My life has been, and remains to be, such a strange journey with some unforgettable characters who reappear in the most surprising of places.
If you’ve been around this site much at all you’ve no doubt read about the “LA Slimeball” who was a third of the Trijon Management company that thoroughly screwed me out of a record deal in Nashville. Last week I found a bunch of cassette tapes including some rehearsals of the band and the voice mails that notified me of my place in the band.
The voice mails (which I’ll post later this week) revealed the Slimeball, Jeff’s, last name which had been eluding me. It’s Mullen.
I have it on my “to do” list to go in and edit the stories and add his name in. I haven’t gotten to that yet.
As a quick refresher, here is my description from Part V: Getting to Know You:
Iâ€™ve avoided describing him up to this point because I canâ€™t find anything nice to sayâ€¦ but Iâ€™ve mentioned Jeff, Deliousâ€™ right hand man/business manager. Jeff embodied everything I hate about Los Angeles. He was shallow, rude, pessimistic, and I never trusted him. Not from day one when he first talked to me at the audition between phone calls. He was too thin, too tan, his hair was too blonde, he dressed far too young for his age, and he used the word â€œDudeâ€ without any sense of irony. His handshake was damp, limp and insincere. If I were to base a cartoon character on him, it would be a creature that was the perfect combination of rattlesnake, earthworm, and a mangy starved pit bull.
Tonight, while getting my weekly dose of Nick on “Family Jewels,” Gene Simmons was in Las Vegas and went to the Adult Entertainment Convention. Where he promptly met the Vice President of Sex-Z Pictures (not EVEN Safe For Work), Jeff Mullen.
I wasn’t watching the screen at first, I recognized the voice and my jaw dropped. He looks awful, the past ten years have not been kind to him. I am not at all surprised to learn that he is heavily involved in the porn promotion industry. Everyone who has met him has described him as sleazy, and slimy, and repugnant.
Though he is only on screen for less than thirty seconds, I feel very much like I need a shower and an entire bottle of hand sanitizer. I had a visceral physical reaction to his voice and face. I could smell his cologne and feel his limp sweaty handshake and it just gives me the heebie jeebies.