Posts Tagged ‘Miss Mercy’

Inside the premiere

December 17, 2010

Random scenes from inside the premiere of Let’s Spend the Night Together, VH1 Rock Doc, 12/13/2010


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. . .

The Pace, Planes, Eating on the Run, Freezing My Tits off!!

February 15, 2010

February 14-a sad Valentine’s day for me, dolls. I lost a very close, beloved friend, Doug Feiger, to cancer today. He fought that bugger so valiantly and gracefully for over five years, and became a better man in the process. Doug inspired so many of us by sharing his courage and optimism and ultimate acceptance of his plight. His determination staved off that beast way longer than his doctors predicted. He was the snappiest dresser, the poppiest singer, the most self-possessed conversationalist. . . I miss his presence acutely already, although I felt him near me today. He told me to take care of myself. I loved/love him dearly . . . I will be reading for him nightly from The American Book of the Dead, and hopefully assist him on his journey . . .

I have been laid low with 2 versions of icky chest ailments that have had me on 2 different antibiotics for the last 3 weeks. That incredibly fast-track mini tour I did interviewing groupie goddesses in the snow took its toll on me bigtime. The pace, planes, eating on the run, freezing my tits off, being ON every day and night wreaked havoc with my usually sunny immunity. But, hey, I’ll recover any minute now, right?

I did start 2 new writing workshops last week however, and all the dolls are, as usual, groovy and gifted sweethearts, every one. I am always amazed at the level of talent they
arrive with, and so many of the girls become fast friends from the outset. Like minded music loving females bonding with words!

I never even wrote about my New Year’s Eve, spent with my dear pal Iva Turner, watching our fave hot tamale rockabilly lord, James Intveld shred what was left of 2009. That year already sounds like so long ago, doesn’t it? We danced in 2010 and enjoyed it immensely. I did miss my boyfriend, Mike, having spent the last 6 New Year’s Eves with him . . . but, alas, he now resides in Houston.

I visited him last month and got to see him play a few stellar shows- one at his local home away from home, the Volcano Bar.  His new song, “Late For My Funeral” bowled me over, he is so bloody talented. His 3rd album, “Jukebox In Your Heart” is being pressed as I write this! Yay! We cuddled and wooed and he took me to all the local thrift stores and vintage clothing joints. He had even stocked his kitchen with an array of gluten-free treats. Sigh. I actually took a Greyhound bus from Austin to Houston, after teaching my glorious students there, and is was quite a serene little jaunt. It was over all too fast and I am now counting the days until my next trip to Texas mid- March.

We’ve almost finished the VH1 rock doc “Let’s Spend the Night Together,” which should be airing in May. In L.A. I spent quality time in front of the cameras with Miss Mercy, Catherine James, Cassandra “Elvira” Peterson and Lori “Lightning” Mattix discussing the glory and heartbreak of groupiedom. I can’t wait for you all to hear their candid outrageous tales!

On the Santa Monica pier with Catherine James

February started off with a dynamite explosion when some unknown somebody decided to report that Zooey Deschanel was going to play me in the upcoming HBO “I’m With the Band” pilot. I have been keeping kinda mum on the subject, waiting for the perfectly exquisite moment to announce the momentous news, but that particular somebody beat me to it. Oh well, it’s certainly good news, isn’t it dolls? I couldn’t be happier about Zooey – a rock loving dollface, vintage fashionplate, a stellar actress and kindred spirit.  And HBO? My fave shows, “Big Love” and “In Treatment” say it all. We are in the midst of meeting with writers, and I will keep you updated as we move the project along!!!

I saw my pal Paul Reuben’s supercool Pee Wee Herman show at L.A.’s Nokia Theater last week (with James Intveld) and jaw-dropped in awe, I rollicked with laughter and had a blast. Paul said he will probably take it to Vegas or Broadway..eeny meeny miney moe???

Cowboy Curtis and James Intveld!

me and Miss Yvonne from Pee Wee's show!

I have to go put on my flannel jammies, dolls and rub my chest with Vick’s Vapor Rub and think of my sweet mommy who used to comfort me in that oh so familiar way…

Will write sooner than soon, promise…
Miss P

Feeling Like a Kid Again . . .

September 1, 2009

Last night I took my dear Miss Mercy GTO to Gene Simmons’ 60th  birthday bash at Lucky Strike Lanes in Hollywood. I have known Gene  since my ex-hubby Michael played with them at the Academy of music in  1974. I do believe that KISS opened for Michael’s raunchy madcap  glitter band, Silverhead that night. We were filming a very low budget  movie and cameras were rolling back stage as MDB posed wickedly in his  faux leopard skin jacket, tangled blonde locks sprayed silver. Cameras  were rolling last night as well, I’m sure for Gene’s Family Jewels TV  smasheroo. Cameras were everywhere, following ravishing Shannon and the Simmons’ gangly offspring as they merrily celebrated Gene’s Coming  of Age. (Actually, Shannon told me she couldn’t wait to get back into  her jeans! Ha ha.) . . .

Michael took my hand and presented me to Gene  like a prize and he wriggled around, opening his arms for me to tumble  into. Right away he insisted that I feel his mighty bicep, and I have  to admit, it was pretty bleeping rock hard, dolls! Then I had to rub my hands up and down his slimming waist line and openly marvel, mouth agape. His gift from me was a book of Rimbaud’s poetry and Michael 
reminded me that Gene only reads comic books. Oh, of course, how could  I have forgotten?! When I handed him the wrapped present (vintage paper and card of course), he asked, “Do you remember a long time ago when I told you that comic books were the future!” I’ve always said that Gene has dollar signs in his eyes instead of pupils. He was the one who suggested I write a rock version of ‘Hollywood Babylon,’ which became my third tome, ‘Rock Bottom.’ He also gave me the astute advice to use the word ‘Confessions’ instead of ‘memoir’ for my ‘I’m With the Band,’ subtitle – ‘Confessions of a Groupie.’ A very sly and smart fellow, the painted sober monster with the incredibly long tongue . . .

After Gene’s bash I went out to Joe’s in Burbank for Jimmy Intveld’s second set where I twirled and whirled in my high heels and crinolines, merging with his dark Elvisy voice, and twanging guitar,  feeling like a kid again . . .