
I tried to interest him in a gossip column type thing. The history of porn N' then some.
A blog had much greater potential. That's why I set up this blog for him. I don't think he caught on. Now he's gone.
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