Let's Spend the Night Together: Backstage Secrets of Rock Muses and Supergroupies

Let's Spend the Night Together: Backstage Secrets of Rock Muses and Supergroupies by Pamela Des Barres Read Free Book Online

Book: Let's Spend the Night Together: Backstage Secrets of Rock Muses and Supergroupies by Pamela Des Barres Read Free Book Online
Authors: Pamela Des Barres
morning flight to London to do a poetry reading, and Kristofferson finally said, `Patti, you've got a plane to catch. Come on, I'm gonna get you a taxi.' And I thought, `Thank the fucking Lord, I got him!' And we had fabulous sex. The next morning, we had lots more sex. Then he wanted me to come sit on the toilet and talk to him while he shaved, which I thought was so cute. He was a loving, beautiful guy. I ran into him again, eight or nine years ago, and he was so sweet. I said, `I don't know if you remember me. .: He said, `How could I forget you? You took me to see El Topo on acid and I had pneumonia.' One of the nights we went out, he had what he thought was a cold, so I said, `Take some acid, that cures everything.' We took acid and it turned out he had pneumonia! I did get a crush on him, but we became friends because he started going out with my friend Nancy."

    I comment that it was very magnanimous of Cherry to share her prize. "Oh yeah," she smiles, "we used to give our best ones to each other. And somebody else was coming next week-Leon Russell! So who cared? I first met Leon at the Capitol Theatre on the Mad Dogs and Englishmen tour. That was the ultimate run-away-with-the-circus tour for me, when I thought I could get on the bus and never come back to reality. The music was so amazing and the atmosphere so welcoming, so family, and a nonstop party. I had an instant rapport with the Okies in the band, most especially Chuckie Blackwell, the adorable goldenboy drummer. He was a little devil and a true sex maniac, able to fuck and fuck and fuck for hours nonstop. And playful, maybe a little bisexual, and there were a million laughs mixed with the orgasms. I really loved him, not in a girlfriend way, but as a true sex buddy. Through Chuckie, I eventually got to know Leon-as much as anyone really gets to know Leon. He's a quiet, keep-tohimself kind of guy. Of course, I was madly in love with his music and wanted to be as close to him as possible, which in my head, at the time, meant sleeping with him. Chuckie and Leon were sharing a room, twin beds. I had sex with Chuckie, then Leon called me over, and I had sex with him. I can't say it was the most exciting sex I ever had, certainly not like with Chuckie. Nobody in rock and roll was quite like Chuckie Blackwell when it came to sex. But I got to be close with Leon for a few hours and give him the gift of my loving in return for all the pleasure his music had given me."
    Aww, it sounds positively idyllic. "Not exactly," Cherry laughs ruefully. "The next morning in the hotel coffee shop, everyone told me that Leon had crabs in his pubic hair, beard, everywhere! And for a minute I totally freaked out. They were just putting me on and having a laugh, but for a while they really had me going."

    While DJing at Aux Puces, Cherry got asked to audition for an off-the-wall play. "I said, `I'm not an actress.' But they didn't want real actresses. It was called `Theatre of the Ridiculous,' and they needed people who were crazy and free, so I said, `Why not?' I wound up in this wild play written by Jayne County, who was actually Wayne County then, World: Birth of a Nation. It was all made up of song lyrics. I wore a corset, and we used hot dogs as penises. I'd cut them off and castrate those boys. Andy Warhol came to see us. His play Pork was being performed at La Mama in New York with a Broadway actress in the lead role, but he thought she was too trained. Pork was going to the Roundhouse Theatre in London, and he wanted a new lead. He asked my director, `What about that girl who used to go around with the hot dogs?' So I auditioned for Andy at the Factory. I had been around him in the back room at Max's Kansas City, but never had the nerve to sit next to him and start talking."
    I'm full of questions about the enigmatic Mr. Warhol. Was he mysterious? Amusing? Quiet? "He was childish with me. He'd whisper in my ear at a party, `I hear that boy has a big penis. Why don't you go

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