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210 pages, Kindle Edition
Published June 9, 2021
Five Stars (5).
In 1969 I was a junior high school student. I had been buying Rolling Stone Magazine for about a year. In those days, Rolling Stone was distributed by A&M Records. This way Rolling Stone was able to make the magazine available not just in specialty stores or hip newstands or headshops - the magazine was going straight to the youth of America by way of record stores.
I bought every issue that came out and loved them all.
Early Rolling Stone was a thing of baroque beauty that usually featured some now-mythic Rock band on the front cover. It was in tabloid format. You could roll your reefers in an issue open to the back cover/actual front-page and have room enough to seed your dope and roll your clean grass into the appropriate sized number you wanted to smoke in that particular hour.
There were many issues with covers and stories and reviews that blew my mind but the one that totally took the top of my head off was issue number 27 -February 23, 1969. It looked a little something like this:
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As you can see from the cover headlines this was Rolling Stone's infamous "Groupie Issue". Hell, groupies had been mainstream/straight media's minor obsession for less than one season.
This particular article covered about what you'd expected, the lurid accounts of having sex with various stars, how they were in bed, who had the biggest pecker (or schlong, pick your preferred term). The lady on the back-front cover, blown up larger than life across both pages of the unfolded tabloid was the photo of a woman whose "look" I would be hung up on for the rest of my youth on into my 30s. Both ladies were soon to be in a short-lived project overseen by Frank Zappa for his new Warner-Reprise affilaited record label, Bizarre Records ...future home of Captain Beefheart, Wild Man Fischer, Alice Cooper.
They were to become members of an all-groupie rock'n'roll band called the GTO's or Girls Together Outrageously or alternately Occasionally. Their name was suggested by Miss Mercy and her friend and group cohort Pamela des Barres.
They released an album and a single was pulled from the album for release: “Mercy's Song”. The only listenable track on the album.
The front cover issue featured GTO, Trixie. Pamela Des Barres was also in the group and easily the most beautiful of all the members.
But…
The one who completely became the Queen of my Dreams was this lady featured in the front page fold-out:
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That's Miss Mercy. Mercy Fontenot - not her real name. An alias when she remade herself into some kind of Gypsy goddess of voluptuousness and unique and special beauty. I was so stricken by her raccoon eyes make-up and wild, flowing, midnight hair that I fell in love with her doppleganger. A Memphis girl who loved rock'n'roll, LSD, marijuana, and sometimes me. She was my first serious love. It went on for a couple of years until she dropped acid with Black Oak Arkansas, gangbanged most of the band members and then got pregnant. I bailed like a bad monkey burned by a hot pan of skillet grease.
This book is Miss Mercy's autobiography or an "as told to" number co-written with journalist Lyndsey Parker who does an absolutely marvelous job getting the then septuagenarian to maintain the chronology of her career as a San Francisco and Los Angeles scenester, party-girl, and most devastatingly a drug addict. Mercy was addicted to drugs from 1968 until she finally got sober for good in 1998 while tending to her best friend Pamela Des Barres' mother, then dying of advanced cancer.
This is a book some will enjoy immensely for the hedonistic lifestyle Miss Mercy embraced. There are many laughs to be had here but if you're wanting the real goods on the Rock Gods of the era you're gonna feel short changed.
Unless of course you find figures like Shuggie Otis to be one of those guitarists to be held in the same esteem as say, Peter Green, or Shuggie’s own father, Johnny Otis. Shuggie was a great - I mean GREAT guitarist- at the age of 16 or 17. He idolized Hendrix who makes a cameo or two in this book. Shuggie would later write the brilliant song "Strawberry Letter #40-something" a minor hit for Shuggie but when covered by The Brothers Johnson became a huge success.
Mostly this is about how much fun it was to obtain and get high on assorted drugs. For Mercy it was amphetamines that really moved her and was responsible for many of her outrageous adventures which mostly involved screwing rock stars who were a big deal for a spell.
She's a wonderful story teller even if almost all her stories have sad elements to them.
She levels with the readers at one point and admits ...it wasn't about the sex. In fact, she says she never really got off on sex with the exception of one guy - a guy not in the music business. No matter the countless tawdry (to you maybe) affairs and sleeping around with music stars, it was always all about the drugs that came with the pretty rock'n'roll boys.
The passages about her time with some monster Black guy who's into punching her unexpectedly, unprovoked are harrowing. The final time he beat her badly they were getting high on crack when he just punched her in the side of her face. The blow was so extreme, so hard, that it shattered all the bones on one side of her face. It would have to be corrected with reconstructive surgery involving metal rods replacing her shattered jaw-bone and eye socket.
She heals. Recovers and promptly gets with another black crack addict because he's always able to cop. Plus he knows other “cool” crack addicts like Sky Saxon of mid-1960s band The Seeds and Arthur Lee of Love.
They wind up homeless, walking the streets pushing a shopping cart, collecting old metal and bottles and aluminum cans they sell to a recycling outfit for crack money. She admits in the book here that she really enjoyed herself, being homeless, just drifting from day to day, living to cop and copping to cope.
She winds up diagnosed with cancer after cleaning up and living with Pamela, tending Pamela's mother. She puts on a brave face throughout her recitations of her up and down and down and out life. She seems to have always craved the spotlight of the stars - and other "proper"celebrities.
I loved this.
It's funny, entertaining, gossipy and a clear view of what it must have been like to have been near those big time, big shots of 1960s-70s music.
It's emotional going near the end and Pamela Des Barres supplies a heartfelt, loving, and heartbreaking postscript to Miss Mercy's tales.
Recommended, ya buncha rock’n’roll weepers!