Lita Ford went to a party on Halloween night, and … well, you know the rest. The former Runaway and a current bitch (no, really, her new live album is called The Bitch Is Back) is still going strong and dressing like this. Which is to say, she’s still kicking (and baring) a lot of ass. In the middle of a press junket for the new album, we asked if she had any scary stories. It turns out, she does. Spooky scary. And we’re not just talking about seeing Ace Frehley up close without makeup! We’re talking a pig collection, wearing pig masks, séances, and one of her big-lipped friends dressing up as Steven Tyler for Halloween. Read on … if you dare. [VINCENT PRICE LAUGH]
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On Scary Monsters: “One Halloween my father had crept out the back door without me noticing, and I was giving out candy to kids at the front door. The doorbell rings, and I open the door, and this hand comes out to collect the candy, and I thought, ‘I know that hand… That’s my father’s hand!’ I thought it was a kid. He was on his knees, wearing one of my mother’s wigs — and she doesn’t wear wigs, so I don’t know why she had it! — and he had on an afghan blanket. So there was this little guy with black fluffy hair with this great big hand. He totally had me going.”
On Being Dressed for Excess: “As a kid, the closest thing to a princess I ever came was a nurse. You know, bloody, mangled, the Alice Cooper kind of nurse! No way was I ever a princess or angel! I never dressed as KISS either. As a matter of fact, one Halloween, my friend Tony — she has black curly hair and these great big lips — she went out as Steven Tyler, she really looks like him. And I went out as Lita Ford, in my stage costume! She borrowed some clothes from me to dress like Steven. It was pretty funny. If I have a gig on Halloween, I do dress up. I like to collect pigs. I have them all over the house. So last year I wore a pig mask on stage. No, you can’t sing through it. It had a hole in it. And yeah, I eat bacon.”
On the Dark Side: “I do believe in the supernatural. I toured with Blackmore’s Rainbow. Richie [Blackmore] was very into séances and if his hotel room equaled 13, he wouldn’t stay in that room. He would always have his back to the wall. He would say weird things, like, ‘Lita, I want you to write this down, don’t tell me what it is, then tear it up in little pieces and throw it into the fire.’ We’d be in a hotel lobby with a fireplace, like the Swiss Cottage Holiday Inn in London. So I’d do that, and then he’d tell me exactly what I just wrote. It would be a paragraph, not a sentence. A paragraph! He would do this to me on various occasions. The very first time I ever met him, I went to his house, up the Kings’s Road in West Hollywood, and you’d have to park way down at the bottom of the street and go up this big long winding wooden staircase onto his property before you even see his house. When you turn around and look back, you can’t see the road. I get to his house, and he says, ‘That’s a very interesting photograph.’ I said, ‘What photograph?” He said, ‘The photo on the dashboard of your car.’ You can’t see the car, let alone that! The photo was inside an envelope, so even if you looked though the window, you still couldn’t see that it was a photo and what it was of. Yet he said, ‘That photograph of you is very interesting.’ I did ask, ‘How did you see that?’ But he just shook it off and walked away. On tour, he would save séances for the old castles when we toured through Europe, the castles in Scotland and Ireland. He’d stay there and have his séances. I was praying ‘Please invite me!’ but I never was invited.
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on October 31, 2013