Alan and friends had been doing the UK edition of Rolling Stone, after some differences of opinion with Jann Wenner Friends started life as Friends of Rolling Stone then became just Friends and later Frendz. [May 1971 to August 1972, 6 issues?] after Alan threw in the towel.
Alan tosses Philm a cheese roll while Jonathon (left), Eric (far right) and Stan (left of Eric) look on.
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"By late '69 we were increasingly coming into conflict with Jann Wenner, and we were becoming increasingly independent of American Rolling Stone. Wenner didn't like this but Jagger was basically on our side but he went off to Altamont and in the middle of Altamont Jann Wenner struck and demanded that we fall under the editorial jurisdiction of San Francisco and do only what they wanted us to do and that we were to submit our material to California and all we were to do was sell advertising.
We also had this appalling distributor and one day we went to his warehouse and he had thousands and thousands of 'Rolling Stones' just lying there undistributed.
We were in the most impossible situation. We had a big meeting and sent Jagger an enormous telegram and soon afterwards we were thrown out of the office and someone from Jagger's office came along and put a padlock on the door. But I had taken upon myself the role of editor and we had a whole issue's worth of advertising. America wouldn't send over their material so we had these ads and no paper to run them.
Then all of a sudden we were on our own; we ripped off as much art department stuff as we could lay our hands on and moved out.
By this time Bobby Steinbrecher was on the scene. He was a rich American kid who'd taken too much acid and also suffered from 'folie de grandeur' and was on a high and had come to London to see John Lennon, as people did, to suggest he replace Allen Klein as his manager. He was going to run Apple, which was getting into a mess.
What I did then was go round the London record business and tell them that 'Rolling Stone' was abandoning London and everyone wanted a London music paper and I gave them the impression that we would start a London 'Rolling Stone' and didn't emphasise too much the political content of what I had in mind, although I was never really interested in the music business which had been foisted upon me.
I wanted to make a more radical magazine than 'OZ' and 'IT' and do it in a way that I thought they weren't doing it. I always had an idea that you could produce a paper with the underground commitment but which was well-organised and efficient and spread the word rather than be elitist and simply preach to the converted. 'Friends' was a very early and naive attempt to move out into that bigger market. I even had a fantasy that we could bring out a daily - all these publishing fantasies.
So I organised for the London record business to transfer all their ads into a magazine which as yet did not have a name. And they all backed me. And I got the money up front and I phoned my Dad in South Africa and got £400 from him and we went to Bobby Steinbrecher's flat in Hans Crescent which he'd befuddled some estate agent into letting him buy, basically by waving his dad's credit cards. And we met Ken Kesey and then he left his white Cadillac with Bobby and we were driving around in it which was quite fun. We were having a most wonderful time. I was taking a bit of LSD again and Bobby brought back some cocaine from the States. And we brought out the first edition of 'Friends' at Steinbrecher's apartment.
I got charged with obscenity, under the OPA, for a picture of Otto Muhl shitting on stage and something by Malcolm Livingstone about the secretary on the way to work that gets nobbed by everyone.
One thing we always did was attract talent. The number of people who started in 'Friends' is quite extraordinary. The underground press used the new printing technology very well long before any of Fleet street even tried. That 'Rolling Stone' issue with Superman on the cover was probably the first time a newspaper had ever put full colour on newsprint.
The thing that finished Friends for me was that I met Jim McCann who was an Irish revolutionary and hustler somewhere to the left of the Provos, who'd apparently thrown him out. He dominated the course of my life for the next five or six years one way or another. Even into the early 80s. That whole story only culminated with the Howard Marks trial and it was that original introduction of Jim to Howard that set the whole story off.
The Sixties really ended for me with the Angry Brigade and everything soured and we became very disillusioned. The Angry Brigade were sending us letters wanting us to be their magazine. When Jim McCann turned up I was swept away like hundreds of others by the man's lunatic charisma and organised a trip for Felix de Mendelsohn and Joe Stevens and Jilly to go to Belfast with him. This was early '71 and by this time the magazine was in the most appalling financial trouble and I was struggling and borrowing and dealing dope and taking the wages and turning over dope and rushing down to the printers with cash to get the magazine onto the press and the staff were all moaning that they weren't getting paid.
We were getting a certain amount of media attention and these two hustlers got to hear of us. They called themselves Famepushers and ran various underground enterprises. Business wise I was out of my depth with those guys, they were hustling us to death. They gave us an office at 305 Portobello Rd. Eddie (the fat one) saw himself as the proprietor of the magazine but we weren't having any of that. In the end they dumped us when I wouldn't let him be boss. And we met (the late) Barney Bubbles who was working for Famepushers producing record covers and freelance graphics next door.
Friends was just pandemonium and I was a rank amateur editing a two-weekly newspaper basically saying thank God because I had quite a bunch of talented people around me and was able to keep up the pretences of being an editor, and I always was intensely interested in magazines. I still trust my instincts then, I had all the right instincts as an editor but of course I was too young and too inexperienced to really manage people."
The interview texts are from
"Days in the Life: Voices from the London Underground 1961-71" by Jonathon Green,
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