I’ve known Kim Fowley, record producer, singer, impresario, songwriter, musician, film maker, and provocateur since 1972. Our paths have crossed many times throughout our rock n roll adventures, and I have always been astounded by how many Trilbys there are to his Svengali. His powers of seduction run unfathomably deep. His career has had more peaks and valleys, highs and lows, iPods and iGods than any other rock and roll P.T. Barnum that ever existed. He makes a three-ring circus look like a lonely mime in Central Park. I was honored to spend an afternoon talking with him in the twilight of his neon life.