Peggy Green (Raggi) spent considerable time with Jim Morrison in a romantic relationship. She has stories on the way about Morrison and their special bond.
Was head waitress at Thee Experience, and later worked the Whisky and Rainbow in the early seventies. She was Daryl DeLoach`s (Iron Butterfly) roommate at the townhouses on Bronson--close friends with Jim Morrison.
Peggy remembers: “It was 1969, summer, I think, but don`t bet the farm on my memory. Anyone who was a sunset stripling remembers that we served a traditional English breakfast at thee experience after hours. This particular night the dead had been playing and w/ them was their pal Stanley Augustus Owsley, (yes, that Owsley). As I recall he was not much bigger than I and I am small person then and now. it seemed that everytime I’d go in the kitchen to pick up orders from Chrissy the kitchen martyr (as he was lovingly known) Owsley would pop a piece of ice cream into my mouth. I thought, how cute, and kept taking bites. Turns out he was doing the same to almost everyone in the club. Suddenly I found myself sitting on the steps that acted as bleachers in the back of the room w/ some customers burger which I was finding mesmerizing. I kept throwing it up and down and it was turning into the most beautiful colors I’d ever seen. At some point, don`t recollect when I became horribly afraid of that killer burger and began to cry and cry and cry. The next thing I remember I was shooting pool at the little bar by the Chinese restaurant. I’d been saved either by Doug Lubahn or Dallas Taylor. I only wish I knew which one, but if either of you read this thanks.”
“Here is a wee tale of one night at Thee Experience. I’m supposing by my choice of jewel encrusted breast plates (from a sleazy jewelry shop on Hwd. Blvd. near Las Palmas) that it must have been summer. In any case it was a night like many others at Marshall’s club....everyone was there. Ellyn worked the door, sitting pretty in her window, saying yes or no, depending on who was trying to get inside. This particular evening Marshall Brevitz (a dear man, no longer w/ us) had just sent wild man fisher to the close-by Laundromat to wash his clothes before he could join the frolic. What he wore while his clothes were washing I gratefully do not remember. He was singing his favorite song, merry-go-round, boop, boop, boop and entertaining the tourists. Mayor Rodney B. had arrived with a contingent of beauties, as usual, with side kic Kim Fowley, splendiferous, of course!
All of a sudden across sunset Cynthia Plaster & partner (whose name I can`t remember at all) got out of a taxi, with their little tool boxes in hand. As she crossed the street dressed in what I was certain was a shower curtain she was promptly knocked down by a red vw. Don’t fret, Cynthia was not to be deterred. She knew that Led Zeppelin were there and she had work to do. So as Marshall was freaking and ready to call an ambulance, Miss Cynthia, picked herself up, retrieved her "tool box" and marched right in...She had important work to do!! There is a sad ending to this endeavor though, alas! her prey of the evening were in fact there for one of our kipper and cold baked bean breakfasts they so loved, but otherwise entertained, under the table as was so often the case. Does anyone remember a very tall, very thin groupie named Dani? Well it was her turn under the table much to Miss Cynthia’s dismay. After that it seemed that for the next month or so every