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| Pamela Des Barres, professional rock groupie |
My Whirling Pea Brain |
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I fell in love with Nick St. Nicholas, a fluffy, blond German lunatic with his own language and a delirious way of looking at the world. I met him at the Galaxy, and he took me out a couple of times before it hit me that this could be the guy who could have anything he wanted from me. Anything.
I invited Nicky over, eager to show him how much pent up love I had saved for him alone. He always put me on edge to the point of sheer exhaustion. I tried so hard to measure up to my idea of what his idea of a groovy chick might be that I was constantly out of breath. Since he was somewhere on Pluto, it was up to me to create paltry conversation and invite response, drawing it out of him bit by bit, like my daddy digging for gold. When he finally realized that I was ready to take the big step, he led me into the bedroom and entered the sacred vessel without much fanfare. I lay there beside him all night, like billions of girls before me, wondering, "Is that all there is?"
Losing my "well-contained" virginity (that's what Noel Redding called it) sent my pea brain whirling. (Los Angeles, 1968)
from I'm with the Band: Confessions of a Groupie by Pamela Des Barres (William Morrow, © 1987)
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