Sure, his brother Doug got all the chicks, but Larry Henning was something of a magician too. With his 16 millimeter film camera, Frezzolini power pack and ever-present grin, Larry could turn a high noon ribbon cutting into a six o clock lead before you could say “Hey, that ain’t Gallagher!”. Sadly though, Larry also shared his brother’s penchant for stagecraft and invention. Preferring to work alone, he devised his own crotch-mounted microphone, thus eliminating the need for an accompanying soundman. All was well (if not a little awkward) until one summer day in 1971, when the affable photog attempted to profile a rather vile chapter of the Hell’s Angels. Spotted sauntering into the motorcycle gang’s favorite bar with his trademark recording device fully erect, the 32 year old photog was never seen again. Needless to say, the crotch-microphone never caught on.
(Okay, maybe not.)