This article originally ran in the April 30, 1974 issue of the Boston Phoenix. Seems that back in the day, old super-conserative Bill was attempting some kind of lame gonzo. I mean “a grumous haze?” What the hell is "grumous?" Think there’s going to be stuff on Glenn Beck delivered to haunt that gibbering, self-appointed messiah?
“The predominately student crowd which packed every square foot of a Boston University auditorium was growing restless. A grumous haze, caused by the blending of cigarettes and marijuana smoke, hung over the room which was becoming increasingly more claustrophobic with every passing second. Gerard Damiano and the second of his porno-flic films, The Devil In Miss Jones, were already twenty minutes late when a roar went up from the throng. The Samuel Goldwyn of hard-core pornography had arrived. Dressed in a fire-engine red sports coat, checked slacks and platform shoes, Damiano is exactly what you would expect a pornographer to look like. His hair is a neatly coiffed graying pompadour and his lecherous smile seems to be saying: "Candy, little girl?" Accompanying him was his wife, a platinum blond in sunglasses. The image was perfect. Damiano seized the microphone and, as the house quieted uttered his first words: "I'm very gratified by your friendly reaction and I promise I won't say a single thing about baked beans." "Is he for real?" a girl up front asked.” (Click here for more)
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