ONE MOURNING LATER IN THE EXTRAORDINARY AFTERLIFE OF HARRY PERZIGIAN

29 Apr

009A few short words for the dearly departed.

April 29th of last year was the day that the immortal portal opened and my best friend just happened to peek his head right through and said ‘fuck it’ – the mortgage is probably cheaper here anyway” – leaving me to hold the bag wondering how did the last two episodes of the fourth season of Game of Thrones ended before the HBO got clipped off at his house. I’m still on the waiting list for the damn fifth disc from the latest DVD collection at my local library.

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We’ll never get together to listen to the 5.1 surround sound version of my favorite Yes album, Relayer on his unbelievable living room sound system. Ditto for the just newly released Jethro Tull’s Minstrel in the Gallery (both remixed by Porcupine Tree’s Steven Wilson)  – because it’s been dismantled now that the roommate and his girlfriend who now occupy his Brentwood condominium (on Harry’s dime of course – the place is still in his name) didn’t lift a finger on calling an ambulance when he kept blacking out and smacking his noggin on the cold hard linoleum floor thereby reaping in all the benefits of his estimated million dollar abode. During the time when I was a former roommate at that condo, Harry had the unconditional knack of knocking out a faithful rendition of “One White Duck = Nothing at All” with just him and his acoustic guitar at three o’clock in the morning. Would’ve loved to hear that one in super surround sound – but knowing Harry, he probably would’ve ruined it for me by whipping out his Martin acoustic guitar and TRY to play over it. Because Harry was just that way – always trying to be the center of attention.

All these so-called friends he had in the show biz world two decades back, John Fahey, Todd Bridges, Ryan O’Neal, Minka Kelly (well, technically Harry used to babysit and take her to hockey games back when he was dating her mother), Linda Hamilton, Dean Cain, Bobby Kimball, along with whoever else is surviving these days – all gone, all unaccounted for in never finding out the tragic end of the saga of their so-called party buddy.

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Even as I tried to gossipmonger my way through or dropping along e-mail hints to the press at the LA Times or the LA Weekly – there was not one single feint response. Not one single callback concerning an interest story based on perhaps one of the most notorious Hollywood scandals that occurred nationally concurrently with the Nicole Simpson and Ron Goldman murders: the suicide death of actor and drug abuser Hugh O’Connor, adoptive son of All in the Family Emmy winning actor Carroll O’Connor that had my friend Harry Perzigian taking the majority of the blame for it and EVEN being unlawfully incarcerated for it – because O’Connor was deep down,  a selfish piece of shit excuse for a human being, allowing his actor credibility to shift blaming someone else for his own ‘son’s’ demise when he couldn’t admit to the responsibility of taking care of his own ‘ALL in the family’ matters.

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The only word to a celebrity I’ve been nearly successful in getting the word out concerning Harry’s unfortunate twist of fate was to John Wetton, who co-wrote three demos with Harry back in the mid 1990s’ after a ASIA gig got let out in the Miracle Mile area of Los Angeles. Outside the venue, I was introduced to their new guitar player Sam Coulson through a facebook friend of mine, female singer Naomi Nektare and I gave him a message to pass on. Don’t really know if Mr. Wetton had received it or not.

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Nope. NOT one single reporter contacted me to verify the tragic turn of events or even wanted to hear about my attempt, along with the help of some other loyals friends and family (not his roommate – I assure you) he had left in the world in trying to save his life.

Not. One. Single. Douchebag. Member. Of. The. Press. Called.

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The LA Weekly – a Los Angeles area alternative newspaper and having a usual solid reputation of doing edgy cover stories  – SHOULD AT LEAST MADE IT A FEATURE STORY. People were just as captivated back then following it on the news as much as they were waiting to hear the OJ Simpson verdict being read.

So fuck you Dennis Romero. Fuck you for ignoring a very important piece of West Los Angeles history.

I could’ve been the new Kato Kaelin, goddamn it. The fucking police grilled me long enough to at least earn that title when they initially suspected that there was foul play involved with me and his roommate.

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I mean, who falls off his bed in the middle of the night trying to grab his guitar and winds up smashing his head into a pane glass mirror closet door after consuming just seven bottles of Canadian Mist and a entire bottle of prescribed methadone and tries to get up later to do tap dance?

Not very many people- but sometimes, Harry could have been capable of achieving the impossible. Only this time the inconceivable impossible finally caught up to him. The end. Finito. The punchline of the joke with the slight philosophical slant that my stepfather used to tell me when I was young dastardly came true (even though I felt there were equally as dumb as Harry’s were at times): It went something like this:  “Cary, you know, everyone dies from the same natural causes – in the exact same way: LACK OF BREATH.

Harry’s favorite joke – just in time for the festive Armenian genocide celebration and the one that got him the big laughs in 2013 when he trying to stave off his disease at St. John’s Hospital psych ward in Santa Monica, California:- ” You know, doc – there are THREE things that are capable of surviving a nuclear holocaust; cockroaches, rats, and ARMENIANS

And look at where you are now buddy, a one way ticket to the null and void – never to return.

With that said, a few weeks ago on April 11th, a select few of us people WHO still cared for Harry held a private get-together at the house of one of his ex-girlfriends up in the San Fernando Valley. Many were invited, but only a handful of us bothered to show up consisting of two ex-girlfriends, another friend named John, me, and Harry’s daughter flying in from Australia along with his two grandsons all shared together a two to three hour late afternoon dinner and discussion about the happy times and the bad times – climaxing with the ritual of releasing some blood butterflies from tiny little boxes in the shape of folded up paper classroom  footballs or Easy Wide rolling papers. I initially scoffed at the idea, believing no way can insects survive in little boxes shipped across the continent, but then I was remembering one time when I had ordered the deluxe version of Marillion’s 2005 Marbles album to be shipped from the UK and upon opening the package at my office at Warner Bros – a moth flew out and thinking in my mind ‘oh great, I probably released some new type of contagion, who knows what disease that moth’s carrying.’

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We also celebrated with music – Harry’s music. A first volume of music was assembled and cobbled together from hundreds of demos featuring many collaborations with musicians and writers as diverse as Bobby Kimball, Vixen, Pretty Boy Floyd, John Wetton and Kevin Dubrow. Unfortunately, even though we printed enough CDs for fifty or so guests – I can’t sell any copies of this collection, because you know, I sure as shit didn’t get anyone’s permission to duplicate these demos. I can give them away in underground circles. BUT I’m sure if any readers wanting to get a hand of a COPY can certainly find out a way to get their hands on one. IF you know what I mean, nudge, nudge, wink, wink.

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Coming soon: Blogs about Engineers, North Atlantic Oscillation, Steven Wilson, The May Sweeps, and the new upcoming Deposit Man issue.

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I fucking promise.

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40 Responses to “ONE MOURNING LATER IN THE EXTRAORDINARY AFTERLIFE OF HARRY PERZIGIAN”

  1. mr occonnor to you boy July 19, 2015 at 12:54 pm #

    how was his ass after prison ?

    • Cary Coatney July 20, 2015 at 7:56 pm #

      I wouldn’t know. Why? Are you going to door to door taking a survey on how durable is the strength of your pencil dick of how it takes sliding up and down someone’s grease hole?

      For the record – Harry was never in prison. He served two months in LA Men’s County Jail. Do your fucking research next time if you want to play nice.

      And who the fuck are you to speak ill of the dead?

    • brs1059 August 7, 2015 at 7:52 am #

      Harry had his challenges and issues but it appears yours are much worse. I feel sorry for you

      • Jojo September 30, 2015 at 8:00 pm #

        Harry Perzigian was a sucky songwriter and a faggot.

      • Cary Coatney October 3, 2015 at 9:22 pm #

        And I suppose you are a expert on what is sucky songwriting. Seeing as your troll name lists such great accomplishments. Go peddle your douchebaggery somewhere else. Such cowardliness to speak about someone who can no longer defend himself. Why don’t you use your real name so I can find you and kick you in the motherfucking teeth?

  2. Paradox October 4, 2015 at 6:35 pm #

    Wow, he died? Too bad it didn’t happen 30 years earlier. No one really gives two shits about a dead drug dealer who failed at everything he tried. Burn in hell, greaseball.

    • Cary Coatney October 5, 2015 at 6:47 am #

      Well, apparently you do since you’re wasting your precious internet time googling him. And he wasn’t’ a failure at songwriting either. He was still getting residuals with songs that he composed for soundtracks and Vixen albums.

  3. V for Vendetta November 1, 2015 at 10:43 am #

    Why don’t you tell everyone about how you were trying to get money out of him as he was delirious and not in his right mind? Pawn scum…

    • Cary Coatney November 2, 2015 at 9:09 am #

      Sadly, you’ve been misinformed. You want to point fingers, cock your thumb into the eye of his douchebag pot farm failure of a roommate who refused to call an ambulance for him when Harry started to go into cardiac arrest and then calls me out in Sherman Oaks to come down to take care of it. He’s the one who made out like a bandit, and now lives in the condo rent free, quickly moving in his girlfriend before the blood had dried on the hard wooden floors.

      That so called check that Harry’s con artist brother in Las Vegas is referring to? Harry wrote that check out to me for services rendered from the last time he sunk into a fucking stupor of no return which pulled me away from my job at the DGA to drive him to doctor appointments and taking care of his bird due to a broken foot WHEN HIS FUCKING ROOMMATE was never FUCKING around to help him out. Plus half that money was supposed to be sent to Australia into a trust fund for his grand children THAT THE FAMILY HAVE SEEMED TO HAVE PISSED ON and FORGET THAT THEY EVER EXIST! With the exception of Harry’s father, who seems to acknowledge that he has a grand daughter.

      We’ll talk more about this mysterious check in a 2nd Anniversary blog. Glad you brought it up Dickmouth.

      • Steven Musto January 5, 2016 at 7:47 am #

        That’s like your opinion, man.

      • Cary Coatney January 5, 2016 at 8:37 am #

        There is no opinion, man. I was there.

        You weren’t.

        So that just leaves it at…..A FACT.

        Do you want to be cryptic with anything else?

  4. GP February 9, 2016 at 10:27 am #

    Just want to clear up one detail regarding this accusation: “grand children THAT THE FAMILY HAVE SEEMED TO HAVE PISSED ON and FORGET THAT THEY EVER EXIST”–Harry did not learn that he had a daughter until she was 18 years old and she and her children live in Australia. In addition to the obvious logistical hurdles, Harry was also estranged from several of his family members.

    • Cary Coatney February 19, 2016 at 8:46 am #

      Doesn’t matter – family is family. Family doesn’t get to chose who their members are one day and who they are the next day like it’s A LA CARTE day at the Chinese buffet. It’s despicable how practically all the Perzigian siblings have just sneered at the mere mention of her and the grandchildrens’ existence. The only one sibling who reached out and agreed to meet up with her and the grandchildren to take them to Las Vegas to meet Harry’s mother was the one sibling I’VE been given marching orders not to talk to, WHO I also find ironically is the nicest and easiest one to talk to out of the whole misbegotten bunch, but unfortunately Harry did have much love for her. But like others tell me – THAT’s JUST MY OPINION talkin’ outta my ass.

    • Nicole July 16, 2016 at 2:45 am #

      Actually I was 23 ❤️ Best I could do after waiting til age 21 to be allowed to even access my records. Airfares to the USA not being cheap. Not Harry’s fault since he didn’t know I existed. We do the best with what we have at the time. As the Guru has already stated.

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  6. Loyd Webber March 9, 2016 at 4:38 pm #

    There is a lot of hipocracy over drugs by people like Carroll O’Conner, who was probably addicted to script. I guess you can’t mistreat a doctor the way you can someone who shared drugs with a TV star’s son.

    • Cary Coatney March 9, 2016 at 8:38 pm #

      Good observation. In fact, this is probably the most intelligent comment ever posted about this entry.
      About time someone paid close attention.

      And it took a Canadian to do all the heavy lifting.

  7. John Elmos May 27, 2016 at 10:28 am #

    Druggie. Glad he’s dead. I’ll be visiting his grave to piss and spit on it

    • Cary Coatney May 27, 2016 at 5:40 pm #

      Why don’t you stop by Hugh Connor’s grave on your way and wax your tube steak a hot one on his mound – since you’re so quick to admonish blame on just one “drug dealer” ?

      How many fucking times is the public is going to fart on the fact that it wasn’t Harry who put the gun in Hugh’s mouth and that Hugh was equally complicit in the drug dispersal himself?

      Jeez, it’s like swatting at annoying gnats around here.

      ~

      Coat

    • Cary Coatney May 27, 2016 at 5:43 pm #

      By the way – John Elmos. I can see what era you’re stuck in. Worshipping eighties one hit wonders.

      ~

      Coat

  8. Sally Henderson June 4, 2016 at 10:44 pm #

    Harry sounds like a piece of abortion who never took responsibility for any of idiot actions! Good he is gone/ can’t cause any further harm in this world.

    • Cary Coatney June 6, 2016 at 8:43 am #

      Where the fuck do you troll cunts & troll cocksuckers even hail from? Why can’t someone supply the answer to Hugh O’ Connor’s lack of responsibilities to his wife and son? The fucking mentality of most of you people is fucking staggering. You’ve got to let this shit go. For the last time, Harry Perzigian was not responsible for Hugh O’Connor’s death. Hugh had a buttsore addiction to coke way before Harry ever entered the picture. Sally, I just bet you’re the fucking cunt who used to call Harry’s house 20 FUCKING YEARS after he served his time for these ‘trumped’ up charges and leave these stupid half assed indecipherable death threats on the phone. In fact, you ARE probably one of those jack upped cunts who’s had her asshole ripped to shreds by Harry’s enormous Armenian Horsecock, only to have the door slammed in your face when coming back begging for more. So fuckity fuck you Sally, I hope you die of cancer of the cunt, but chances are you’re probably already had that ailment listed on your medical record, it’s just that it takes its’ sweet ass fucking time to kill an old buzzard bitch like you.

  9. Tonto July 31, 2016 at 10:57 pm #

    Good riddance … More oxygen for the rest of us

    • Cary Coatney August 1, 2016 at 8:40 am #

      How nice. A guy posting from Great Britain who knows nothing about anything. Just comes in to troll with his two pence. Piss off mate.

      • Frank October 24, 2016 at 9:43 pm #

        Coat,

        It is touching your affection for your friend.
        But I believe you will best honor him by how well you live your life after his death.
        Be inspired. Peace on Earth.

        Frank

      • Cary Coatney October 25, 2016 at 8:58 am #

        Finally, a voice of sanity on this page. Thanks for the vote of confidence, rather than faceless cowards signing on to bash the memory of a dead man who really no horse in the race of praising a one note actor who was solely responsible for his own actions. NOT THE GUY WHO WENT IN HALFSIES WITH BUYING THE DRUGS. Let me repeat once more, both Harry and Hugh BOUGHT THE DRUGS TOGETHER. Harry was not fucking dealer. I know, it comes as a shock to all of you, but let it sink in a little bit for another twenty or so years.

        ~

        Coat

  10. Rusty Shackleford October 30, 2016 at 8:12 am #

    Your boy will always be remembered as a piece of shit drug dealer who didn’t give a shit about who he hurt or killed or anything but money and that is probably as it should be.

    • Cary Coatney October 31, 2016 at 8:41 am #

      Do you have proof of this OR are you simply a no nothing piece of shit asshole who just likes to shoot his mouth off?

      If you want to settle this face to face, let me know. I could do with scraping my knuckles on any piece of shit coward who wants to weigh with false testimony.

      ~

      Coat

    • j.Doe November 6, 2016 at 9:03 pm #

      I concur↑↑

  11. Just a stranger December 4, 2016 at 6:14 am #

    Just stumbled upon this conversation. Wow!
    Just a couple of comments;
    Hugh O’Connor took his life because he just couldnt see any light at the end of that long dark tunnel
    That is a tragedy. For someone to be so sad is a tragedy.
    Carroll O’Conner lost his baby boy. A baby he was blesssed to be a father to. I am a mother who has lucky enough to see her babies grow up and avoid the pitfalls of addiction. The thought of losing my babies for ANY reason makes it hard to breathe.
    It sounds like your friend died a sad and tragic death with no one around who loved him. Im sure you would have cared for him if you had been there when he first showed signs of distress.
    Im so sorry you are hurting and angry. In this life we really only have a few real friends who would be there for us no matter what. You sound like that kind of real friend.
    I wish you peace

    • Cary Coatney December 5, 2016 at 8:59 am #

      I humbly thank you so very much for the intelligent and most insightful comment ever to be posted on this thread. It shows that someone actually read into this blog instead of spewing ‘troll’ hatred on somebody that nobody really has no personal connection to.

      Writing and revitalizing my series of Yes Logs was my own self induced therapy on how to deal with a loss of a friend.

      But let’s clarify one thing: Harry was not alone when he died, NOT in the physical sense, mentally perhaps, but from evidence, there were always people surrounding him practically 24/7. He had this crazy phobia of being alone and always had someone staying around to hang out with him, if it wasn’t him, it was the girlfriend, the roommate, or any of his exes he’d be talking that he’d still be on good terms with. I hung out with him on every Friday evening when he would allow me to use my old room to get up early when I had to work at SAG-AFTRA for mandatory weekend OT when I couldn’t find the viable transportation to get there in the morning from the Valley. And there were Sundays when he’d allow me to watch premium cable shows for free for practically all night until I could catch the last bus to the Valley, or if it got too late, he’d drive me home.

      However, it’s the inside people from within his family and the last clown roommate are the ones who deeply betrayed him. I tackled the subject of how the younger brother was the one who plunged the knife in his back in the sequel to this blog entitled the Two Mournings Later in the Extraordinary Afterlife of Harry Perzigian .

      Next April, I’ll reveal the reasons why Harry took his life in a step by step examination. It has a lot to do with the girlfriend, of which I didn’t delve into in the previous blogs.

      Happy Holidays.

  12. rememberin back in the day December 27, 2016 at 12:30 pm #

    i remember Carroll O’Connor being on tv and announcing Harry’s name as his son’s dealer and thinking,…wow! what balls! Its very sad situation when you hear someone living a life that’s out of control. Interesting to hear of all the people in and out of Mr. Perzigian’s life. What did he need in life that he wasn’t getting? Also interesting that you blame his roommate and the roommate’s girlfriend for failing him in his last moments. Why not name them?

    • Cary Coatney January 3, 2017 at 6:13 pm #

      Why? So you can call them up?

      You don’t see me mentioning the brother’s name either, right?

      The questions you ask will be the subject of the Third Part this April in which we will examine the thoughts that were going on in Harry’s head that led him to his demise.

      ~

      Coat

  13. Claudio Varga January 30, 2017 at 5:55 pm #

    Hi. I just came across your post randomly. On a whim I was searching for recordings of Lace, Harry’s old band. I knew Harry pretty well back then. I was a roadie for Lace for 2-3 years. Right at their peak in and around LA, and then they started falling apart. I used to see him and John and Scott and Lee almost every night at the rehearsal studio in Northridge. I’m very sad to hear of his passing. Harry was the funniest of them all. He and John just wouldn’t shut up. I found out about John’s passing almost exactly the same way. I wouldn’t mind corresponding with you about Harry privately. I have no bones to pick with Harry. Thx.

    • Cary Coatney January 30, 2017 at 6:04 pm #

      I think Harry has mentioned you a couple of times. I have all, if not most of his demos lying around, but I think his ex-girlfriend has the Lace recordings on a DAT tape somewhere. I couldn’t make copies of that tape for the family unfortunately because I don’t have access to studios these days.

      But we’ll talk soon.

      ~
      Coat

  14. PendergrastToolnDIE March 19, 2017 at 12:13 am #

    Coat, you ain’t overdosed and killed your miserable life yet? I mean you look like a ragged out whore from the 80s. Oh wait you are! I remember goin for about 18 straight hours with Hugh and Harry. I was the only one in the group that could physically beat the shit out of Harry. His dumb Armenian ass was pretty strong, but I was like Van Damme back then. I used to beat the ever loving shit out of him and take his drugs. Me and Hugh multiple times met up and I’d have “the other half” of the stash and we’d combine forces. Harry’d call the fuck out of us pissed off. I remember answering the phone because I was tired of hearing it ring and I couldn’t fucking believe it, it was Carroll! He said “this is John” so it threw me the fuck off. 20 minutes later, he’s out front and we scrammed the fuck out and called Harry and pretended we wanted to get together. We really just needed a place to go. Regardless. I’m glad as fuck he’s dead. I only wish it was you. I hope you’re next you miserable ugly piece of shit. I have no idea how two motherfuckers like you and harry were ever granted an oxygen pass. I mean it truly means there is no god. Because you two miserable wastes of fucking skin are prime examples of what NOT to be. Harry was a pile of shit. I always treated him like so. He deserved to die.

    • Cary Coatney March 20, 2017 at 8:58 am #

      Hey, are you the same jackwad who called me in the middle of the night and left a message on my phone crying about how your dead mother was buried with her head up her ass while you couldn’t bring yourself to pull your finger out of your dad’s ass before you feared that the dyke might break? If you’re the same miserable loser troll who is so extremely jealous because you couldn’t your song played on MTV like Harry did, then let’s settle this face to face at my office located off of 5757 Wilshire Blvd or I could just simply cut to the chase and punch you straight in the dick which I hear all miserable faced trolls like to get off on.

      You got my number prick.

      ~

      Coat

  15. BB April 9, 2017 at 11:05 pm #

    A friend to the end..

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