Paul Kulak owns a tiny folk music club in the San Fernando Valley called Kulak’s woodshed. Jeff Stryker has an office next door. As chronicled in a lavish LA Times article, Mr. Stryker’s five-year crusade against his folk musician foe has gone from bad to worse to hilarious.
Jeff maintains four separate websites that are each nothing short of awesome. One contains a video of Jeff performing martial arts moves.
Jeff likens the Woodshed (pictured, left) to Studio 54 (pictured, right), and he says that the pandemonium has thwarted his efforts of writing an autobiography next door. Last year he even filed a $4 million loss-of-income lawsuit. (His book advance was $25,000.)
Kulak, who may well be lying for all we know, states that Jeff Stryker has urinated on his truck, tracked down and threatened his performers, superglued the club’s doors shut and placed dead rats in the Woodshed’s mailbox.
Kulak, who compares Jeff to a staph infection, also claims that the horehung porn god lurks in the alley beside the Woodshed and whispers threats from the shadows.
“He constantly reminds me he’s a firearms expert,” Kulak says, “and will hide behind his back door when I dump the trash. Once, he started making mechanical gun clicks. I could see he had a pistol in his hand as he was dry-firing it.”
Referring to Jeff by his real name, Charles Peyton, Kulak continues:
Simply parking my truck or emptying the trash is a very frightening ordeal … Many times, Peyton would be waiting and surprise me by springing out of his back door shouting all sorts of threats and scary things to me … like, ‘You’re dead, motherfucker,’ ‘I’m just waiting for the right time’ or ‘I’m gonna burn you down, all the way, you fuck’ or ‘Are you ready to die, Kulak?’
Sounds like a hot scene.
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