Another thrill-packed week, literally, dolls. A couple nights ago, my ex-ex-ex, Jimmy ‘Thrill’ Quill reunited his 80s band, Rattlesnake Shake for a sizzling sexy show at the Hollywood dive The Dragonfly.
I was reminded once again what a huge part sensuality plays in rock & roll. And where is it these days? Who is acting out the original meaning of the words Rock and Roll today? Sex is sorely lacking on concert stages all over the world. The King is rolling in his grave – can’t you hear him? I’m surprised he doesn’t crawl up though the sod and Graceland grass shards to remind musicians how it’s done. The beat alone demands gyrating hip movements and fired up places below the waist….ah, don’t get me started.
I would appreciate hearing from some of you dolls about your fave young sexy bands. Send me some Youtube clips or point me in the right direction. Jack White is, of course, the exception, and I am going to both Dead Weather shows in L.A. next week…hopefully some of Jack’s flailing drumming-fueled sweat will land somewhere on my panting person.
I did another fab gear Rock Tour on Sunday with a full van of curious, enervated rock lovers. One girl came from Chicago, another was from Spain. As usual, we had a glorious time. People seem to love our stop at the Canyon Country Store in Laurel Canyon, which hasn’t changed a whit since Back in the Day. One of the fellows asked me if I ever dreamed that the antics I got up to 40 years ago would one day have me taking people on a tour of my old stomping grounds. It made me realize what a charmed and fantabulous life I have had this time around. People actually pay me to point out where I sniffed a wild and crazy hallucinogen with the Lizard King in 1967, the exact spot where I posed with the Flying Burrito Brothers in front of the Whiskey a Go Go for a Newsweek photog. We even get into the same pose and everybody takes loads of pictures. But yes, kind passenger, I did know I was living through a pretty memorable time frame, and kept diaries to recall those moments in raging Tehcnicolor!
After we piled out of the van in front of Amoeba Records, I suggested that a great capper to the day would be to head next door to the Arclight theater to see “It Might Get Loud,” a documentary by the
fellow who directed AL Gore’s frightening”An Inconvenient Truth.” This doc brings Jimmy Page, U2′s the Edge and my modern hero, Jack White, together to play their guitars for and with each other. Just a genius concept. Three hot axmen from different eras. It was lovely to see the grand old man, Mr.Page, with his white hair and graceful elegance just blow away the other two when he launches into the opening riff of Whole Lotta Love. The awe and reverence in their faces is exquisite to behold. They just can’t hold it in. They look like lit up little kids. Jack rises entirely to the occasion, admitting that he’s there to steal some chops from the other two. He opens the movie by making a crude guitar from some old wood and a coke bottle and electrifying the one lonely string. And his raunchy blues scenes perked up my bloodstream, made it flow a little faster…just love the guy. I’m not a massive U2 fan, but gained respect fro the Edge’s devotion to technology and to his pedals. He’s a pretty deep Irish lad. It was a bit head spinny to watch Jimmy on the big screen after taking the troupe to my old apartment on Alfred Street, where 40 years ago I waited at my lavender door for the messenger boy to appear with my TWA ticket from Mr. Page to go on the road with Led Zeppelin. I’m glad he’s still on the planet with us. Sir James Patrick Page. Long may he reign.
I was pretty pooped that day because I d been out late seeing my fave living guitarist, Tony Gilkyson (besides Mr. WHite and Mick Taylor) at my local, the Cinema Bar on Sepulveda. He tore it up and I danced my rear end off with my galpals. I sure missed Mike that night because I have seen him play there endless times, and passed the tip jar and counted the money…sigh. I talk to him for an hour almost every day (late night) on the phone and do count the days until I meet him in Virginia for my birthday this year. (-9-9-09!!)
Something pretty groovy has happened regarding my “I’m WIth the Band”project…stay tuned for further developments, dolls! You may soon be watching my tumultuous life unfold on your flat screen TVs!
My advice to you sweet tarts out there- go get Dylan’s new album and turn it up loud and listen closely to the words…It’s All Good…