Please indulge my Norma Desmond-like obsession with the past just one more time — today — and watch this YouTube classic, filmed at the notorious Limelight club by Nelson Sullivan sometime in the carefree ’80s.
It has me in a glorious gown and stunning red braid, doing an impression of Ann-Margret as if re-conceived by Andy Warhol, Timothy Leary, and Diana Vreeland in a very dark alley.
The way I keep relentlessly spewing witticisms while blithely declaring what’s “in” and “out” is absolutely madcap.
And my frantic spinning around and posing in a whirlwind of glamour is even more astounding, especially since I wasn’t the least bit on drugs, and several witnesses will vouch for that.
But I should have taken pills and offed myself later that night. I will never top this.
And I was so fucking thin!
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