DCS: charlie watts

Charlie Watts, the longtime drummer for the venerable Rolling Stones passed away last week at the age of 80. His death prompted an outpouring on social media of love and condolences in the form of memories, stories and anecdotes from a host of renowned peers, like Paul McCartney, Pete Townshend, Elton John and many, many more. The notorious story of a nattily-dressed Charlie decking his bandmate Mick Jagger was the most often repeated tale and — to be honest — I was going to relate that story myself, until I heard this one.

Australian rocker Nick Cave was asked by a fan if he felt any sort of kinship to the late drummer and he had these heartfelt words to offer….

About ten years ago I decided that it might be a good idea to get in shape for an upcoming tour and so I booked some training sessions at a local gym in Brighton. I’d never trained or even entered a gym before and I also didn’t have any kit, and so, in preparation, I ordered a tracksuit from Amazon. When it arrived the tracksuit was very small — I think it was actually a child’s size. I had forgotten to order trainers but found an old pair of giant white sneakers that had belonged to one of the kids. As I left the house for my first session at the gym I was aware that I looked ridiculous and so I stuck on a bucket hat that was lying around in an effort to disguise myself.

I spent the most punishing hour of my life in the gym that day, with a trainer who, as far as I’m concerned, basically violated me. Drenched in sweat, I left the gym vowing never to return. On the drive home I suddenly remembered that I had promised Susie that I would pick her up from Heathrow — I also realised that I was late and had no time to go home to change out of my gym clothes but I thought, ‘Fuck it, I’ll drive straight to the airport, run into the terminal to meet her and then get out of there, no one will see me.’

When I arrived at the airport I needed to have a piss so I stopped at the bathrooms and as I walked back out, in my tiny tracksuit, my giant white trainers and my bucket hat, there, walking toward me, was Charlie Watts of The Rolling Stones. He had silver hair and was dressed in an elegant pearl-grey three piece suit, a button down checked shirt and a tie. He literally glowed with a kind of inner serenity, and as we passed each other we locked eyes for a moment and he smiled at me — not an unkind smile, but not a kind one either, rather the impassive look one animal might give to another in the wild, that signaled their complete and total supremacy.

As I watched Charlie Watts disappear into the crowd, I rearranged my bucket hat, and thought, “There goes a truly great drummer,” which is what I thought when I heard the news this week of his passing — “There goes a truly great drummer.”

Sure. the story of Charlie Watts dressing in a suit in the middle of the night to punch Mick Jagger in the face is a great legacy. Nick’s memory is equally as “rock & roll”.



DCS: nancy frankel

Nancy Frankel graduated in 1952 from Temple University’s Tyler School of Art and pursued and received a Masters Degree in art education from Columbia University. She explored a variety of mediums, working in tempera paint and graphite as well as bronze, Plexiglas, cut wood and other materials to create three-dimension sculptures. Her abstract works reflected her interest in music, nature and human relationships.

Nancy was nurtured by a number of strong and influential female teachers as she studied at Tyler and Columbia. She felt the need to “give back” to younger female students once she herself became a teacher. She lived in Kensington, Maryland — midway between Rockville and Sliver Spring — and often took in hopeful female art students to help them in developing their artistic skills. She would often place “works-in-progress” on her front lawn. Neighbors would comment on the works while they talked with Nancy and whatever student was her current resident.

Except for Julia Birch. There was something a bit “off” about Julia Birch.

Julia had moved in with Nancy at the beginning of 2021. She was quiet. She kept to herself, unlike the previous students that lived with Nancy. Julia wouldn’t return neighbors’ morning greetings, She wouldn’t wave and she would rarely speak.

On July 28, Julia woke up in the morning, quietly went to Nancy’s bedroom and suffocated her. Then she called 911 to report what she had done and waited for police to arrive. Nancy Frankel was 92 years old.



DCS: dick trickle

After recovering from an accident that nearly rendered him immobile for the rest of his life, nine-year-old Dick Trickle was taken to Crown Speedway in his hometown of Wisconsin Rapids, Wisconsin. The youngster was bewildered by the speeding cars and, at that moment, was determined to become a race car driver.

Dick became one of the most prolific drivers in the history of the sport. He ran over 2200 races, winning over half of them. 67 of those wins came in 1972 alone. He participated in all of the major auto racing circuits including NASCAR and American Speed Association. He was popular among fans, as well as his fellow drivers.

On May 16, 2013, Dick parked his pick-up truck at Forest Lawn Cemetery in Boger City, North Carolina. He called 911 and told the operator “There was going to be a dead body. Suicide.” When the operator asked who was going to commit suicide, Dick replied, “I’m the one.” When police arrived at the scene, they discovered Dick dead from a self-inflicted gunshot. He was 71 years old. His granddaughter, the victim of a car accident, was previously interred at Forest Lawn Cemetery.



DCS: audrey munson

Photographer Felix Benedict Herzog — the first to have his photographs accepted as “art” — spotted 17 year-old Audrey Munson window-shopping with her mother on Manhattan’s Fifth Avenue. He introduced the teen to his friends and colleagues in the New York art society. Soon, Audrey was an in-demand artist’s model — posing for photographs, paintings and sculptures.

After being persuaded to pose nude, Audrey became the model for numerous sculptures on display throughout the country. For the magnificent Three Graces, on public display in the Grand Ballroom at the Hotel Astor in Times Square, Audrey was the model for all three depicted figures. She was the subject of nearly all of Alexander Stirling Calder’s sculpted figures created for the Panama–Pacific International Exposition held in San Francisco in 1915. Audrey even posed for Charles Dana Gibson as one of his celebrated “Gibson Girls.”

Audrey’s notoriety led to a film career. She became one of the very first actress to appear nude in mainstream film, beginning with the drama Inspiration in 1915. Her films were confounding to censors, forcing them to allow the films under the classification of “art,” lest they begin banning Renaissance artwork, as well.

A prominent Manhattan doctor was taken by Audrey’s beauty and popularity. He murdered his wife in an effort to make himself available to the young actress/model. After his arrest, Audrey denied any sort of relationship with the doctor when questioned by police. The doctor received a death sentence as a result of a trial, but he hanged himself in prison prior to his execution.

Audrey became the subject of a number of publicity stunts, including posing with a bogus $27,500 check to promote her latest film. She also was involved in a nationwide search for “the perfect man” to marry. The search was called off when she announced that she was not ready for matrimony. Publicity tours, acting and modeling soon took a toll on Audrey’s physical and mental heath. She attempted suicide in 1921, but was unsuccessful. However, her mother petitioned to have Audrey committed to an asylum in 1931, citing erratic behavior and mental issues. She was placed in the St. Lawrence State Hospital for the Insane in Ogdensburg, New York, where she was treated for depression and schizophrenia. Audrey remained in the facility for 65 years, until her death in 1996 at the age of 104. She went for decades without a visitor.