Documente Academic
Documente Profesional
Documente Cultură
Lord L.Ron Hubbard, known to his followers as The Source, assembled this
funky jazz ensemble from members of Sea Org aboard the flagship of their
fleet, The Apollo, originally named The Royal Scotman (supposed to be
The Royal Scotsman, but typos & no spell-check in those days). The Sea
Org is a unit of the Church of Scientology, comprising the church's most
dedicated members. It was established on 12 August 1967 by Commodore
L.Ron Hubbard, the science fiction church's founder. They initially resided
on board three ships, the Diana, the Athena, & the Apollo because they
where banned from nearly every country around the globe. In 1971, Sea
Org assumed responsibility for the ecclesiastical development of the
church, particularly the upper levels of its training known as Operating
Thetan or OT. The band itself played a strange semi-skilled brand of
garage jazz. The fact is that this band was assembled to gather recruits
for Scientology with free "rock concerts" around the world.
The musick on this album was primarily imagined by L.Ron, honed to its
razor sharp mediocrity aboard the Apollo. Then the musick was recorded
over a period of days, recording 14 to 15 hours at a crack, directed by
Hubbard. Hubbard had rented a movie theater in Portugal as the recording
venue. As the Stars recorded, they were constantly badgered by Hubbard
to fit their styles within the narrow confines of Hubbard's vision. He
charged them a dollar for every wrong note they played (still, many wrong
notes made it into the final recording). When it was over, the Stars owed
Hubbard hundreds of dollars for their wrong notes.
Miller writes, “On 18 June, the Navy Department replied, enclosing the
four routine medals awarded to former Lieutenant Lafayette R. Hubbard,
US Naval Reserve, and noting, 'The records in this Bureau fail to establish
Mr Hubbard's entitlement to the other medals and awards listed in your
request.'
In the summer, the Commodore turned his attention from his own image
to that of his ship. He was taken with an idea to improve the Apollo's
public relations by staging free concerts and dance performances for the
local residents at her regular ports of call. After hours of watching
television in Queens, he considered himself an expert on popular music
and modern dance and believed he had made important `discoveries'
about the nature of rock music and the need for a strong heavy beat. He
often demonstrated his theories to a mystified Jim Dincalci. On the ship,
he was able to put his ideas into practice with his own band, the 'Apollo
Stars', made up of volunteers from the crew chosen at auditions
conducted by the Commodore with all the confidence and aplomb of a
man who had spent a lifetime in show business.
Ken Urquhart, who probably knew more about music than anyone on
board, resolutely refused to become involved. 'My favourite composer was
Mozart, not the horrible, raucous noise they were making. They practiced
on the deck most afternoons, playing music made up by LRH with a very
primitive, animal beat. There was no way I was going to go near them.'
Mike Goldstein, who had played drums in a semi-professional group while
he was at university, volunteered to play with the Apollo Stars in order to
get out of the RPF (Rehabilitation Project Force). 'LRH had said anyone in
the RPF who was accepted for the band or the dance troupe would be let
out. I volunteered because I thought anything was better than running
around in a black boiler suit. I was wrong. The band was terrible, awful; it
was the most embarrassing thing I have ever done.'
Hubbard's idea was that the Apollo Stars would be playing on the aft well
deck each time the ship entered a harbor and that bookings for both the
band and dance troupe would be arranged in advance at every port of
call. Since he would be making appearances himself, he had a new
uniform designed with a suitably theatrical flair. It featured a powder blue
kepi with a lavishly gold-braided peak and a cloak in the same hue, lined
with scarlet silk. He looked, Urquhart reported, 'most peculiar'.
Quentin Hubbard, now twenty, began rehearsing with the dance troupe
and enjoyed it so much he made the mistake of telling his father he would
like to be a dancer. 'Oh no you wouldn't,' Hubbard replied. 'I have other
plans for you.' There was no further discussion and Quentin was no longer
allowed to perform. Not long afterwards, he made a feeble attempt at
suicide while the ship was docked at Funchal in Madeira.
'He'd gone missing ashore for a while,' said his friend Doreen Smith, 'and
while people were out looking for him he just walked back on board. I went
to see him in his cabin to make sure he was OK and found him lying on his
bunk. He smiled at me and I said, "Hi, how are you feeling?" He said, "Not
so good, my stomach's real upset." Then he said, "Doreen, I've done the
most awful thing. I've taken a whole lot of pills." I said, "Oh shit. Get out of
the bunk and don't go to sleep." I began walking him around the cabin and
said, "You know I'm going to have to tell your Dad, don't you?" He nodded
and said, "I know. He'll know what to do."'
Doreen ran to the Commodore's cabin and said 'Quentin's taken some
pills.' Hubbard did not need it spelled out. He told Doreen to fetch some
mustard from the galley and mixed it into a drink which he made Quentin
gulp down. The boy vomited repeatedly and was taken to the sick bay to
recover. His father sent down a message that as soon Quentin was well
enough to leave the sick bay, he was to be assigned to the RPF. Mary Sue
Hubbard, Hubbard’s third wife, who had a reputation for protecting her
children against the excesses of the ship's regime, was powerless to
intervene. She was supposed to be responsible for welfare on board --
indeed, she had won a special dispensation from the Commodore to allow
married couples in the RPF to spend one night together a week -- but
knew her husband was in a towering rage over Quentin and there was
nothing she could do.
Rebecca Goldstein was among the inmates of the RPF when Quentin
arrived. 'It was real tough for him,' she said. 'He was very delicate and
refined, not at all self-important, very unlike his father. He had hardly any
facial or body hair and it was very hard to say whether he had started
shaving. There were rumors that he'd attempted suicide before. He
cringed from his father, he was completely overwhelmed by him.'
The valiant attempts of the Apollo Stars and its associated dance troupe
to win the hearts and minds of the Spanish and the Portuguese people did
not meet with overwhelming success, although the political climate did
not help. There had been a military coup in Portugal earlier in the year
and the subsequent unease tended to make the Portuguese nervous of
mysterious foreign ships calling at its ports for no apparent reason. The
Apollo had also managed to upset the Spaniards by mistakenly
attempting to enter a major naval base at El Firol.
The ship's real problem, however, was that its 'shore story' was wearing
thin. Portuguese and Spanish port authorities were still being told that the
Apollo was owned by a highly successful business consultancy firm, but
all they could see was an old, rust-streaked ship, often festooned with
ragged laundry and crewed by young people in tattered, ill-assorted
uniforms. It was little wonder that suspicions mounted about its activities
and rumors took hold that the ship was operated by the CIA.
Jim Dincalci, who had been put ashore to run a port office in Funchal,
Madeira, became alarmed by the rumors. 'It seemed to be common
knowledge in Madeira that the ship was not what it was supposed to be
and most people seemed to think it was a CIA spy ship. I had made friends
on the island and had contacts in local Communist cells. The word was
that the Communists were out to get the ship next time she arrived in
Madeira. I sent telexes to LRH warning him what was happening and
advising him not come to Madeira until things had calmed down. I was
absolutely shocked to see the ship come into the harbor.'
Nervous Scientologists lining the rails of the ship tried chanting 'CIA' back
at the crowd, but it did nothing to lower the tension. Then the first stone
clanged against the Apollo's hull and a bottle smashed on the fore deck.
More stones and bottles followed as the crowd's anger spread. The crew
scattered to take shelter and began picking up the stones from the deck
and throwing them back into the crowd. In a matter of moments it became
a pitched battle.
Hubbard, who was watching what was going on from the bridge, got out a
bullhorn and boomed 'Communista, Communista’ at the crowd. Then he
began taking photographs of the stone-throwers with a flash unit, further
inflaming their tempers. Several of the crew were hit by flying stones,
including Kima Douglas, whose jaw was broken by a large lump of rock
that hit her full in the face. On the quayside, one of the crowd opened his
trousers, waggled his penis and took a direct hit with a well-aimed stone
from the ship.
With stones and sticks and bottles flying in all directions, there was total
confusion on board the Apollo. Some crew members would later describe
the Commodore as being perfectly cool through the whole incident, others
said he appeared to be terrified. Whatever his state, no one was taking
charge and everyone was screaming orders. In one part of the ship
someone was trying to get together a party to repel boarders; in another,
the sea hoses were being run out and trained on the crowd in an attempt
to persuade them to disperse.
Excerpt…
Hubbard had spent tens of thousands of dollars to obtain the very best
recording equipment, yet the Apollo Stars music on this album is
technically and musically sub-par. Apparently Hubbard did not understand
the basics of mixing. The music on the album sounds as if he did the mix
while listening through headphones with cotton in his ears, never
bothering to listen to it through speakers. The sound, distorted and mixed
in the wrong proportions, is bunched into the right and left channels, an
amateur's gross mistake. The rhythm guitarist was mixed in just as loud as
the soloists. This way one can clearly hear the same two chords over and
over and over and over again (while the high voltage saxophone player
plays the ten notes that he knew over and over and over again). The
muses were battered and bruised.
Once they had finalized a song, the Stars were only allowed to play their
songs one way, no variation in notes, tempo or feeling. Hubbard, satisfied
with a rendition of one of their pieces of music would decree that that
rendition was the LRH Approved Version. If Hubbard caught them
changing the music as he listened to local radio broadcasts there would
be hell to pay.
The decline of the Apollo Stars is a metaphor for the final year of the
Apollo. Advance men would arrange free concerts for the locals as part of
the arrival of the Apollo into ports. The official concerts deteriorated into
lackluster affairs attended by bored locals. Finally the Stars were just
abandoned as Hubbard reassigned the musicians to other duties. As
things got more and more desperate, Hubbard sent a message to the US
Guardian's Office head (DGUS), ordering that a land base be established
as there were no places left for the Apollo to go. Hubbard said he was
running out of time. The DGUS dispatched an assistant from his office in
California to Florida and under the business name of Southern Land
Development Corporation arranged the transfer of the Sea Org to a "Land
Base".
The 'Voyage of the Damned' was over, but the on-shore migration ushered
in another chapter in the sorry history of the Sea Org.”
Some final notes about musicians & others associated with the album. On
the front cover, Annie Broeker is sitting on the left, then Dan Auerbach, &
then Lord L.Ron. Tony Strawn is the other guy wearing a hat, back row
right.
Tracklist:
Side 1 –
The Power of Source
Summertime
Side 2 –
We’re Moving In
Johnny Comes Marching Home Again
My Dear Portugal(Meu Querido Portugal)