Amazing room . Me and Bill Kelly at Mansion at O Street. Photo Laura Jane Hamilton
This is my room tonight! With H. Clintons poodle skirt on the far right.
Flying into NYC. It's been a year Ive missed you New York!
Gig! Museum At O Street in DC this Sunday 7pm. w Bill Kelly
On our way to the theater in SD Alex and I grab a quick bite at Juanitas Tacos
Happy birthday Art Fein..
Senior Prom Ramona High. I didn't have a boyfriend (in fact I didn't until well into my twenties), so I asked a guy from my girlfriend Nancy's, church. He was cute, out of school by a few years, but not yet in his Mormon mission phase. I knew he'd be safe and wouldn't expect anything of me, kissing and stuff, since he was a true believer of his faith. Nancy took me to some of the girl-only-classes at her church, after about 4 sessions and my relentless probing questions: why can't I go on a mission, why do we have to bake cookies on our weekend get togethers, why can't I be a famous rock musician, why do we have to grow up and take care of men...Well, I got kicked out. Which was fine. On my last church sing with the group I started howling like a wolf. I was in my John Lennon phase at the time. Everything I read or listened to was Lennon. I studied his humor and tried it on for size. And that wasn't so easy when you looked like a typical california blonde good girl. I WAS good. I just liked pushing the edge of the envelope and I didn't want someone to tell me what I should do or think. That's the best stuff I learned from John Lennon. And I think maybe my Mormon friend, Nancy, kinda liked having a friend do her rebelling for her. She discreetly snickered in sinful appreciation when I did the howling. PS My mom made the dress. Famous last words: I'll never sew with satin again