But thats the half that cant be told. The other half of the Weeklys 20-year anabasis depends on who you ask. "The Weekly we started did not last 20 years," says co-founder Michael Ventura. "This is a celebration of a logo. For me, its a marriage that went bad with everything that that entails." Of course, this paper isnt an "it," but people, always new ones, never alike. But the individuals have always had a few attitudes in common. Like the idea that people matter which remains an extremist position at centurys end. Or the proposition that if you go to the edge of the world, you wont fall off. And the idea that theres still a lot to get worked up about.
Before the Beginning
The story began with Jay Levin, an undemonstrative New York reporter with hound-dog eyes and a habit of eating off your plate. His father, a tool-and-die maker and used-car salesman, gave Jay an early taste of journalistic class through his subscription to 50s-60s Esquire. "I think my dad picked it up for the girlie stuff," says Jay, "but it had the best writing in America."
After attending Hofstra and Queens colleges while supporting his wife and kids by working in the post office, Jay lucked into a job as an assistant to the New York Posts financial editor in 1964, at age 21. He soon wangled his way into a slot as counterculture reporter on his first assignment he met Abbie Hoffman, who would remain a friend until Hoffmans 1989 suicide. By 1974, however, Jay felt creatively stifled. He had quit the Post and was freelancing.
"I was lying in bed one day feeling very miserable, trapped, middle of the afternoon, yet another piece to grind out. And an idea came to me out of nowhere start your own magazine. My next thought was, You cant do that, because thats what rich power brokers do. But I thought some more, and I wrote an outline for something that was a cross between High Times and Newsweek and Ramparts."
But what about the money? Bruce David, editor of Hustler at the time, told Jay that Larry Flynt was looking to branch out from his porn empire. Says Jay, "Flynt at that time was being rebirthed by President Carters sister Ruth Carter Stapleton, hanging out with Dick Gregory, learning about Lenny Bruce and the hip culture and the beat culture and civil rights and the Kennedy assassination and all that stuff."
Flynt fronted some dough, but didnt follow up. Instead, he bought the L.A. Free Press, a formerly respected underground paper fallen into disrepute, and tapped Jay to run it. Through Yippie organizer and alternarag publisher Jeff Nightbyrd, Jay knew a few writers whod collected in Austin, including former New Yorker Michael Ventura, film reviewer and eventual Weekly co-founder Ginger Varney, and wild card Big Boy Medlin. With Nightbyrd as managing editor, Stuart Goldman as music writer and Joie Davidow (the fourth of the Weeklys main co-founders), whom he knew through Hoffman, as jill-of-all-trades, Jay had a staff.
Jay got fired 10 weeks into the job, just before the shooting of Flynt pushed the Freep into oblivion. But he wasnt giving up. He told the staff to stick around.
"I got on the phone and started calling everybody I knew," says Jay, and in a few months hed bagged around $200,000 from an oddball group of investors, including video entrepreneur Joe Benadon, corporate raider/progressive angel Burt Kleiner, actor-producer Michael Douglas and others. Hearing that the Chicago Reader was also about to launch a free weekly L.A. publication, he stepped on the gas. The 24-page first issue of the Weekly hit the liquor stores and movie theaters five weeks after the inaugural L.A. Reader Thursday, December 7, 1978, Pearl Harbor Day. It carried the date December 8, the Feast of the Immaculate Conception.