Any worries that the night would be an earnest snooze were assuaged when Chi-Chi Valenti climbed up on stage to raffle off an eighth of blow. Funny, indeed, but I spied Ad-Rock and his lady friend, former Bikini Kill singer Kathleen Hannah, rushing around with an entourage and went to work. I was curious to know what the old, dustsmoking, Brooklyn-born hellraiser thought of Bloomberg New York.The Beastie leaned forward thoughtfully, gestured languorously with his forearm and laid some props on the administration, Im not mad at Bloomberg, I like the way he whines, even when its happy time he whines.
I bumped into tall, bald Dominic, a movie stars son and long-time punk fixture. He was running around frantically with sticks. The dudes not a drummer, or even a musician. Hey, man have you seen Adam? I asked him if he meant Adam Green, who was the headliner.
Nah, Horowitz, I have something for him. We caught up with Ads roadie for a second and then went outside for a smoke. A guy with long, curly brown hair and Ray-Bans came strutting up the street.Whos that? Oh, its Mick Rock, real cool dude. I said he looked like Richard Hell. The court photog of glam wheeled around and joked in a thick London accent, I must look bloody awful then.
A bit later, as he was schooling me on the unholy trinity of Iggy, Lou and Bowie, Mick got distracted. Debbie Harry, in high pink pumps and a pink skirt, was standing next to us.Wow, shes still a goddess, he gushed slack-jawed while twirling his skinny tweed scarf.
Mick kissed her hand and she blushed. She told us about her beloved cat and dog dying adding in a sad whisper, Theyre all crapping out on me. After she was out of earshot, Mick mentioned their long friendship and gave a sigh, She probably thinks Im stark staring bonkers.
As Debbie crooned onstage, I hit up pouty lipped, Gina Gershondressed head to toe in blackas she was introducing herself to the glowering throwbacks of Bloody Social. She was quick to make a connection between the nights two themes for me. She pursed her plump lips and smiled, Rockers are all animals. Then nodding towards the scraggly, longhaired bassist, especially him.