Big Tit Sue and Bigger Tit Sue: Torrid Tales of the Troubadour

UP ON THE Sunset Strip, the live scene was hurting. Name bands were now too big to play small clubs like the Whisky: they'd be booked into bigger venues like the Kaleidoscope or the Shrine Auditorium. And the Strip itself was hardly the bustling beads-and-bells mecca it had been in 1965/66. It was a different story down on Santa Monica Boulevard, where Doug Weston's Troubadour was now the de facto clubhouse for L.A.'s denim in-crowd. "The Sunset Strip sort of shut down after Monterey," says Domenic Priore. "Doug managed to ride the storm out. He had the place, and the people that had been involved with the folk-rock scene on the Strip gravitated to the Troubadour."