Joel Wachs (born 1939) is president of the Andy Warhol Foundation for the Visual Arts in New York City. He was for thirty years a member of the Los Angeles, California, City Council, where he was known for his promotion of the arts, his support of gay causes, his advocacy of rent control and other liberal measures.
Wachs was born on March 1, 1939, in Scranton, Pennsylvania, the son of Archie and Hannah Wachs, a teacher. His father was a Jewish immigrant from Poland who ran a grocery and butcher shop. The younger of two sons, Joel "suffered from hay fever so severe that at the height of the ragweed season, his parents sat him in the shop's cold storage storage room, in a fur coat, to help him breathe." They moved to Los Angeles when Wachs was ten years old, where his family became wealthy with a chain of inexpensive ladies' clothing stores. Joel grew up in Vermont Knolls, between 79th and 83rd streets and Vermont and Normandie Avenue.
He attended Horace Mann Junior High School and Washington High School, followed by UCLA, where the "gregarious" Wachs was president of his freshman and junior classes, and of the student body, and from whence he graduated in 1961. He earned a degree at Harvard Law School and then a master's degree in taxation from New York University. When in Los Angeles, he lived in Studio City.
She leaves with Jelly legs
Where did all my good luck get to
We\\\'re curled up like sleeping kittens on the floor
Stowed aboard your big green boat
She took aim with a turned back
Blew all in me with gold silence
Then a science project volcano erupts inside me
Filling me with flat champagne
Stretched out like a rubber band
From one planet to the next
You were dancing with your grandfather
That lonely night
I guess ill meet you in the afterlife
She leaves with jellylegs
Where did all my good luck get to
Like a lonely kitten, sinking, drowning in the harbor
I walked the plank, your big green boat
Stretched out like a rubber band
From one planet to the next
You were dancing with your grandfather
that lonely night
I guess I\\\'ll meet you in the afterlife
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Stretched out like a rubber band
From one planet to the next
You were dancing with your grandfather
that lonely night
I guess I\\\'ll meet you in the afterlife
I guess I\\\'ll meet you in the afterlife