Detroit Rock City
“I had no idea this place existed. It was great, with the drag queens and the mime syncing and all the coke and the pot and everything all over the place and everybody dressing up in glam. One guy looked like Marc Bolan from T. Rex. It was called Frank Gagen’s, but a guy named Bookie owned it. He was a real bookie, and he had this voice thing where he had to put a little microphone up to his neck to talk. Everyone was going there, sort of underground. Queen came in there after a show, and Freddi...e picked some kid up and bought him a Maserati.
Vince Bannon: Bookie had his vocal cords cut, but he would talk, although with difficulty, with no voice box. Most of the time he talked, like, in this almost, like, this really, kind of like, slurred whisper. He was in his late sixties.
David Keeps: Vince went in and found Bookie sitting on a bar stool with the trach thing, the cancer mic. Bookie would sort of quack like a duck—that’s what it sounded like. The only person that could really understand him was Vince.MoreLess
Vince Bannon: Bookie had his vocal cords cut, but he would talk, although with difficulty, with no voice box. Most of the time he talked, like, in this almost, like, this really, kind of like, slurred whisper. He was in his late sixties.
David Keeps: Vince went in and found Bookie sitting on a bar stool with the trach thing, the cancer mic. Bookie would sort of quack like a duck—that’s what it sounded like. The only person that could really understand him was Vince.MoreLess
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