Michael Moore: One of the MCs. Tom's right hand man
Michael has so many stories it's hard to know where to start. Like the one he tells about seeing Marilyn Monroe on the beach when he was a kid playing with his friends. He followed her, along with the paprazzi to her hotel room, she shared with her hubby, Joe DiMaggio. She smiled at him.
There are a number of stories of burning matresses being thrown out of windows at hte old Beaux Arts. One of them involves Michael Moore and another one involves Barry Sims. Regardless, there were several fires and enough mattresses to go around. Boo Erhsam caught the moment on pen and ink. I believe there were even t-shirts made of it, although that may be a stretch.
1966 Mike was a roadie. First time he played at Beaux Arts he wore a white shirt and tie, as did Jim Morrison.
Morrison story - He (Jim) played ukelele and read poetry. Read really short poems. Beaux Arts is mentioned in "Angles Dance, Angles Die" Jim at Beaux Arts is mentioned. Author insists Tom had a relationship with Jim, which Tom denies. He parents owned a laundromat. Barry Simms was the first MC. Kerouac showed up drunk and Tom always threw him out.
Tom's right hand man, Michael Moore wrote a great poem that tells a lot of the story.
To Tom Reese, Host of the Beaux Arts Gallery Coffeehouse,
on his Seventy-Fifth Birthday. "Let Pinellas Park rejoice that all these years they have had a choice."
Where Vines entwine
This is to laud the improper proprietor
This is to celebrate Thomas Bruce Reese
With pride I swelled until I bi-trunkated
Tom’s been a poet and dancer who
As such, we hear he explored around
The hip and the famous visited Beaux ARts
It was the artists who made it real
I remember my first appearance locally
I remember you mother, Tom,
I remember barry Sims sing ”Ira Hays“
And how the sound of 12-string ringing
How Tom regaled us, for our innocence’s sake
Young people would rent from him
We recall how Captain Ego
Through all the years it amazes me
They'd move in and on a binge they'd go
I've heard that story so many times
So we started the Beaux Arts Open Mike
the call to share and entertain
We made little cash. Tom and I often clashed
The amps would squeal, the crowd would writhe
So let Pinellas Park rejoice
Providing a forum for all who would speak
Now the recognition should be his