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... in a gray ambulance. I saw him one night at a coffee house, the Avalon, on Brown st. It was a folk/folk rock place that had turned around into a jebus freak place. I didn't realized it had changed and neither had Coe. His reception was ... cool. He played for tips and left that night with only the $.38 I gave him. This was in '70. They shut him down after he sang a song about using a baseball bat to tenderize his wife's head.
The owner, Craig Yoe, did the art for a series of matchbook sized comics that detailed all the horrible ways we hippys were going to die and suffer in hell. These days he's a kind of well known for his erotic art.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Craig_Yoe
I was at Craig's first wedding, officiated by Father Fred, an Episcopal Priest. The tone was set when Fred said, "We're here to celebrate the union of Jaig and Cranet.
Jaig and Cranet went to Atlantic City for their honeymoon. Had a mystical experience, allegedly, and fell into a clutch of jebus freaks.
So the story goes.
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