UNAPOLOGETIC TO THE END, ROCK’S LEGENDARY EGOMANIAC GIVES THIS LIFE—AND DEATH—THE BIG FINGER. SATAN, BE WARNED.
Unabashed whackjob Kim Fowley is the mastermind behind dozens of songs you love and probably even more you hate. He produced novelty hits like “Alley Oop,” cowrote songs for Alice Cooper, KISS, Jonathan Richman, Jimi Hendrix, Van Halen and Gene Vincent. And he gave birth to rock’s legendary girl band the Runaways. Michael Shannon played him in the movie.
Now Fowley is bedridden in a grimy, rundown West Hollywood apartment, clad only in a diaper and dirty T-shirt, with his piss-bloated urostomy bag in full view. But the way he talks, you’d think he still ruled the Sunset Strip. Ostensibly promoting his book Lord of Garbage, he speaks with a belligerent joy only occasionally interrupted by the hacking cough of a man now in his fifth bout with cancer and whose days are literally numbered. By the time you read this, he may well be dead.
HUSTLER: How—
KIM FOWLEY: No. My turn first. Tell me who you are again and why you are here.
I’m Keith Valcourt, and you and I are talking for HUSTLER Magazine.
