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Q & A from Premiere, 12/13/2010

December 17, 2010

Here is the video of the Q & A that followed the premiere screening of Pamela’s new VH1 Rock Doc, Let’s Spend the Night Together!

PLEASE NOTE: Web mistress apologizes for the shaky, Blair Witch quality of the video.  It was her first time with the flip camera, and she really needs a tripod!  It does get a little better as it goes along, but at least the sound quality is good! If the shaking gets to you, maybe you can just listen in. . .


Premiere Party: Let’s Spend the Night Together

November 28, 2010

12/13 @ 8:00pm
Let’s Spend The Night Together:
Confessions of Rock’s Greatest Groupies

(premiere party, w/ live panel of special guests!)

Co-presented by VH1 and Don’t Knock The Rock

Take an emotional journey back to the early Seventies, the Golden Age of Groupies! Some were in it for love, some for the music, and some for their art — and four decades later, these passionate women share their stories of sexual conquest and bitter heartbreak, and finally reveal whether it was all worth it. Told through the eyes of rock and roll historian and super groupie Pamela Des Barres (author of the famous 1987 tell-all “I’m With The Band”, and the brand-new book “Let’s Spend The Night Together”) this ninety-minute documentary offers memories of her sexual exploits and longtime escapades with such notorious rockers as Mick Jagger, Jim Morrison and Jimmy Page — and chronicles her cross-country journey to reconnect with the iconic women who loved and inspired the great rock stars of our time. Join moderator Michael Des Barres as he Q&As (schedule permitting) with Pamela Des Barres, Lori Mattix, Cassandra Peterson (“Elvira”!), Michele Overman, Catherine James and the film’s director Jenna Rosher on the Cinefamily stage after the film — and stick around for a reception on our Spanish patio after the show!

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A Perfectly Androgynous Hunk

September 28, 2010

Wow, finally a shot of me with Mr. J. Backstage at Oakland Stadium 1969. . . what a perfectly androgynous hunk . . .

FIRST MEN’s Writing Workshop!!

July 25, 2010

C’mon! What are you waiting for! Express yourself!

I am holding my first men’s writing workshop in Los Angeles on August 12 and 13th, 2010.  The class will meet from 7:30 -10:30, and the cost is $120.

Let me know if you’re interested, boys!

Click here to sign up:

Patti D’Arbanville’s Writing Assignment in Portland-for my webdolls to read!

April 28, 2010

My darling girl, I wish there was enough time in my life to truly describe her beauty, to be close enough to her to count every beautiful red hair on her head. She is a cherub, small and fey, with barely enough room on her back for her little wings. She has a true rosebud mouth that she makes more perfect with vermillion rouge a levres that always matches her hair perfectly. Her eyes are a soft powder blue, but crisp and sharp when they flash smiles which are many and radiant. Her long fingers look as if they should be tickling piano keys and are festooned with tiny gold rings, each one a memory and one a 14 carat gold tribute to the king.  Every once in a while, when we’re out to lunch, or just waiting for a tram to somewhere, she’ll reach one of her cool beautiful porcelain hands over to me and grasp my usually hot little one, squeezing a quiet, “I’m here and I love you” that only we understand. The days pass too quickly when we’re together . . . I want to stay and be able to laugh that laugh that I had only had with my mother before now, before I met her, my flame haired best friend, my angel.


I usually woke up with my nose nestled into his right armpit, snug as a kitten, smelling his man scent, stretching into awake as we disentangled from wet dreams that were mostly real. Morning slitted through the blinds this morning though and I found myself alone, my nose nestled into nothing more than the sweet sea smelling wrinkled with love pillowcase that had at one point late last night been under my fanny making my tiny body easier for his big one to get at and into . . . wet dream indeed. Yum.
This morning, already different, I did smell a familiar odor, toast toasting on the other side of the big red room. He brought the crispy browned pieces of toast over to me, dripping butter, reeking of strawberry heaven jam just like his mama used to make and still did. He went back for my tea and brought that over to me in bed as well . . .  this was special, this normal morning was already tingling with something that we hadn’t had before. He said I want you well fed and all tead up . . . I have a surprise I want your ears for. I sat up in bed and crunched at my toast and sleepy eyed him over the rim of the hot mug of tea, he looked like he was steamimg from where I sat. My legs stretched out to meet the floor, it was cold and I thought maybe we should just snuggle back in and pick up from where we left off last night all warmed to hot in that soft cuddly bed with the perpetual wrinkled shhets, never made and always ready to jump back into. Come on, you! Up now, come listen. I wrapped the top sheet around me toga-esque and followed him up the stairs.
The big white room had a slick and regal baby grand piano in it, a big cushy armchair that you can sink into and a bench behind the piano . . . the light filtered through the curtains, shafts of light on Shaftesbury Avenue, he looked at me his big brown eyes melting into mine, his mouth curled into a smile and said listen, this is for you, my love and he started to sing in his strong sugar voice . . . ”Now that I’ve lost everything to you, you say you want to start something new, and it’s breaking my heart your leaving, baby, I’m grieving, but if you want to leave take good care, hope you make a lot of nice friends out there , but just remember there’s a lot of bad And beware. . . Oh baby baby it’s a wild world.

Baby, I love you, he lied.

Another “Thrill”-packed Week

August 21, 2009

jtq2Another 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.

Jimmy "Thrill" Quill

Jimmy "Thrill" Quill

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…
Miss P.

Damp and Delicious Teen Dreams

August 10, 2009

This article first appeared in my column in Rolling Stone Italia

By the time you dolls read this column, Paul McCartney’s first studio album in 4 years, “Memory Almost Full,” will hopefully be on your ipods and among your favorite itunes, and you won’t have decided he should be put out to pasture at the grand old age of 65. It was a pretty bold move, leaving Capitol Records after all those decades and trying Something New (the title of the Beatles’ third Capitol release in 1964) by signing on with Starbucks’ new label, Hear Music. And what a crazy coup for that everpresent caffeine titan! (I love “Vintage Clothes,” when he sings “Don’t live in the past/Don’t hold on to something that’s changing fast…” If only he’d met me before that maneater, Heather Mills…sigh.

I was a Beatlefreak from the very beginning–the perfect age of fifteen when they crossed the Atlantic and altered everyone’s consciousness forevermore. As I said in ‘I’m With the Band,’ “I wrote with a Beatle pen, slept on a Beatle pillowcase and breathed with Beatle lungs.” My deepest dream was to meet the Fab Four, and guess what? I did! It took quite awhile, but a goofy little girl from Reseda, California, got to shake hands with all four Beatles. Well, I shook hands with three of them anyway.

In ’69, I had just posed for the centerfold of Rolling Stone with my all girl band, the GTO’s, and as we were leaving the studio in full feathered regalia, we ran smack dab into George Harrison, in the parking lot. We all stopped to chit-chat, and when the sensitive Beatle told us he’d heard all about us, we were breathless with excitement. He then looked me up and down and said in that accent, “You have very pretty legs.” (I met Mr. Harrison again decades later at Bob Dylan’s 5oth birthday party, but I’ll have to write an entire column about that divine day).

I was holing up in London with the bass player of the Pink Fairies, but had fallen in love with Todd Rundgren’s bassist, Tony Sales, and was trying to figure out a way to gently escape from the fairy lair, when Frank Zappa called to offer me a role in his movie of life on the road, “200 Motels,” shooting at Pinewood Studios. None other than Ringo Starr was playing Frank Zappa, complete with perfect curly black wig. I tried to act nonchalant while Ringo stood there watching my big scene, but I couldn’t focus on my lines with the be-ringed, moptop drummer observing my every move! I eventually (sort of) got used to his presence and was finally able to shoot the breeze with Mr. Starkey.

Whenever the Whos’ drummer, Keith Moon slammed into town, he called me immediately and his ‘assistant,’ Dougal would come and fetch me. On this balmy eve in ‘74, I was taken to a recording studio on Sunset Boulevard where Harry Nilsson was recording with John Lennon. Keith was the entertainment, I suppose. He usually was. John was leaning up against a doorframe wearing a cute black beret, and when Keith introduced us…”Pamela, this is John, John…Pamela,” the smart Beatle muttered, “Pamela, John, John Pamela, Pamela John, John Pamela….” until it turned into total meaningless mush. Needless to say, we didn’t shake hands. I felt sad, but John was in the middle of his ‘Kotex-on-the-Head’ phase and was without his muse, Yoko.

I had been in the room with my fave Beatle, Paully-Waully Paul-Paul on previous occasions, but never had the Beatleballs to make his acquaintance. Recently, a guitar playing pal o’ mine, Brian Ray, got a job with the Cute Beatle and invited my ex, Michael and I, to the concert and a small party afterwards. After dreamily swooning along with over 30 Beatle songs, I was nibbling fancy foodstuffs at the afterbash, when the red sea parted and Paul appeared. I had brought my first book along just in case I had the chance to place it in HIS hands, but when he was a mere 3 feet away, I couldn’t move until prodded by a sweet stranger, who insisted on introducing us. I gave Paul the book, and he took it in his very Beatle hands and thumbed through it, glanced over at Heather, lifted his eyebrows at me and said, ‘We haven’t met before…have we?” Only in my dreams Paully-Waully, only in my damp and delicious teen dreams.


Wowie Zowie! Layla Cuts Loose: After being offered almost a million pounds (close to 2 million dollars) Pattie Boyd Harrison, the pert and pretty doll-faced wife of George Harrison and later, Eric Clapton, is finally penning her memoirs after 40 years of keeping quiet about her intense relationships with 2 of our greatest rock gods. We all thought that Pattie broke The cosmic Beatle’s heart when she left him for the guitar legend, but rumor has it that she intends to bare all about how ol’ Slowhand agreed to swap his own galpal for Pattie as a trade-off with George Harrison.

Ace Frehley Interview

August 7, 2009

Hi dolls, I had the pleasure of spending a little quality time with KISS guitarist Spaceman, the unparalleled Ace Frehley. I interviewed him for RS Italy, but of course, got waaaaay more great stuff that I could use, so will share it with my dolls!

Back in 1978 when all four members of KISS simultaneously released their solo albums, $2.5 million bucks (a whole lotta dough back then!) was spent on the publicity campaign with much frantic hubbub and fanfare. Expectations that bassist Gene Simmons and rhythm front man Paul Stanley would outsell drummer Peter Criss and guitarist Ace Frehley was were shattered when the big winner among the four turned out to be none other than “Spaceman” Ace. If you dolls haven’t seen the outrageous Halloween ’79 interview from the Tom Snyder talk show, please check it out and get some chuckles. Ace (who was then an alcoholic and joyous drug user) gets manic giggle fits and overtly pisses off the uptight, long-tongued, business-man monster Gene. Check out the wicked looks he keeps shooting his stoned guitarist!

God bless YouTube for reviving these long-lost, special moments in rock history.

Here we are 30 years later, and the now sober Ace is releasing another raucous, fret-shredding solo album, “Anomaly,” which gives me the opportunity to sit down with him at the House of Blues and have a little chit-chat.

Ace is the very special guest at tonight’s Really Big Rock Show at Hollywood’s House of Blues, along with Ozzy Osbourne, and my Sex Pistol pal, Steve Jones. Their high profile back-up band is L.A.’s renowned Camp Freddie, featuring members of Guns n Roses, the Cult and my old Jane’s Addiction flame, Dave Navarro. Before the festivities begin, Ace and I sequester ourselves in a dim little, cosmic nook to catch up.

Pamela: How many times have you played this club? How many times have you actually played THIS club?

Ace: Oh, probably… at least four.

P: In all kinds of different incarnations

A: I played it, I think, with Frehley’s Comet in the 90’s… I did a benefit here for Dimebag Daryl when he got inducted to the Rock Walk of Fame… I played here last year with my band, on tour in 2008… and I guess tonight is the fourth time. There might have been one more I’m leaving out…

P: But you’ve visited here many times.

A: Oh yeah, it’s a great place to hang out. It’s a great atmosphere.

P: Yeah, it is! Sai Baba pictures and all…

A: You live in town?

P: Yeah! I hear you’re moving here. Are you just moving in here? Or are you bicoastal?

A: I’ve had three different places. I stay for a couple years, then I get too crazy here and I leave. But now I’ve pretty much got my act together on that end.

P: Yeah, you’re about three years [sober]…

A: Actually, the release date of the CD is going to be three [years].

P: Wow!

A: It just worked out that way. It’s amazing the way things happen.

P: What made you finally, actually take that big step? It is a big step!

A: I wanted to live! I’ve had so much fun— you know, sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll, we’re both in there, but you get to a certain age and then if you don’t stop, you’re gonna die. I chose life! I think my fans want to see more records from me. I had reached my quota.

P: I’ve lost so many friends, I always feel so lucky to still be alive. I’m older than you— I’m going to be sixty-one in a couple of months.

A: You don’t look it.

P: God, what a life, huh? So, the record is great. Are you excited? Do you have jaded feelings at all, since you’ve been in the business so long, or does a new record like this get you all excited?

A: I was a little— not jaded, just a little confused. I was so surprised when I started shopping the album and trying to figure out… Everybody’s saying, “Don’t go with a major record label because they’re all going bankrupt,” or, “They’re all going through transitional periods and your record will get lost,” and I’m just starting to completely understand the whole digital revolution much better. I wasn’t really an internet kind of person. I mean, I’ve been working on computers since my very first apple computer with a tiny screen, but I didn’t like going on the internet. I had a couple of hacker friends who said, “You go on the internet, you get viruses and everything gets corrupted…” And the times I did go on, my friend would show me a site—now, this was years ago—and say, “You can download this or that…” And it took forever! Broadband is a whole different animal. I have no patience, so the past couple years I’ve really gotten an education in digital recording, not only in how the record business has changed, but also in the studio. This is the first album I’ve done totally digital.

P: And do you think it measures up to the analog days?

A: The more I work with ProTools, the more I understand that if you know what you’re doing, you can make it sound as good as the old records. There’s always that little difference, but it’s like the difference between a high-resolution recording and an MP3. Most people can’t tell the difference. So it’s about that much of a difference.

P: These days it’s all about quickness, downloading it and having it NOW, instead of waiting in line at the record store.

A: The album wouldn’t have gotten done nearly as fast if we’d done everything on tape, especially when it comes to editing. I remember working with Eddie Kramer in the old days with Kiss, cutting up pieces of tape and putting them off to the side, reattaching the tape and playing it and then, if it wasn’t right, taking it apart again and putting it back together five different times. It was nuts! Today, with ProTools, you click a mouse and it’s done, and if it’s not perfect, you hit “undo” and you redo it. It’s as simple as that.

P: And so instead of going with any major label, you put it out yourself on your own label, right?

A: It’s on my label, but I got together with a great company, Rocket Science, which kind of takes the place of a label. They have a whole marketing team. They’re doing a great job, and they’re making deals for me with different distributors all around the world. I was going to do it myself, but I don’t have time for that. I need to get ready for a tour! So I had to let it go. I had to let my baby go! It was like putting my daughter on the school bus the first time she went to 1st grade, and waving goodbye.

P: Oh, I remember that feeling! My son is about the same age as your daughter. Is she in the music business at all?

A: No. She works with children, and she works with clothes. I don’t have the inclination to push her in the direction of this business. It’s kind of crazy. It’s a lot harder on women, too.

P: Oh yeah, it is still much harder for women. You have been through pretty much every incarnation of the business. Hasn’t it changed a lot? Have you noticed the huge shift in the way things are done?

A: There are just so many more groups than there were in the 70’s.

P: And so few of them last. You have lasted; you’ve been through so many different generations of fans, from your age and older to kids. That’s awesome. There are very few people like you left. You know, the bands from the 60’s and 70’s are still revered. And, I hate to say it, but most of the bands from now are not going to be revered in forty years or so.

A: I did an interview the other day and was asked, “So, who are you excited about that’s new?” And I tried to explain to him: When I was a teenager, I had Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, the Jeff Beck Group, the Stones, The Beatles, Cream…

P: The Who, The Doors…

A: …It goes on and on. And then you wake up today, and you listen to the new stuff that’s out there… I mean, there’s nobody!

P: And it’s a flash, too. It’s going to be gone. So you are in this hallowed place, and that’s why bands like yours and the older guys’ bands are still the biggest-drawing bands. It’s sad to me, because I’m a rock-loving chick.

A: I guess I’m an elephant— an end of an era!

P: It’s true! But it’s so cool that you’re still out there doing it. I love that. And you sound great.

A: I’ve never felt better. I just turned fifty-eight in April, and I still feel like a kid. I think like a kid.

P: I do, too. So do you have any stand-out memories of a favorite band you saw, that maybe triggered your career moves?

A: I remember, when I was about fifteen, cutting school and going to a Murray the K show. He used to have shows in New York. There was a band called the Blues Magoos who had a hit, “(We Ain’t Got) Nothin’ Yet.” The rhythm guitar player in that band, Peppy, grew up two blocks from me, and he used to teach me how to play bar chords in the basement of an apartment house. I remember hearing his song on the radio at the beach and going, “Wow, this guy grew up in my neighborhood. If he can do it, I can do it!” Then I remember going to see him at the Murray the K show and, lo and behold, were The Who and Cream. I was blown away. I was sitting there going, “They’re great. But I can do that too, and I’m going to.”

P: Good! That’s a lot of confidence.

A: I always kind of knew this was my destiny.

P: Were you already playing when you saw that show?

A: I started playing when I was thirteen. I grew up in a household where everybody played an instrument. Everybody was a musician: my mom, my dad, my brother, my sister. I was the youngest of three kids, so I always heard music, from as far back as I can remember.

P: Did you have lots of groupies.

A: Yeah.

P: Did you hang out with them? I mean, I’m “The World’s Most Famous Groupie” so I have to ask that.

A: Gene more so than anybody in the band; and he brags about it. I don’t talk about it too much.

P: I’ve known Gene forever, and I KNOW some of it is hot air! But, you know, the groupies love you guys.

A: Yeah, I mean, in our heyday, it really wasn’t hard.

P: But what did you think of them? The girls who loved the music and wanted to get near you?

A: They loved the band. When you love something, you want to get as close to it as possible. I didn’t see anything wrong with it. We were just exchanging pleasantries.

P: I love that! People put groupies down, still, to this day.

A: A lot of bands might not have continued on if it wasn’t for the groupies keeping up their morale when money was tight or shows got cancelled. At least they had somebody to lean on and be consoled by.

P: Yeah! I was there. I was devoted And it was all about the music for me. That’s a real groupie, someone who loves the music. It must have been cool for you, when you guys all put your solo records out and you had the biggest-selling solo record.

A: It’s funny you say that, because I remember finishing the mix on that record. It was in the can, and I was driving around listening to it, and I remember saying to myself, “I think I have something really good here.” That was— what, 31 years ago?

P: Wow, was it really? [laughs]

A: And I feel exactly the same way now as I did back then, and hopefully history will repeat itself. Because I’m really happy. I’ve had parts of this album remixed three times by different people, and finally I was lucky enough to get a hold of Marty Fredrickson and Anthony Fox, and I think they did a spectacular job. I think they got that analog sound. They got the big reverb sound, which is what I think the kids want to hear. They don’t want to hear stuff compressed to hell without any ambience on it, like a lot of records sound today.

P: Yeah, they sound constricted somehow. So, you’ve been this guitar god forever and ever. That’s what I mean: are you jaded at all about any of this?

A: You know, I never thought I was that great a guitar player. I think I’m a good guitar player.

P: Really? But you’re so revered as a great guitar player.

A: Kids put me on a pedestal. But, you know… I never really practiced that much! If I knew I was going to influence as many people as I have, I probably would have practiced more and studied more.

P: No, that’s what it is— it’s the feel, and the sincerity, behind your playing that they relate to.

A: There are plenty of other guitar players who are more technically inclined.

P: But fans know if you’re feeling it or not, and I think that’s what they’re responding to.

A: A lot of it is attitude, yeah.

P: Totally!

A: Somebody said to me, “What would you recommend to somebody starting out in the business?” And I said, “Well, practice a lot. You need to have the image, you need to have the talent, but attitude goes a long way.” And self-confidence: if you don’t have that, forget it.

P: It’s hard to get. You obviously had self-confidence at 15, to be able to say, “I can do that.”

A: I knew when I was 15 I was going to be doing this my whole life, as crazy as it sounds.

P: Not many people can make it work their whole lives, that’s for sure. This is for Italian Rolling Stone. How about Italy. Have you spent any time there?

A: I’ve spent time in Italy. We did some outside shows there.

P: It’s a very outdoors culture.

A: I’m fascinated with Italian art and architecture, Florence and Rome…

P: Me too. I just came back from there, and it’s so beautiful. It’s so ancient. We’re such a baby country. Then you go to a place like that, with the forum just standing there in the middle of the town…!

A: When you’re in the Coliseum, you think about what really happened there, and that was the center of the universe back then, sort of like New York is today. It’s mind-boggling. I love Europe. I can’t wait to go back. I was in Europe twice last year. Actually, we didn’t get a chance to play a show in Italy, but I’m going to remedy that this year, hopefully! I need to give my agent a pep talk and have her put it together.

P: I think when we first met was when you guys opened for Silverhead in New York in February of 1974. Do you remember that?

A: I remember opening for Iggy Pop at the Academy of Music in ’73.

P: It may have been the Academy of Music.

A: Was it Iggy Pop, Silverhead and Kiss?

P: It could have been Iggy Pop. That’s right, it might have been.

A: At the Academy of Music on 14th Street?

P: Yes, I think it was the Academy of Music. We were filming a terrible movie—that’s how [ex-husband] Michael and I met.

A: How is Michael? I haven’t seen him in a while.

P: Oh, he’s great! He just got 29 years sober.

A: God bless him. I heard he was sober.

P: He’s inspired so many people.

A: Is he still acting?

P: Yes, he’s still acting, he’s writing great songs, and he’s just hanging around.

A: I just had a great opportunity to help a fellow musician on VH1 show, Sober House. A bass player from the original Alice In Chains band was in there.

P: I love that show. I’m obsessed with those reality shows.

A: He was struggling, and he made a contract with the people there that if I showed up, he’d continue there for another 90 days. They called me and I showed up, and he signed a contract, and he’s continuing his journey in sobriety. I was so happy that I could be instrumental in his recovery. You can’t keep it if you don’t give it away; that’s the way it works.

P: Well, that’s all I’m going to need from you, you sweet, wonderful man, you! You’re a really nice guy. I knew you would be.

A: Thank you. I don’t even know who’s playing tonight. I heard Ozzy’s going to do a couple of songs.

P: I heard Ozzy’s playing, and the kids from The Darkness.

A: You gonna stay for the show?

P: I’m such an old fuddy-duddy! Not really, but I live at the beach and I’d have to wait around Hollywood for five hours now before you play; that’s the thing. I would love to, though. I want to watch the sound check for sure.

A: Well, thank you so much. It was really great to meet you.

P: Yes, great to meet you.

A: I forgot how cool this room is.

P: Anything could happen here. I’m sure many, many interesting things have happened in this room.

A: If only walls could talk, right?

P: Oh, yeah!

A Lady of Fine Age!

June 23, 2009

I have to share with with my fine new blog-mates!

I just got this message on MySpace . . . too wonderful not to share!!

you have killer taste in music, thats good character right there.
I wanted to ask, idk maby you know but why do i have these sexual filling for women of fine age. why do i fill seductive and wanting the filling of a women lust? i dont feel like thiss for my own mom lol its incest, but with older women in the street or the market, maby you could advice me a bit. im willing to experiment and try hot new thing. why do i feel this way for ladys of fine age?”

Good question, eh dolls?

a lady of fine age . . .