I know the Hollywood rules: Never spill beans, ever. Mouth-zip. Get to the point. No drugs. Stay humble. Stay tuned in.
On the music front, we finally found a female bassist who is awesome, can’t wait for you to see. My new band starts in earnest later this year, but that’s all I can say about that for now.
While we wait for the music stuff to become official I am banging out this memoir. The working title is And She’s Not Even Pretty. It’s a little negative, but I love it. I used to not be pretty, and now I finally feel like all of me— not the totally self-conscious, non-pretty me that I’m known for in the public eye.
My friend Peter Brandt found an old Interview magazine from when Andy [Warhol] “discovered” me about six weeks before he died. He did a double page spread in that issue and Peter sent it to me. He put me on his show and Debbie Harry introduced me as “our flamboyant new superstar discovery.”
I just keep thinking about Andy Warhol’s “15 minutes” — that was 34 YEARS AGO! God! By the way, I thought I was so homely, I couldn’t watch it.
I’m starting films again! All I can say is thank you, Ronnie Meyer for your priceless mitzvah and Brian Lourd for your priceless advice. The next step will be to meet my agent. This time, no agent hopping, no listening to upper class boyfriends trying to tame me into “Mrs. Senator Wasp.” I can’t call someone my agent until we’ve shaken hands. All these endless, “You were so great in Larry Flynt” leave me cold. I’ll talk about why I “resigned” from film in 2001 some other time. […]
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