Just thought i'd type something up from a biographical book i read about the Stones:
"The sexual tension in the Factory was intense. Edie Sedgwick was there, the "Girl of the Year", a lithe, half-mad, self-absorbed heiress type from an ancient Massachusetts family. Her starring roles in Warhol's underground movies had catapulted her into Vogue fashion spreads and genreal subterranean goddesshood. She had a low, sexy voice that always sounded like she'd just stopped crying. With her cropped hair dyed platinum, Edie was the promiscuous young queen of the Warhol superstars, an American icon at twenty-two. Every young man in New York wanted her.
Including Bob Dylan... who knew enough to keep his distance. But it still bothered Dylan when Edie went over and started to rub Brian's shoulders, muss his hair, whisper in his ear. Edie and Brian put their heads together and talked and laughed a long while on the famous Factory sofa while Dylan, glowering in the corner with his people, watched them carefully, stunned for once into complete silence.
Mick met Edie too, on another night at the Scene, the basement rock club on West 46th Street. The meeting was much anticipated by the Warholians, excited that their superstar was going to meet the sexy English singer. Their union seemed predestined, but nothing happened. Mick was in the vestibule when Edie arrived. She went right up to him.
"How do you do? I really like your records."
Shy smile from Mick, eyes down. "Um, oh... Thank you."
Eye contact... and an explosion of people burst into the tiny space. Flashbulbs blinded everyone. Manhattan frenzy, a swirl of hip-huggers, tight blue jeans, Pucci slacks, little-girl mod dresses. Edie fled. They never had a moment."
(from: 'Old Gods Almost Dead' by Stephen Davis. page 128. Wierd title IMO!)
Mick is obviously Mick Jagger, and Brian is the guitarist Brian Jones.
It annoys me a bit the way this is written as if the author knew these people intimately and was there at the time. Well maybe he even was, who knows. But don't you all think some of the descriptions are a rather subjective, and sensationalist?
Oh well, an interesting read nonetheless.
"The sexual tension in the Factory was intense. Edie Sedgwick was there, the "Girl of the Year", a lithe, half-mad, self-absorbed heiress type from an ancient Massachusetts family. Her starring roles in Warhol's underground movies had catapulted her into Vogue fashion spreads and genreal subterranean goddesshood. She had a low, sexy voice that always sounded like she'd just stopped crying. With her cropped hair dyed platinum, Edie was the promiscuous young queen of the Warhol superstars, an American icon at twenty-two. Every young man in New York wanted her.
Including Bob Dylan... who knew enough to keep his distance. But it still bothered Dylan when Edie went over and started to rub Brian's shoulders, muss his hair, whisper in his ear. Edie and Brian put their heads together and talked and laughed a long while on the famous Factory sofa while Dylan, glowering in the corner with his people, watched them carefully, stunned for once into complete silence.
Mick met Edie too, on another night at the Scene, the basement rock club on West 46th Street. The meeting was much anticipated by the Warholians, excited that their superstar was going to meet the sexy English singer. Their union seemed predestined, but nothing happened. Mick was in the vestibule when Edie arrived. She went right up to him.
"How do you do? I really like your records."
Shy smile from Mick, eyes down. "Um, oh... Thank you."
Eye contact... and an explosion of people burst into the tiny space. Flashbulbs blinded everyone. Manhattan frenzy, a swirl of hip-huggers, tight blue jeans, Pucci slacks, little-girl mod dresses. Edie fled. They never had a moment."
(from: 'Old Gods Almost Dead' by Stephen Davis. page 128. Wierd title IMO!)
Mick is obviously Mick Jagger, and Brian is the guitarist Brian Jones.
It annoys me a bit the way this is written as if the author knew these people intimately and was there at the time. Well maybe he even was, who knows. But don't you all think some of the descriptions are a rather subjective, and sensationalist?
Oh well, an interesting read nonetheless.
...I don't like it one bit!
SHe is sooo beautiful and gpt this wonderful style...
