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60swildchild said:
I'll scan more pages to where they broke up. I ordered her follow-up book through Amazon and it should be here soon (I hope). I'll have to check out her MySpace account.

Okay, Nico... here goes: scanned from New York Rocker by Gary Valentine:


I don't remember... have you caught up with him yet? Was he the one touring last Fall?

Thank you for posting this section of the book. I was so surprised when I read that part. Anyway, Gary was invited last March in NYC for the R'N'R Hall of Fame. He was supposed to be back on tour with Blondie but, as he said, he was sacked, again, from the band at the last minute. He said that he is quite fed-up with Blondie as they keep asking him back to fire him later. Plus he had a big fight with Clem Burke. The last time he wrote (last summer), he made it clear that he was interested only in his writting now and taking care of his 2 sons. You know that he lives in London now...
 
nicovelvet said:
Thank you for posting this section of the book. I was so surprised when I read that part. Anyway, Gary was invited last March in NYC for the R'N'R Hall of Fame. He was supposed to be back on tour with Blondie but, as he said, he was sacked, again, from the band at the last minute. He said that he is quite fed-up with Blondie as they keep asking him back to fire him later. Plus he had a big fight with Clem Burke. The last time he wrote (last summer), he made it clear that he was interested only in his writting now and taking care of his 2 sons. You know that he lives in London now...

^the girl with the startling blue eyes :flower:

One of his other books "Turn Off Your Mind" looks pretty interesting. I remember he wrote something about Aleister Crowley in 'New York Rocker', it was funny but I don't remember the specifics. He is on MySpace but I would feel weird about making a friend request :neutral:
 
This is from the now-defunct site www.groupiecentral.com. I thought it was pretty interesting... an interview with Sable Starr...

Star/June 1973

Sunset Strip Groupies: Who, What, When & How (Wow!)

by Carole Pickel

As Star Cover Girl Shray Mecham and I walked up to the shiny red front door of Rodney Bingenheimer's English Disco Club on the Sunset Strip, we could hear the exciting sounds and pulsating beat of Rod Stewart's "Maggie May" echoing throughout the club out onto the Strip. We made our way past the long solid oak bar and spotted two incredibly dressed groupie chicks waving at us from a small table near the dance floor. I had told Rodney (Hollywood's Number One male groupie) that I wanted to interview the most popular groupies on the Sunset Strip for Star, so he said that we should come down to the club Friday night (tonight) and meet Sable and Queenie--the two hippest groupie chicks on the Strip.

Rodney's club has become a hangout for all the Sunset Strip rock groups (like Sparks, Silverhead, Roxy Music, Slade, etc.) and the biggest names in rock music pop into Rodney's for good times and fast action too. Names such as David Bowie, Ringo Starr, Rod Stewart, Mick Jagger. I edged my way along the jiving dance floor, past the pin ball machines (and the pin ball sharkies) toward the two girls. Rodney was with them and stood up (all four feet, two inches of him!) and introduced me to them. And, I must say I was a bit flabbergasted when I got a load of what they were wearing. Sable had on a black widow wide-brimmed hat over her kinky-blonde natural. And a colorful Japanese-looking kimono with wide open slit sleeves exposing a tiny sequined vest and black bikini panties with a scarlet red pair of garters holding up her black stockings. Too much for words! As for Queenie--she wore silver lame hot pants revealing incredibly long legs on six-inch silver wedge platforms. Sable, Queenie and I got into a long and detailed rap about the groupie scene. They had incredible tales to tell and were charming to talk to.

STAR: How would you define a groupie?
SABLE: Everyone has her own definition of what a groupie is. But it's someone that meets the groups, goes to concerts with them and takes them around town, and just has a good time being their friend.

STAR: How did you get into the Sunset Strip groupie scene?
QUEENIE: I had this girl friend and she started going to the Whisky here on the Strip, and she told me how groovy it was and stuff and then I just started hanging out. And eventually I met more people and got my own thing going.

STAR:Sable, could you give me some tips on how to become a groupie?
SABLE: Sure. If you're the aggressive type, the flashy type, you make it. You have to be very flashy, sometimes even sleazy-looking. In a way, sort of cheap-looking. You just have to be noticed, you know, because you just can't stand in the crowd hoping that one of the guys in the band will notice you. If you want to be a groupie you should hang around their limousines or you hang around backstage or at the hotel. I usually know where a band's staying...I know where their hotel is because I've got connections, got big ears too! Most groups stay at the Continental Hyatt house here on the Strip, but the super heavy groups stay at the Beverly Hills Hotel. And so, you're always there.

STAR:How do you get connections?
SABLE:Well you just hang around the third billing bands. Just get to know the connections, like the people who work for a record company or a concert hall or agents for the bands. And you just can't walk away from them because you never know what they could do for you. Even if the guy is 120 years old you have to be kissie with him 'cause he might make good connections for you.

STAR:Is there any rivalry and jealousy between the groupies?
SABLE:Well there are only about 20 really good ones. And I'd have to say I'm about the best.
QUEENIE:Ha, that's a good one!
SABLE:I'm not the jealous type at all--Queenie is though--you know, because I'm always on top of everyone--because most groupies, I have to say, are just ugly.
QUEENIE:Sure Sable, you tell them--you're full of yourself.
(Queenie's holding a half-glass of juice in one hand--just about to splash it on Sable.)

STAR:Alright girls, calm down. Queenie, how about the groupie clique called Miss Pamela and the GTO's?
QUEENIE:Well, they aren't around anymore. We don't have to worry about them. They're too old. God, they're real old. Like in their late 20s and early 30s.

STAR:That's old?
QUEENIE:Sure. A lot of them sit at home and babysit and make clothes and stuff. A lot of them are traveling around with old men getting their money and using their credit cards.
SABLE:Yeah, they're just blocked out, you know. Like they'll be sitting there talking to a band. And as soon as we walk in, they might as well jump out the window.

STAR:Do you ever get into real fights with the other groupies?
QUEENIE:Sure, like once I wanted Mick Ronson, the guitarist in David Bowie's band. He was going with this ugly girl named Leslie and I can't stand her. So I was dancing and making my little eyes, and wiggling my legs and everything. It just made me so mad that she was with him. Anyway she made faces at me so I went up to her and splashed her gin gimlet right in her face! After that, Mick came over to me and left Leslie sitting by herself with her runny makeup and sopping wet hair.

STAR:Do you still live at home? What do your parents think of your groupie antics?
SABLE:I still live at home, but I just say "Hi" and "Goodbye." I just sleep there and that's about it.

STAR:How about you, Queenie?
QUEENIE:Oh, they get mad but they figure, you know, that I know what I can get away with. And I know what I'm doing. Like I never get into any trouble.

STAR:Do you consider being a groupie a career?
SABLE:No, it doesn't pay--it's more like an ego thing. Just to be able to call up girlfriends the next day to say who I was with last night. It's really my pastime because I'm still in school.

STAR:Are these outfits that you're wearing clothes that you usually wear?
SABLE:Oh, you have to wear wild stuff to be noticed.
(Sable flipped up her micro-mini and did a cutsie pose.)

STAR:Is that your most bizarre outfit?
SABLE:No, my silver one is. It's just completely skin-tight and it just goes right over my butt. And it goes way down and is backless, and I wear silver shoes that you just would not believe. They are fantastically huge platforms with a chunk missing in the heels--something like wedgies.

STAR:How about you, Queenie?
QUEENIE:I like my grey-black fishnet stockings, the real short satin hot pants with the Lurex top and my little hat with the cup brim on it.

STAR:How would you describe the groupie look?
QUEENIE:It's in between the New York street and the English feminine look and, you know, like the '40s and '50s have a great deal to do with the way we dress.

STAR:Are the guys in groups attracted to your style?
SABLE:They find me very attractive (Queenie nudged Sable with her elbow.) Like they'll all say, "You're one of the most beautiful girls I've met in America." (Queenie looks really indignant and throws back her head and laughs.)

STAR:Do you and Sable sort of hang around together?
QUEENIE:Yes, we meet the most groups together. We can meet anyone we want to and do anything we want together.

STAR:Sable, do you ever go out on your own to meet the groups?
SABLE:No, never. I go with her because together we're really something else. Like she's really aggressive...
QUEENIE:I am not!
SABLE:Yes you are. Anyway, my looks or the way I dress will catch them, or her pushing will get us there. That's our power. Even without knowing a band she will just jump in a limousine and go and, of course, I'm going to follow!

STAR:How do you let the guys in the groups know you are interested in meeting them?
QUEENIE:First of all, we do our little suavey act. We put our noses up in the air and walk by them, and you know, dance and show off a little.

STAR:What do you talk about with them?
SABLE:I always ask them about their music. Like I tell them how neat they are, and I how I think their music is great. And then they tell me more, in detail, you know, what they plan to do in the future.
QUEENIE:And you know, some really like talking about their wives and kids, believe it or not. They usually want to find out about you--what you're into.

STAR:Who are some of the guys you've met in the superstar groups?
SABLE:Rod Stewart, Alice Cooper, Led Zeppelin, David Bowie, Mick Jagger, Elton John, Marc Bolan--just about all the superstars.

STAR:Tell me how you met up with Mick Jagger.
SABLE:Well I heard that the Rolling Stones were staying at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel--I knew a rich guy who was staying there. So I went to the hotel to visit this guy and Mick Jagger was just running around, you know. He looks just like a bellboy, he's nothing great at all! I wasn't fascinated with the Stones at all, whatsoever. Mick is just ugly--dope has just eaten him apart, and from being on the road too much.

STAR:What about his incredible lips?
SABLE:They're all chapped. He's just really deformed-looking. In pictures he looks fantastic. But he's just deformed. Because his body's like, you know, short, and his face is so long. He just got his hair cut and it looked ugly.
QUEENIE:But he's been around for such a long time that he's fading rapidly. You know, he's married and he's just getting old. He's been around too long.

STAR:Was he with Bianca?
SABLE:No, I went to their rehearsal and everything and when we were listening to KDAY the DJ said Bianca had just got into town. So I called up her room, just to see if she was there. And I said something like "Oh, hi, Carol" and she goes "What do you want?" with this Nicaraguan accent. She sounded like a man. The next night I went up to Mick's room and knocked on the door and Bianca said, "Who is it? Quit your banging." I asked her if Mick was there and she told me in a few four-letter words to get lost.

STAR:Is Bianca attractive?
SABLE:Yes, she is, unfortunately. But she is a real shrew. All she wants is Mick's money. She doesn't let Mick party at all. She keeps him in the hotel room. He just really wants to leave her. That's what I've heard from all the bands and stuff.

STAR:What's Alice Cooper like to groupies?
SABLE:Oh, Alice is a really neat guy. He would never hurt anybody. Like he just sits and watches TV and drinks his beer like a real homebody.
QUEENIE:I like Alice. But he needs to straighten up a bit, he has got too many props and you can't rely on them.
SABLE:You know, that reminds me of the time this friend Barbara and I were really mad at this girl who was Alice Cooper's agent or PR girl, I guess. We were going to put a cigarette out on this girl's head. And so she kind of ducked and we hit Alice right in the ear with the cigarette--burned his hair and stuff. It was awful, but funny!

STAR:Does Alice really wear makeup all the time?
SABLE:Yes, but everybody wears makeup now. It's just a gimmick thing. It gives people something to talk about.
QUEENIE:David Bowie wears tons of makeup. He's got a whole suitcase full of makeup. He put some on in front of me and he even painted my toenails blue. That night he performed with one hand with blue nail polish and the other one green. David is the sexiest one around. I mean, he's just so out-of-sight! Like you'll walk into a room and he'll stare right into your eyes. And he'll go, "Hello," and you're at his mercy. I can't help it. That's just the way he is.

STAR:Sable, do you think David Bowie is the sexiest guy around?
SABLE:No, Robert Plant from the Zeppelins. He's a doll. And another fantastic guy is--you'll be hearing more about him soon--Shady Lady, the drummer. His name is Billy.

STAR:When he's not on stage, what kind of clothes does David Bowie wear?
QUEENIE:Weird clothes. Once he wore his blue lame boots, his green and black satin striped pants with his red jacket and green cap. And he had a big hole in the back of the pants!

STAR:What about Marc Bolan?
QUEENIE:Marc Bolan--definitely. The girls just go mad over Marc. I guess because of the way he looks with his hair and he's skinny, and the way he dresses.

STAR:Really?
SABLE:I just hated Marc Bolan. He just thinks he's so in it because he has T. Rex. He's really a little brat.
QUEENIE:He is not--he's beautiful!
SABLE:He's a brat. He just stands in a corner and talks to all these black people. Anyway, one time I went over and I was going to pour a glass of wine on him. So Mary was supposed to push me to make it look like an accident. Only it was too fake, it didn't work on time because she just touched me on my back and the next think I knew I just flipped my wrist and my drink poured all over him. It looked too fake!

STAR:I want to ask you both what the ultimate dream of any groupie would be?
QUEENIE:I think the wish that's always inside, in the back of your mind, is to really have a famous guy fall in love with you and take you all over the world with him. Like to marry him. Some girls are just out to marry a superstar.
SABLE:Just meeting a fantastic guy that's just darling to you. And just to travel with him wherever he goes.

STAR:Tell me about the ring you have in your nose, Queenie. Do the guys like it?
QUEENIE:Most guys go "God, that's really nice." I think it looks macho, you know, tough and chic!

STAR:What do you want to do once you're finished with the groupie scene?
SABLE:I want to be an Andy Warhol star and do bizarre movies. David Bowie wrote a song about Andy and so did Lou Reed. He has girls like Ultra Violet and Bianca Jagger. Since last July I've been writing a diary--in complete detail. It should be something else!

STAR:Thank you, Sable and Queenie!
 
That's an interesting article. I remember reading something similar about the Bianca incident. Probably in a Stones biography. Probably in the book by Scaduto; "Everybody's Lucifer". I remember reading that Bianca really hated the Groupie scene. With Robert Plant & Jimmy Page, her husband was one of the hotest at the time, if not the hotest!
 
^Thank You! Beautiful scans!:flower:

And thank you Clementine for that interesting article of Stable. Really funny.:lol: Does anybody have a pic of the other girl Queenie?
 
that interview...thanks for posting. she sounds awful! just the kind of girl i do not like.
 
STAR:Are the guys in groups attracted to your style?
SABLE:They find me very attractive (Queenie nudged Sable with her elbow.) Like they'll all say, "You're one of the most beautiful girls I've met in America." (Queenie looks really indignant and throws back her head and laughs.)
I don't find her attractive at all.:yuk: She IS trouble.
 
nicovelvet said:
You know that he lives in London now...

I was actually wondering about this since, while reading the book, he seemed to really like it there. And he wrote in "the British style". Is he married?
 
60swildchild said:
I was actually wondering about this since, while reading the book, he seemed to really like it there. And he wrote in "the British style". Is he married?

Divorced. He has shared custody of his 2 sons: 8 & 10 years old. Nice...
 
60sWildChild, I love this photo! What about the Bebe Buel book? Is it good? She had a very interesting life; lot of interesting encounters. I have this book written in 1985 by Victoria Balfour titled "Rock Wives" and Miss Buell is feature in the book. Despite everything I read about her, I still don't know why she told her daughter Liv that her father was Todd Rudgren... Ummm...
 
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This intimate account of 24 legendary groupies reveals what went on behind the closed doors of rock stars from Elvis to Marilyn Manson. Consisting of Pamela Des Barres's revealing interviews with and profiles of other supergroupies, this book offers firsthand glimpses into the backstage world of rock stars and the women who loved them. The groupies—such as Miss Japan Beautiful, who taught Elvis how to dance; Cassandra Peterson (Mistress of the Dark), who tangled with Tom Jones in Sin City; Cynthia Plaster Caster, who redefined the art of Jimi Hendrix; and Miss B., who revealed Kurt Cobain’s penchant for lip gloss—tell tales that go well beyond an account of a one-night stand to become a part of music history.


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Yes, indeed it does. I just got my copy of Take Another Piece of My Heart a few months ago but have not started to read it.

Here is an article (hope it hasn't been posted):

Love on the rocks; She's loved, bedded and lost some of the biggest names in the music business. And now Pamela Des Barres, legendary groupie and author of the uninhibited memoir `I'm with the Band', is back.​

From:
The Independent (London, England) | Date: June 28, 2003 | Author: Brown, Glyn

LIFE'S ODD, isn't it? On a rainy June morning, I find myself sitting in a house in Walthamstow with Pamela Des Barres, the world's most famous and beautiful groupie. As a sexual athlete she was, in her Sixties and Seventies heyday, first-class, and that sporting prowess has stood her in fine stead. Though her unlined, alabaster face has probably had help, her body is supple as a young cheetah's, rippling with toned muscles probably inside and out. It has come unscathed through her years of combat. If slivers of DNA still linger, though, I'm also in a room with Mick Jagger, Don Johnson, Jimmy Page, Waylon Jennings, Keith Moon, Jim Morrison ... Phew, it's getting crowded. And with almost all of her conquests, the romantic and perversely innocent Des Barres fell headlong in love. She was 16 when she started, remember (she's 54 now, looks 30), and 16's an impressionable age.

I'm here because a) one of Pam's best friends from back then, a gentle hippy-esque astrologer, lives in E17 and it's where our heroine likes to stay when she's not on the California coast and b) her extremely frank memoir, I'm With The Band, is about to be republished. Originally published in 1987, it has been out of print since the late Eighties. As a result it became one of the most sought-after music books ever and original copies have been known to change hands for $250. Heavy with euphoric or tear- stained diary extracts, it tells of young Pamela Miller, who grew up in the Valley area of Los Angeles with nice, normal parents, a dog, a cat and a parakeet named Buttons. And everything was charming until, at eight, she heard Elvis Presley on the Ed Sullivan Show, "and it was like BOIIINNNG!" Pamela's thing for rock musicians started right there. At first, she just had a crush on Paul McCartney ("I love you my precious precious Paully Waully Paul Paul!"). A few years later, she met Don van Vliet, soon to be Captain Beefheart, and he got her into the new "hip". She became politicised, joining marches on Sunset and hanging with Frank Zappa (well, it's easier if you're in the area). Recalling Zappa's philanthropic idealism - "his whole purpose in life was to help you find your genius" - she's starry- eyed, and you wonder why she didn't choose to bed these guys, a brainier, more giving kind. "Yeah ..." She fluffs her Pre-Raphaelite curls. "Particularly since you put such a chunk of yourself into someone else, or I tend to. I often said if I devoted as much time to anything other than men, I'd be Hillary Clinton by now." She guffaws. "Or, y'know, even bigger!"

Nevertheless, she reminds me of the clever men she did date, who apparently include Michael Winner. "We hit it off. I took him to Disneyland and he said, `I should think I'm the only man here with a silk shirt on'." There was also The Who's tormented, demented Keith Moon. "He was just ... like a li'l doll. Somebody you want to cuddle and take care of. Vulnerable. He - did you know this? - ran over one of his best friends, so he used that as a means to torture himself. Whenever something upsetting would happen, he would go to that and say, `I'm a murderer'. One wanted to say, `But it was just an accident'. On the other hand he was manic, let's face it, so all of a sudden he would be the king of England, drinking Courvoisier in a long ermine robe. It was just so much fun, you never knew what was next." Still in the brains league, she later got to Woody Allen. He wasn't mad, though, was he?
"Oh God, he's gotta be, anybody that bright is twisted in some way. But I enjoyed being with him. I did not sleep with him - I'd met my husband [musician Michael Des Barres; they're now separated] and I even turned down Elvis for him. No, Woody tried to kiss me, but [eloquently wrinkles nose] I didn't wanna do it."

Pamela claims to have been a proto-feminist, doing "exactly what I wanted and throwing out the rules of how a decent young woman was supposed to behave". And maybe that is what she was. Still, she spent an awful lot of time doing dirty work. There's an episode in the book where, obsessed with The Byrds' Chris Hillman, she's thrilled to get a peck on the cheek for cleaning his cooker. Mention it now and you get the feeling she doesn't altogether think this isn't on. How many men that you knew, I ask, do you think liked women? Long, long silence. And then: "I think ... they believed they were absolutely necessary."

The man Pamela felt was most necessary was Led Zeppelin's Jimmy Page. A girl-boy in lip gloss and eye make-up, Page seemed briefly devoted, too. To the extent that Pamela was the one groupie on whom he didn't use his famous whips. "And I'm glad he didn't, cos I wasn't ready for that stuff yet. But such mystique. To think of that cherubic being - he looked like an angel from heaven, a swooningly divine, exquisite creature - with these black leather whips in his suitcase; it was like, almost indescribably cool. Y'know, like [whispers] who wouldn't want to be around these people?" If she didn't get the whips, she did get Hendrix sideman Noel Redding's pet predilection. Which was toothpaste in "the female area". I mean, didn't that sting?

"Oh no, it's tingly. Think how it feels in your mouth." Right. But not internally? "Well..." Pam can't believe my idiocy. "Uh, yes." Didn't you get cystitis? For some reason, mainly because she's usually interviewed by men, Pam doesn't seem to be expecting this. "Er, I didn't, that I recall. Y'know, suddenly there was the toothpaste, he squeezed it, it was great." So Redding was impressive? "Oh yeah! At the end of our first time together he said, `Now that, my dear, is what you call a f*ck'. And he was so right!" On a similar subject, there's a story that Mick Jagger went racing back from LA demanding Marianne Faithfull get herself some strawberry douche. "Well, that's what she says in her book." Tosses curls. "She of course said he got it from me." And? "Well, I was certainly using 'em." Interesting. "Oh, they were tasty, I assume. They found out later it was bad for you, those flavoured douches, but at the time it sure was a kick to, y'know, [filthy laugh] have a chocolate p*ssy."

It wasn't all fun. Des Barres was chucked so many times you'd think she was made of rubber, but she wasn't. When Page left her one night at the stage door for a much, much younger model, she collapsed. "Yes, I did collapse. Physically. I ... slid down a wall, into a heap. We've all done that when we're broken-hearted. You need to experience it, it's just that mine were pretty high-profile guys. Which made it a little harder to get over them. They were everywhere. People would bring them up, or play them, or you'd hear they were coming to town. Or you'd walk into a record store and there were all your exes, on the wall." She prefers to remember the better times with Page, like being onstage with Zeppelin, sitting on his amp. "See, the thing about Jimmy was, when you were his girlfriend, he showed you off." She smiles, and you can see the impossibly fragile blonde waif she used to be. "So it made you feel - even though it was fairly short-lived - it really made you feel so special. You couldn't even feel more special in a situation."

And this, the moment of wanting to hug her, might be the perfect place to end. Except that it would give you the wrong impression. Because, for all her tender-hearted tragedy and quizzical, even life-affirming humour, she is also one very tough broad. You'd have to be to get through all that, plus buckets of drugs, and come out half-way sane. And this is the girl, mind you, who pursued Marlon Brando to within an inch of his life and, though she didn't meet him until a few years ago, and "he was a big fat guy by then", she would, she assures me, "still take him on".

Miss Pamela, as she was known on the scene, quit her groupie life in 1977 when she met the very cheekboned Des Barres (they married four years later and have a son, Nick). She wrote her expose, then a sequel, Take Another Piece of My Heart (currently out of print, but who knows?). These days she teaches creative writing, is in the middle of several books - one about groupies through history, one about how God is sex and vice versa - and says she is still looking for a long-term relationship. But first, she must get to the TV studio to appear on Richard and Judy. And she's quite looking forward to it. Although she's been told on no account to say the words "blow-job" or
"dick". E

COPYRIGHT 2003 Independent Newspapers (UK) Ltd.
 
nicovelvet said:
Picture: With Gary, Montréal Dec. 1981

PHOTO CREDIT: Suzanne Paradis

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Oh my!:woot: How did I miss this photo? Nico, both of you look marvelous!!
 
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