Take Another Little Piece of My Heart: A Groupie Grows Up by Pamela Des Barres

Author:Pamela Des Barres [Barres, Pamela Des]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Music, Biography, Non-Fiction
ISBN: 9780688091491
Amazon: 1556528000
Barnesnoble: 1556528000
Goodreads: 13118
Publisher: William Morrow & Co
Published: 1992-11-01T00:00:00+00:00

III

I was beginning my thirty-eighth year of life, and with my book completed and soon to be published began a much-needed cycle of renewal. Michael and I had an unspoken love-truce and started having a little more fun. For my birthday he and Patti threw me a feast-fete at Helena’s, downtown in a gone-to-seedy area behind Silverlake. The barely opened pleasure sanctum had been discovered by that chic chick, the divine Melanie G. Former unique bohemian-freak actress, Greek belly-dancer Helena Kadianiotes ran the joint, with the financial aid of her two next-door neighbors, Jack Nicholson and Marlon Brando. “Mother Teresa feeds the poor,” Helena said to me, “the rich and famous need it more.” She was the patron saint of the super-elite. Helena’s was an over-the-rainbow, beyond-belief, hipper-than-thou experience to be relished by the too, too few. My girlfriends dolled up to chomp on the goat cheese, sun-dried tomato special, and the double-heart carrot cake Melanie had so kindly provided. Michael toasted me, praising my efforts even though I had spared no mushy, horny detail about any of my amores. Bruce Willis was there with my friend, Sheri, and almost unknown cute actor, Robert Downey, Jr., came with his trendified manager, Loree Rodkin, and Patti snapped at least sixty Polaroids while the place clogged up with actors, musicians, producers, directors, tall, willowy model-types, and all the truly ravishing people.

Helena’s soon became our new hang-spot. That twinkly magic man Jack Nicholson was there every Friday night, lighting up the dive. He held court in the corner, allowing only certain babes to grace the seat next to him for no more than five minutes at a time. Lou Adler was usually with him, and sometimes the old charmer, Warren Beatty came by for a glass of Evian, scanning for beauty. We got to be fairly friendly, flirting like fools, and I graced Jack’s table for several five-minute slots of fun, wondering what it might be like to find myself trapped in his naughty lair for several five-hour slots of sin. Can you tell I was slowly turning into a horny beast? I guess writing about all my lovers woke up my sadly neglected libido. It’s all the more sad because even the smell of Michael, the touch of his silky skin still thrilled me. But it seemed he believed the grass was always more emerald, chartreuse, sea green, jade green, lime green, moss green, avocado, and leaf green way over on the other side.

One night when the peel-back ceiling was peeled back to reveal the splendor of the smogged-out stars, Marlon Brando made a brief appearance at Helena’s, and even the high-stepping cream of the swank set started buzzing. I was tempted to sashay over to Brando’s table to ask what he did with all those half-naked shots I sent him back in ’72 but decided to keep my cool intact. One night somebody claimed they saw Jack Nicholson and Sean Penn peeing against a wall outside, and it became a spirited topic of conversation—just to show you how really silly Hollywood-types can be.

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