STAR SINGER – FROM GRAND AMERICAN MUSIC TOUR TO HANGING PICASSO – PART ONE – [your]NEWS

By Jerry Arthur Price Another one bites the dust. One of Star Singer's USA music tours, surprisingly, experienced defeat. Hello and good morning, Manhattan employment agency ~ A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away . . . one of Star Singer's Rock & Roll – Pop music road show bands crashed and burned. The reason? While they were on tour traveling across the U.S. of A., Star Singer's band members got thoroughly ridiculous in their behavior, started doing stupid things, and got themselves, all of them, fired. ROB SANDERS and THE WINDOWS, that touring show-band managed by Dick Towers Management, Inc., had their last appearance at Detroit's Renaissance Center's National Governor's Conference event with Ella Fitzgerald appearing in the ballroom and Rob Sanders (Star Singer) entertaining in the nightclub. That was the last gig, the band, Rob Sanders & The Windows, performed. The entire enterprise fell apart. Life had forced Star Singer back to New York. Upon arrival to the Big Apple, all went their separate ways. Sure, a big meeting took place. Everybody gathered at Virginia's Momand's (Miss Got-rocks) apartment at The Henry Hudson Hotel on 58th Street. But nothing came of that. In the middle of that business meeting, Star Singer thought that merely 3 minutes of foolhardy talk at that meeting was quite enough. With all band members (former band members) in attendance, as Star Singer listened to unfounded and juvenile complaints, saying nary a word, he picked up his guitar in its travel case, thanked all for the meeting, walked out, and never saw or spoke to anyone who had a part in that road show, successful as it really was, ever again. Dick Towers, his manager, Star Singer's producer, Virginia Momand aka: Miss Got-rocks, and the seven musicians who comprised the band called, THE WINDOWS, were all history as far as Star Singer was concerned. Who was it?, what folk singer-songwriter had an album out called, 'DON'T LOOK BACK'? Dylan? But, now, Star Singer needed a job. Desperately. He had no home, no money, and he was now living in The Big Apple very much, like really very much…. alone. Cold. Hungry. Yet, always determined to persevere, he went to an employment agency. The lady says: 'Honey, I appreciate that you're a singer. But, this is NOT the employment agency for you. You need an entertainment booking agency.' Star replies: 'I'll take anything. I'll sweep floors, polish brass banisters for a hotel. I'll empty ash trays. I'll take anything you got. I need a job!!' Star landed a carpenter's job constructing, from scratch, big wooden shipping crates for one of the most notable and important fine art galleries – – IN THE WORLD! His new employer was The Walley Findley Art Galleries. The renowned art gallery the elite all know, to this very day, as the source for legitimate and dependable purchasing of impressionistic fine paintings. One could purchase and own original paintings, drawings, gouache, and watercolors by twentieth century masters such as, Pablo Picasso, Camille Pissarro (1830–1903), Claude Monet — Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Edgar Degas, Paul Cézanne, Mary Cassatt, Paul Gauguin, plus contemporary fine artists too. A simple A.I. search of Wally Findley Art Galleries will make your head swirl!. . . that's if you like fine art. One day, Jimmy Bourinac, Director of the gallery, turns to Star and he tells Star to go put on his best 3-piece suit because a big shin-dig of that day would be hosting a gallery opening; important people would be showing up on the red carpet to attend the art exhibition by a contemporary painter called, Sassone. In 1982, he was knighted into the Order of Merit of the Italian Republic. Evening arrives. The big night begins. Star Singer, a young man, happy, very happy to have a job so he can eat is working the gallery's old-fashioned elevator. This is the very old model of elevators found in old elegant townhouses. Elevators that have brass scissor-gates that are drawn closed just before the elevator operator grabs that 'wheel'. That control wheel that gives only the very best skilled operators the chance / ability to actually line up the elevator floor with the level of the floor people are getting off on (the fun never stops). David Rockefeller with a demur, beautiful woman on his arm along with a few other people get on the elevator. Truly. For Real. David Rockefeller. Now, in Star Singer's fertile imagination, he is seeing himself, as he operates the controls of that old fashioned bouncy elevator, as if he's a character like Jerry Lewis, the comedian. This boy's really happy. And he is lining up the elevator's step off point with the desired floor of the art exhibition, the 3rd floor, like a champ. He's got the hang of it. Now, Star Singer knew that the art gallery's Parque wooden floors were waxed and polished only hours ago. People were sliding and slipping all over the place! In his best polite and proper voice he ANNOUNCES, before folks stepped off the elevator, that 'the floor was just waxed and the floor is extremely dangerous. Please be careful getting off the elevator. Thank you.' Appreciative and amused, people liked Star Singer's bubbly personality. Except for David Rockefeller who leaned into Star Singer's ear as he said: 'Don't talk to the people. You're just an elevator guy.' Star says: 'But I don't want people to get hurt. Someone's gonna slip and break their arm.' Rockefeller insists: 'Don't talk to the people. You are just an elevator guy.' So, what happens when David Rockefeller gets off the elevator? Yep. You got it. He slips and falls right on his. . . his, to use the French, his derrière! Helping him up, his girlfriend was heard saying: 'That nice young man tried to warn you.' Enjoy part 2 . . . soon! ####