Sociologically, musically, spiritually, sexually, I spent my youth cavorting through the most expansive free-lovin’ era; a never-comin’-back timeframe that many younger people wish they could have experienced first hand, mouth, mind and genitals…
Adventures in Canada with my beloved Toronto dolls.
“I thought to myself, perhaps there are other classic rock fans out there who might be interested in a little historic jaunt down the Strip and through Laurel Canyon, a magical place I once called “God’s Golden Backyard,” because no one locked their doors, music and marijuana smoke gushed freely from open windows, flowers bloomed year-round and you could stick out your thumb and arrive in Heaven…”
“I was master of my own destiny. That’s why I’m trying to rehabilitate the word ‘groupie’. We were liberated women. The rockers did not snap their fingers to have us offered up on a silver platter. We did everything to seduce them or meet them. How could I blame them for giving in to our charms?”
Thrilled that my piece on Gram Parsons for Please Kill Me was recently featured in Variety!