Greetings dolls o’ mine!
It’s been far too long since I chatted you all up! I have been one busy chick lately, lots of travel and enervating negotiations going on. I spent my usual week in the tiny town of Fairmount, Indiana,
celebrating the short, sweet, passionate life of its finest inhabitant, James Byron Dean. It is always a treat to hang with the unique array of ‘Deaners’, people that the rebel himself would have found delightfully strange, I’m sure. I started going to Fairmount 12 years ago when I was working on a Dean project that turned out to be a screenplay – my first. I actually went to UCLa for 2 years so I could learn the important factoids about writing for the screen. One day I will meet the brave soul who’d like to produce the darn thing.
Sooooo…. I am so fortunate to be able to stay at the James Dean Gallery when I hit that little town of 2,900. I sleep so peacefully in the room next to my dear pals, former New Yorkers, Dave and Lenny, the charming fellow I dance with all over town. We came in second again at the JD dance contest, losing out to a pair of white-haired charmers pushing 90.
They arrived on a bicycle built for two and I knew the jig was up, so to speak. It’s such a cosmic blast to dance with Lenny, we have an exquisite connection when we dance like they did back in the 50s. Our tune was Rock Around the Clock and we merged with Bill Haley and his spectacular Comets as we twirled and spun. Lenny actually taught me how to swing dance, as I was always a love-in freewheelin’ hippie dancer, and I am forever grateful to him.
I took my friend and writing student, Nadine, to F’mount for the first time, she being a massive JD fan, and it’s such a thrill to share the experience. She wept at his grave just like I did when I first pulled up to his simple gravestone. James B Dean – 1931-1955. Sigh. He shook up the world by being surreally real, and film acting has never been the same since.
My longtime spiritual teacher Light (she was ‘Arianna’ in my second book, Let’s Spend the Night Together)just turned 70 and I was fortunate to have her birthday bash here at Chez Pamela. Her friends and clients came from all over the world to kiss her holy ass. She treated us to many little gifts- creating little hand made scrolls for each of her students. Mine reads: “Make the divine your love, your hopes, your dreams, sing your songs of longing, loss and hopes to the divine. Be a groupie of THAT.” She knows where I dwell, dolls.
I am off to Austin Thursday to teach my writing workshops, see my goddaughter, Polly and great goddaughter Harper Lee, and spend some precious quality time in Houston with my darling Mike Stinson. He’s doing amazingly well there, lots of gigs and well-deserved attention. I miss him insanely every day. I get to see 2 of his gigs while I’m there. I miss his music almost as much as his kisses. And then I’m heading for NYC/Jersey to do that oddball ‘Chiller’ autograph signing deal. It’s my first and I don’t know what to expect. Come see me!! I just printed up a passel of photos and cds and will be offering them here soon ~ signed just for YOU!
It looks like my groupie doc based on Let’s Spend the Night Together’ is really going to happen! VH1 is on board and we start shooting soon. Can’t wait to see Sweet Connie in Little Rock and Cynthia Plaster Caster in Chicago. Such great tales, captured forever!
If you’re local in L.A., join me for my next Rock Tour November 14! Already filling up. FUNfunfun!
If you sweethearts haven’t seen or heard my fave rave Todd Snider, please check him out. I have my faves and he’s been in the Top Ten for a long time. My friend Kymm and I saw him play the Grammy museum last week and hung out with him for awhile, grooving it up. He sings from the center of his heart and touches you where it hurts and hums…he ran into Robert Plant at the airport a few days ago and mentioned that he knew me and RP lit up apparently, saying all kinds of yummy things about me. The Golden God speaks my name and the Word is good. Ha ha! Life is grand!