Peppermint Twist: The Mob, the Music, and the Most Famous Dance Club of the '60s

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The never-before-told story of The Peppermint Lounge, the famed Manhattan nightspot and mobster hangout that launched an era

The Peppermint Lounge was intended to be nothing more than a front for gambling and other rackets but the club became a sensation after Dick "Cami" Camillucci began to feature a new kind of music, rock and roll. The mobsters running the place found themselves juggling rebellious youths alongside celebrities like Greta Garbo and Shirley MacLaine. When The ...

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Overview

The never-before-told story of The Peppermint Lounge, the famed Manhattan nightspot and mobster hangout that launched an era

The Peppermint Lounge was intended to be nothing more than a front for gambling and other rackets but the club became a sensation after Dick "Cami" Camillucci began to feature a new kind of music, rock and roll. The mobsters running the place found themselves juggling rebellious youths alongside celebrities like Greta Garbo and Shirley MacLaine. When The Beatles visited the club, Cami's uncle-in-law had to restrain a hitman who was after Ringo because his girlfriend was so infatuated with the drummer.

Working with Dick Cami himself, Johnson and Selvin unveil this engrossing story of the go-go sixties and the club that inspired the classic hits "Twisting the Night Away" and "The Peppermint Twist."

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
In the years just before a new dance called the Twist turned popular music around and created new audiences for rock and roll, Johnny Biello, famed mobster, bought a rundown club in midtown Manhattan as a front for his businesses, and put his son-in-law, Dick Cami, who had already devoted some of his career to the music business, in charge of booking acts for the club. When Cami suggested that they book rock and roll acts, Biello and his gang had some misgivings, but soon the new Peppermint Lounge was pulling in teenagers, socialites, mobsters, and celebrities, all drawn like a moth to the burning flames of rock and roll, and especially the Twist. Through lackluster storytelling and over-the-top pronouncements (“The seeds to everything that became the sixties can be seen in the coming of the Twist”), journalists Johnson and Selvin along with Cami attempt to recreate the few months in 1961 and 1962 when the Peppermint Lounge became the hottest night club in New York, opening a second club in Miami. The narrative totters unevenly between a long, dull dual biography of Biello and Cami before finally launching into a brisk and abbreviated chronicle of the club and its famous denizens, who ranged from Truman Capote, Marilyn Monroe, Shelley Winters, and John Wayne to rhythm and blues moguls Berry Gordy and Ahmet Ertegun and rockers from the Beatles to Ronnie Spector and the Ronettes. Superficial and meandering, the book offers few compelling insights into the history of the Peppermint Lounge or its success. (Nov.)
From the Publisher
“This lively account, which draws heavily on the memories of Camillucci himself, tells the kind of tale that seems tailor-made for a big-screen adaptation—it’s the sort of thing Martin Scorsese would knock out of the park—with larger-than-life characters and a story that is almost too good to be true: how rock ’n’ roll and a racy new dance craze turned a Mob hangout into a mecca for the world’s most sparkly glitterati.”

Booklist

“A lively and colorful new history”

New York Post

"The Sopranos meets American Bandstand! I love it. The Peppermint Lounge is where it all started for me and the Ronettes.”

—Ronnie Spector

“If you asked me to draw up a list of the American writers I'd pick to go long in a story about the mob, music and the all-star cast that made the Peppermint Lounge an iconic landmark, I'd put John Johnson at the top. This guy could write about a fallen leaf, weave a riveting story and make it sing.”

—Steve Lopez, author of The Soloist

“True crime meets pop-music history in this history of the Peppermint Lounge, the Twist and the Mafia’s unwitting role in starting a national craze.

In 1960, Dick Cami’s father-in-law, Johnny Biello, a high-ranking Mafioso, bought an off-Broadway dive as a favor to a friend, and Cami suggested having rock ’n’ roll music in the place. Within months, the Peppermint Lounge became the hottest club in the country, as New Jersey teens mixed with such celebrities as Norman Mailer, Ava Gardner and even the Beatles—all doing the Twist. “The Twist hit like an atomic bomb and the Peppermint Lounge was ground zero,” write veteran journalists Johnson (co-author: Blood Brothers: The Inside Story of the Menendez Murders, 1994) and Selvin (Summer of Love: The Inside Story of LSD, Rock & Roll, Free Love and High Times in the Wild, 1994, etc.). All of this surprised Biello, who saw the place as a nice front for his loan-sharking and gambling rackets. However, not one to pass up a buck, he let Cami make the place legit and even opened a second lounge in Florida. The authors go back and forth between telling the stories of Biello’s rise in the Mafia and his constant attempts to get out and the rise of the Twist. Biello’s tale is one of Mafia intrigue and Runyonesque figures such as his younger brother Scatsy, while the tale of the Twist is one of the early rise of youth culture, which would soon become a revolution. It’s also the story of a young singer named Chubby Checker, who, once spotted by pop-music king Dick Clark, made a career out of the song “The Twist” (originally recorded by Hank Ballard and the Midnighters), and how every singer from Sam Cooke to Frank Sinatra made a Twist record. The two stories shouldn’t fit, but they do.

A fun and fascinating read.”

Kirkus Reviews

Library Journal
In October 1961, a sleepy little dive in Manhattan suddenly became the hottest club in town, beloved by teenagers and socialites alike. What happened? The dance craze called the Twist happened, and the Peppermint Lounge was the place in New York to do it. Little did their patrons know that, not only was the place mobbed, it was mobbed up: the owners were mafiosi who used it as a front for their illegal enterprises. The sudden popularity brought unwanted police attention, and the owners weren't pleased, but a legend was born. In this entertaining history-cum-memoir, journalist Johnson and Selvin (Summer of Love), with Cami, son-in-law of mobster Johnny Biello, tell the story of the club, the music, and the Cosa Nostra names behind the Peppermint. While the stories in the book are slightly disjointed, they embody the spirit of the era and pull the reader along with them. VERDICT This consistently entertaining account of the famous and infamous in rock 'n' roll history will be of interest to music nostalgia fans as well as true crime buffs.—Deirdre Bray Root, Middletown P.L., OH
Kirkus Reviews
True crime meets pop-music history in this history of the Peppermint Lounge, the Twist and the Mafia's unwitting role in starting a national craze. In 1960, Dick Cami's father-in-law, Johnny Biello, a high-ranking Mafioso, bought an off-Broadway dive as a favor to a friend, and Cami suggested having rock 'n' roll music in the place. Within months, the Peppermint Lounge became the hottest club in the country, as New Jersey teens mixed with such celebrities as Norman Mailer, Ava Gardner and even the Beatles--all doing the Twist. "The Twist hit like an atomic bomb and the Peppermint Lounge was ground zero," write veteran journalists Johnson (co-author: Blood Brothers: The Inside Story of the Menendez Murders, 1994) and Selvin (Summer of Love: The Inside Story of LSD, Rock & Roll, Free Love and High Times in the Wild, 1994, etc.). All of this surprised Biello, who saw the place as a nice front for his loan-sharking and gambling rackets. However, not one to pass up a buck, he let Cami make the place legit and even opened a second lounge in Florida. The authors go back and forth between telling the stories of Biello's rise in the Mafia and his constant attempts to get out and the rise of the Twist. Biello's tale is one of Mafia intrigue and Runyonesque figures such as his younger brother Scatsy, while the tale of the Twist is one of the early rise of youth culture, which would soon become a revolution. It's also the story of a young singer named Chubby Checker, who, once spotted by pop-music king Dick Clark, made a career out of the song "The Twist" (originally recorded by Hank Ballard and the Midnighters) and how every singer from Sam Cooke to Frank Sinatra made a Twist record. The two stories shouldn't fit, but they do. A fun and fascinating read.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312581787
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 11/13/2012
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 485,327
  • Product dimensions: 6.50 (w) x 9.30 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

The son of a steel worker, JOHN JOHNSON, JR. attended Whittier College and UC Riverside. An award winning journalist, Johnson has worked for The Los Angeles Times for twenty-two years.

JOEL SELVIN, co-author of the #1 bestseller Red: My Uncensored Life in Rock with Sammy Hagar, has covered pop music for the San Francisco Chronicle since 1970 and written 10 other books about pop music including the bestselling account of San Francisco in the '60s, Summer of Love, an award-winning biography of Ricky Nelson and a landmark oral history on Sly and the Family Stone.

Both reside in California.

Raised in a musical family in the Bronx, DICK CAMI married the daughter of Mafia kingpin Johnny Biello, owner of the famed Peppermint Lounge. Cami later was an acclaimed restaurateur in South Florida, where he entertained high-ranking mafiosi, FBI agents, athletes and show business celebrities.

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Chapter 1

Ground Zero

 

Dick Cami was lounging by the pool at the Fontainebleau Hotel in Miami Beach mid-October 1961 when he got the call from New York. Something about celebrities, socialites, and other A-listers crowding into the off-Broadway dive that his father-in-law and his boys owned on West 45th Street.

The teen dance club didn’t have a phone. The boys were smart enough not to have one because that way it couldn’t be tapped. When Dick called back, he had to dial a pay phone that rang in the Knickerbocker Hotel lobby, which was right outside the club’s back door. He was not surprised to hear a flirtatious woman’s voice come on the line. The Knickerbocker these days rented as many rooms by the hour as they did to the luckless out-of-towners, the unemployed, and those only a week away from living on the streets.

“Hi, honey,” Cami said. “Do me a favor and stick your head in the door behind you, the one to the Peppermint Lounge, and ask for Louie or Sam.”

The girl hesitated. “There’s a big guy blocking the door.”

“Tell him to come to the phone—please.”

A moment later, the gruff voice of the Terrible Turk came on the line.

“Who is it?”

“Turk, it’s me, Dick.”

“Dickie, holy shit, you can’t believe what’s happening here.”

The Turk was a former professional wrestler with a shaved head and a body that looked like it’d been stamped out on a truck assembly line. In a tuxedo, he looked official, and officially dangerous.

“It’s fucking unbelievable, I tell you. They put me on the back door because we got so many people trying to sneak in through the fucking hotel lobby. You guys coming up or what?”

“Soon,” Dick said. “Get me Louie, will you?”

“Sure, hold on. He’s on the other side, giving an interview to a newspaper guy.”

Holy shit, Cami thought. Louie Lombardi giving an interview? About what? Breaking arms? Making book? Buying swag? Jesus, that’s all we need.

Finally, Louie’s voice came on the phone. “You guys don’t want to listen to me? I’m telling you, this joint’s exploding. You know who I was just looking at?”

“Who?”

“Greta Garbo. That broad that wants to be left alone.”

This was too much for Cami, who laughed and said, “Greta Garbo? She doesn’t go anywhere; it must be a look-alike.”

“Look-alike my ass,” Louie said. “This broad is Greta-fucking-Garbo, I’m telling you. And she’s here tonight. You guys are the only ones that ain’t here.”

Dick looked up to see his father-in-law coming into the beach cabana. Dressed immaculately in a black silk shirt, custom ivory trousers, alligator belt, and matching shoes, Johnny Biello created a barely noticeable ripple of excitement among the pool boys and sunbathers. They couldn’t know that he was a high-ranking mafioso, caporegime of the Genovese crime family, at one time considered the most likely heir to Frank Costello’s unofficial title of prime minister of the Mob. But they did know, by the way he carried himself, that he was somebody you stepped out of the way for.

“It’s Louie again, I think we better go up,” Cami said.

Johnny nodded. “Okay. Get the tickets,” he said.

After Dick and Johnny landed at LaGuardia and grabbed their bags, Dick hailed a cab. When he leaned forward to give directions, Johnny put his hand on his shoulder and cut him off.

“Take us to the Peppermint Lounge,” he said.

Dick shot him a look of disbelief. What airport cabbie was going to know the Peppermint?

“You kidding me?” the driver said. “We won’t get within blocks of that place.”

After deciding to take the cab into Manhattan and abandon it on the East Side, the two men made their way across 45th Street. Traffic was stopped dead between Fifth Avenue and Broadway. Long before they got to the Peppermint, they could see what looked like a street riot up ahead. Floodlights cut the night sky and the sounds of the noisy crowd bounced off the skyscrapers.

Cops had erected barricades and a small battalion of mounted police tried to steady their spooked horses while driving back an exuberant, barely controllable mob onto the sidewalk. At the entrance, a parade of limos dispensed women in gowns and men in tuxes.

The line waiting outside the candy-striped awning was a full sidewalk wide. It stretched all the way down to Broadway and beyond. The din of rock-and-roll music grew louder and became more distinct as the line approached the Peppermint’s entrance.

Johnny led the way to the front door, where they were met by Lenny Montana, a six-foot-six flesh monolith known as “the Bull” during his time as a professional wrestler. Years later, he would be better known as the murderous Luca Brasi, Marlon Brando’s bodyguard in The Godfather. Montana flashed a big grin and cracked open the door, leaving the waiting throngs buzzing with curiosity over the identities of the two men. Politicians? Movie moguls? High rollers?

Inside, the dim light made it hard to see. They made their way along the rope separating the long mahogany bar in the front. Three bartenders worked as fast as they could, shouting themselves hoarse and opening bottles of Chivas every few minutes. Customers were too thrilled to have made it inside to notice the acrid taste of the cheap booze Scatsy had substituted for the Chivas—a practice from his bootlegging days in the twenties, when he and his brother Johnny worked for the Dutch Schultz mob.

At the end of the rope was the back of the club, where Joey Dee and the Starliters were blasting “The Twist” from a raised bandstand. The dance floor, just eight by twenty feet, was packed with shuddering, shimmying bodies. Mirrored walls bounced their images to infinity, jammed together, asses to elbows, moving to deafening rock-and-roll music. No two dancers moved the same way, but all were doing a version of the Twist.

As Dick’s eyes adjusted, he could see that Louie was not imagining things. Sitting at the edge of the dance floor with several handsome young hangers-on was Ava Gardner, one of Hollywood’s leading screen queens. Gardner got up and nearly shook the bolts out of her chassis. Dick decided she’d had too much to drink. At the next table was Shirley MacLaine, one of the day’s best young actresses. MacLaine laid claim to the dance floor, shaking and twisting like a pro. Spotting her, Joey Dee jumped down from the bandstand and wriggled alongside her.

If the Peppermint burns down tonight, Dick thought, only half of New York society will go with it. The other half was still waiting on line outside.

Johnny had connections to numerous businesses. Some he had on the arm, which meant the owners paid him to keep anyone else from doing to them what he was doing to them. Some he owned, often registering a legitimate partner’s name on the license. Some he used as fronts, holding strategic meetings and conducting his illegal activities in the back rooms. The Peppermint Lounge he owned and used as a front. When the club became the most-asked-about New York City attraction at the Times Square information booth, the attention was neither expected nor welcomed. Drawing squads of cops, hordes of teens mixed with society types, and noted celebrities to this club or any of his business connections was never in his plans. Johnny Biello lived quietly, respectably, and always in the background.

The reason he had moved to Miami three years earlier, uprooting not only his family but also son-in-law Dick’s was to distance himself from day-to-day life in gangland New York. After Frank Costello was shot, Johnny knew things in the Mob would never be the same for him and he wanted to retire. He had a great business opportunity in Florida and, while not entirely legit yet, that was the dream.

At age fifty-five, he had survived a lifetime of Mob wars, FBI investigations, and criminal prosecutions. He wanted out, but extricating oneself from the highest levels of organized crime in the Five Families of New York was no simple matter. Having the entire Western world’s eye trained on the teenage rock-and-roll dance club he owned on 45th Street was not going to help. Johnny decided that it would be better to play it safe and stopped any illegal activities out of the Peppermint. But Johnny was no fool, either. Sensing an opportunity after witnessing firsthand the nightly madness that followed the club’s meteoric rise, he decided to return to Miami Beach and open a second, all-new and completely legitimate Peppermint Lounge as quickly as possible.

 

Copyright © 2012 by John Johnson, Jr., and Joel Selvin with Dick Cami

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