April 5, 1962 - February 3, 2003
"Excuse me, ma'am, you can't come in here."
Ok, so we know Phil has a room reserved for him at the Hoo Hoo
Hotel. The guy has serious problems. I was dying to read Ronnie Spector's
(Phil's ex wife, and former lead singer of the Ronettes)
autobiography a couple of years ago, so I bought it when I was in London. Then I
left it in a pub called Half Way to Heaven. Luckily, thanks to Findadeath
friends, I have a new one, and can't wait to dig in. But I still think Ronnie Spector is ultra cool. Murder and madness
aside, I think Phil is too. I mean, he's produced some amazing music in his
life, the last being the End of the Century album by the Ramones
(bow appropriately here), one of my all time favorite groups. He's also done
stuff with The Beatles, The Ronettes, the Crystals, The Righteous Brothers, etc.
How things came to happen on the night of Sunday February 2nd,
2003. One thing for sure, according to the experts, we found out that day that
there are six weeks of winter left. Phil had dinner at a celeb hangout on Santa
Monica Boulevard, called Dan Tana's.
He got there at about 12:30 a.m. Apparently, Phil had a history of
drink and drug problems, and was on the wagon for a while. That's why it was
unusual for him to be imbibing this night. The bartender noticed this fact, and
questioned it, but all seemed fine. By the way, Phil was there with another
blonde woman, not the victim. They left about 1:45a.m., leaving an enormous tip,
and headed over to the House of Blues - just in time for last call.
They arrived at the House
of Blues after a 5 minute drive, and no doubt left his chauffeur driven
up to the VIP area within, called the Foundation
Lana Clarkson was a hostess there, and had only been working there a
little less than a month, and she "escort"ed him to his table. Lana
was a B movie actress. Big blonde hair, big tits - you know the routine. Apparently she was very well liked. Spector certainly did. She didn't recognize
him, and actually refused him entry thinking he was a woman. "Excuse
me ma'am, you can't come in here." Someone pulled her aside
and explained who "she" was, and Spector was allowed in. Phil's friend left
around 2, and he invited Lana over to where he was sitting. No doubt they talked
a lot. I know if it were me, I would have been jabbering away out loud, not
having any idea what I was saying, and thinking "Oh my God,
to Phil Spector."
UPDATED SEPTEMBER 2003 - Steve Goldstein of www.beneathlosangeles.com came up with a bit more research for us. Turns out that Lana was living in
this modest little
home (with the rent hiked up to your eyelids) on the canal in Venice.
Wanna see her mailbox?
Lana operated her "business" out of this mailbox
rental joint nearby. #656 Thank you very much, Steve!
I hope someone investigates the House of Blues for serving
booze after hours. I hate that. I was in there awhile back, bought 2
rounds of 3 drinks, vodka and rum - no name brands, the bill was 50 bucks. As
soon as I ordered the second round, they started to scream at us to get the hell
out. I hate that shit. They shove expensive ass drinks at you until the last
minute, and then demand you leave immediately, unless you are in the private
club. Go to Hell, House of Blues.
Anyway, they order an expensive ass bottle of champagne, and
some bourbon, Lana finished work at 2:30 a.m., and they left together. They were
dropped off at Phil's house
He bought the mansion in 1988, called Pyrenes
house located in an area of very average modest homes.
This is the only
view from the road.
The information about what happened after that has not been
available to the public. The chauffeur heard shots fired just after 5 a.m. A
neighbor said they heard 3 or 4 shots. One thing for sure, Lana is dead. Phil
was arrested and booked on suspicion of murder and freed on either $1 million or $1.7 million
bail, depending on which nonsense you read.
After his arrest, Phil was
quoted as saying, "I don't know what the fucking lady... what her problem
is, but she wasn't a security at the House of Blues and she's a piece of
shit. And I don't know what her fucking problem was, but she certainly had
no right to come to my fucking castle, blow her fucking head open..."
Thanks to Mike Steen for the death certificate.
There is plenty of insanity to read about Phil Spector and his
behavior. Do a little search. Too much for me to deal with. This guy is crazier
than a box of frogs. Robert Shapiro to represent. That's all I need to
Findadeath friend Jimmy sends this: March 7, 2003 -- Slain actress had a
'thing' for guns.
LAST month B-movie actress Lana Clarkson, blond, age 40, was killed. Shot in the
face allegedly by music producer Phil Spector, 62, in his Hollywood
mansion. It happened in the wee hours following what has been categorized as a
boozy night. Spector, out on $1 million bail, was booked on suspicion of
The man's wild past includes alcoholism and psychiatric problems. And a penchant
for guns. More than one gun was found at the scene. This has been reported.
Not reported until now is that Clarkson, who was then working as a hostess at
the House of Blues night spot, also had an interesting history. She had a huge
sci-fi fan base. And she well knew about guns. She'd handled them. She'd in fact
actually had professional training in their usage.
Her onetime PR man Ed Lozzi has been in touch with the L.A. Homicide
Division. He is on record as informing the chief investigator in the case, Lt. Dan
Rosenberg of the Los Angeles County Sheriff's office, that Lana Clarkson
"was knowledgeable in the use of firearms and other weapons including
crossbows and bow and arrow."
Her expertise with firearms adds to the mystery of this sordid experience.
Thanks for the info, Jimmy!
December 2003 - More details emerging.
Good stuff too.
Record producer Phil Spector emerged
from his California mansion with a gun in his hand and said, "I think I just
shot her," his driver told police shortly after a B-movie actress was found
dead in the foyer. Lana Clarkson was sprawled on a chair,
her teeth and blood spattered about the room from a gunshot wound to her mouth
when police arrived at about 5 a.m. on Feb. 3.
Lana was in a black
nylon slip/dress, black nylons and black shoes. She had a leopard print
purse, with a black strap, and it was over her right shoulder. Always a
mistake. Her broken teeth were scattered about the foyer and an adjacent
Clarkson's left leg was a blood spattered blue steel, .38-caliber Colt revolver
with five live rounds and a spent cartridge under the hammer.
Investigators also found blood smears on the
back door handle and on a wooden stairway railing near the death scene, he said.
A blood-spattered man's jacket was recovered from an upstairs dressing room, and
a blood-soaked cloth was found on the floor of a bathroom next to the foyer.
In the adjacent living room, candles had been
lit atop a fireplace mantel and a partially filled brandy glass and bottles of
tequila and soda (trash.) stood on the coffee table between two sofas.
They spent about an hour and a half in the mansion before the shooting, having
arrived there at 3.30 a.m.
Police took nine guns, a bloody holster,
fragments of Clarkson's teeth and fingernails, and false eyelashes from
Spector's 12,000-square-foot home.
March 04 - my buddy Steve from www.beneathlosangeles.com went poking around Phil's place the other day, and snapped this new picture of the
sign in front of the place.
Apparently, for some reason, Phil has to
piss a circle around his home now. Great shot, thanks Steve!
June 07: Supposed factoid that emerged
during the trial: the judge in Spector's murder trial rejected an attempt
by the music producer's lawyers to introduce Lana Clarkson's writings about
living in a home where an actress committed suicide in the 1930s. They
never mention a name, which is why I think its nonsense. I may be wrong,
but I wait to be proved wrong.
I'm honestly not following
this trial as much as I thought I would. I'm dipping in with the daily
blog my friend Brian sent me from the LA
Findadeath friend Jenny sends this: He'd
been drinking at Dan Tana's and Trader Vic's before going to the House of Blues.
Clarkson refused him admission to VIP area before being told by management to
treat him "like gold."
He got 50,000 volts from police Taser gun after failing to remove his hands
from his pockets.
Spector, "What's wrong with you guys? I didn't mean to shoot her, it
In an email to friends shortly after the shooting referred to it as accidental
suicide and then told Esquire magazine, "She kissed the gun."
The gun was not registered to Spector unlike many other weapons in the house.
He was on seven different prescription drugs.
Lana Clarkson was a children's entertainer and in 1991 she fell over a rug at a
children's party and broke both hands and wrists (ouch!) (echoes of William
Holden) causing depression but at time of death she had plans for a new career.
Wow Jenny, my kind of fact finding. Thanks!
April 13, 2009 Findadeath pal James Rieker
sends this in:
APRIL 13--Phil Spector, the fright-haired music producer, was convicted today
of second-degree murder in the February 2003 death of Lana Clarkson, a
struggling actress who died of a gunshot wound in Spector's Los Angeles home.
The 69-year-old Spector, who faces 15 years in prison, was immediately taken
into custody after a Los Angeles Superior Court jury returned its guilty
verdict. Spector is pictured below in a Los Angeles Sheriff's Department mug
shot taken today.
Feb 2015: Some nice soul
furnished us with a Death Hag Sticker marking the MURDER location of Lana
Clarkson, aka Phil Spector's house. Thank you, nice soul. I've lost the paper
trail to this one.