Once Upon a Time in Rock ‘n’ Roll 


Based on True Stories


A dashing doctor with shady ways gets rock stars on stage and keeps million-dollar tours flying high.

If only he could cure his own addiction to Baby Groupies. 

A ground-breaking exploration of under-age sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll that synthesizes facts and legends of the decadent 1970s, “Dr. Feelgood” may not be what the doctor ordered — but it’s the movie rock fans and #MeToo truthers want. 

And it’s got a killer soundtrack.

“Dr. Feelgood” is based on true stories involving Dr. Laurence Badgley and rock ‘n’ roll, literary and Hollywood legends from Jimmy Page to Truman Capote to Roman Polanski. 

In “Dr. Feelgood,” a 28-year-old, Yale-educated physician — named Dr. Barry Buckley in this story for artistic purposes — joins the Rolling Stones on tour in 1972 and instantly cements his place in rock ‘n’ roll history: raping a 13-year-old girl on the Rolling Stones’ airplane while being filmed by avant garde documentarian Robert Frank for an object de objectionable art titled “Cocksucker Blues.” 

“Dr. Feelgood” begins in the present day, at Old Dr. Buckley’s Northern California farm, where Buckley’s 13-year-old daughter and her teenage friends are having a pajama party, dancing and rummaging through 1970s rock ‘n’ roll memorabilia. 

A flashback establishes Dr. Buckley’s notoriety, as recounted by author Truman Capote, who observed the tour and the rape/porn movie scene and tells the tale in a 1973 interview with Andy Warhol — recreated on video seen by Buckley’s daughter on an iPhone. 

The one I remember most was a girl who said she’d come to the Rolling Stones thing to get a story for her high school newspaper, and wasn’t this wonderful how she’d met Dr. Feelgood and got backstage … Anyway, she got on the plane, and she sure got a story, all right [laughs], because they fitted up the back of the plane for this. And there was Dr. Feelgood screwing this girl in every conceivable position while Robert Frank was filming …

“Dr. Feelgood” follows Buckley’s introduction to the Rolling Stones in 1972 via Bianca Jagger’s gynecologist.

I don’t know if Billy told you,
but I’m Bianca Jagger’s gynecologist.

Yeah. Yeah.
That Bianca Jagger there?

She asked me to find a doctor
to go on this big North American tour with the Rolling Stones themselves.
Keith don’t make the gig,
Mick don’t get paid.
You dig?

Yeah. Yeah.
What are we talking?
Blood transfusions?
Suck the smack out of them?

Whatever any of the Stones need to stay healthy
— anything to keep the tour on schedule
and keep the money coming in —
you’re their doctor.

Curing terminal clap?
I babysat brass in Saigon.

You prescribe it.
You administer it.
Fly in the Rolling Stones’ private jet.
Live in hotels.
Ride in limos.
Get more pussy than me.

We see Buckley plying his new trade on the band’s most decadent tour: dispensing pills and recruiting groupies, the younger the better. 

(to Sundress Girl)
I’m Mick Jagger’s Personal physician.
How’d you like to see the show backstage?

In Baby Groupies, Buckley discovers a 1970s subculture: girls, about ages 13 and 14, tarted up and sleazed out, available to rock stars, roadies, business managers and tour doctors. Baby Groupies have their own magazine in the style of both Teen and Cosmopolitan — filled with salacious photographs and advice for seducing rock stars. 

These Baby Groupies.
I tell you, Billy. These Baby Groupies.
They make our Saigon party girls — Jesus — make ‘em look like old Viet Cong mama sans. 

Buckley is introduced to Baby Groupies by one of the leading Baby Groupies of the 1970s — Lori Maddox, raped by glam rocker David Bowie at age 14 shortly before she enters the story. 

In the real-life Maddox’s own words, the Baby Groupie recounts how she was kidnapped by Led Zeppelin’s 28-year-old guitar wizard, Jimmy Page, who later asked and received her mother’s permission to have a relationship with the love-struck teenager. 

I’d just lost my virginity to David Bowie 
and I got a call at home from some guy saying he was Jimmy Page. … I fell in love instantly.

By now, Buckley has joined Led Zeppelin’s 1973 tour — bigger, louder and more decadent than the Rolling Stones’ instantly notorious 1972 tour. It’s the beginning of much darker times in Buckley’s life, including personal and business battles with an older woman, younger kids, harder drugs, criminal acts, violence and porn movies filmed in a creepy old mansion in San Francisco’s tony Pacific Heights neighborhood with stars like Seka and John Holmes. 

Throwing another one of your groovy parties
at that creepy old mansion you and your old lady bought?

You know who was there last week?
Michael Douglas and Karl Malden.
They filmed “Streets of San Francisco” at my place.
That pretty boy John Davidson played a fag in drag
like some serial-killer Carol Channing.

These secondary scenes and characters further reveal Buckley’s story, personality and inability to have healthy relationships. 

True to Dr. Laurence Badgley’s life story, Dr. Barry Buckley’s “Dr. Feeelgood” days end in 1977/1978, coinciding with news regarding film director Roman Polanski being arrested on charges of drugging and raping a 13-year-old girl, pleading guilty, and fleeing the country before sentencing. 

Bowie. Marc Bolan. Iggy Pop.
Ted Nugent. Steven Tyler.
They all fuck Baby Groupies.

Mick Jagger fucked Lori Maddox with Bianca Jagger
on the other side of the door
getting ready to go to the hospital.
Only Polanski got caught. 

Poor bastard. 
The girl said she loved it.
It wasn’t even technically rape.

“Dr.Feelgood” ends in the present day. Again we see Old Dr. Buckley’s 13-year-old daughter and her friends having a pajama party, dancing and rummaging through 1970s rock ‘n’ roll memorabilia. 

We once again see Buckley’s daughter and her friends watch a vintage video clip of author Truman Capote recounting Buckley’s notorious rape of a 13-year-old girl on the Rolling Stones’ airplane. We see Old Dr. Buckley’s reaction to his daughter’s shock of learning of his past. 

As the end of the story catches up to the beginning of the story, Buckley is confronted by his daughter. 

You’re a pervert, Dad! A pervert! You raped that girl.

He vainly explains himself and begs his daughter to forgive him. 

They’re making me out like I’m like …
Like I’m the goddamn Marquis de Polanski.

You’re a pervert, Dad!
A pervert!

I’m your, honey, honey ..
I’m your father.

What about what Truman Capote said about you?
A porno movie on an airplane
with a girl my age!

That old fruit writer Capote.
He exaggerated.
Maybe even hallucinated.
Strung-out queen of the queers.
He took more dope
than Keith Richards and Jimmy Page.
I handed out vitamins!

What about what the girl, Dad?
You raped that girl!

I’m your father.

She was my age!
She was my age!



Are you going to rape me, Dad?
I’m 13.

I —
I —

I’m 13.
Are you going to rape me too, Dad?

We see a gun in Buckley’s daughter’s hand. 

We see a gun in Buckley’s hand. 

We hear two gunshots. 

We hear Buckley react.

We hear Buckley’s daughter cry. 

We hear “You Can’t Always Get What You Want.” 

The screen goes black. 

But if you try sometime, you get what you need

The End.