Pamela Des Barres, celebrated “queen of the groupies,” chronicled her adventures with rock stars in her bestseller I’m with the Band. This book picks up where that one left off, with Pamela embarking on marriage and motherhood, all the while sharing quarters and making friends with stars: Don Johnson, Steve Jones, Sylvester Stallone, Bob Dylan, Dennis Hopper, Sandra Bernhard. But this is a survivor’s story—about the anguish of coping with loved ones’ addictions, about suffering divorce, about the joys and terrors of raising a gifted son. And Pamela comes through it all with her grace, charm, and generous sense of humor intact. Now updated to include the next sixteen years of Pamela’s adventures, this is a rollicking, piquant, and heartbreaking memoir. "Indisputably juicy." —Publishers Weekly "It reads like a novel . . . a chatty, entertaining account . . . funny and fearless. . . . Certainly now, as a late bloomer chronicling the collapse of a rock-and-roll life style as vigorously as she described its heyday, Pamela Des Barres is having the last laugh.” —Janet Maslin, The New York Times Book Review “Bursting with candor and bittersweet warmth.” — Rolling Stone "Rock's groupie supreme . . . offers new insights into the particulars of the sexual engine that drives rock, this time from the wiser perspective of a mature Miss Pamela. Ms. Des Barres's decision to tell her story is an act of liberation in today’s post-feminist terms. . . . There's still much to learn from Ms. Des Barres about the rock world's hidden history and its groundings in desire." — The New York Times "She charms me every time she refuses to regret. And she regrets nothing." —Los Angeles Times Dishy and readable—[Des Barres'] writing style is always chatty, witty, and conversational." —The Austin Chronicle blog Earache! Pamela Des Barres is the author of I'm with the Band and Let's Spend the Night Together . A spokesperson for her generation, she is an authority on classic rock and the freewheelin' rock 'n' roll lifestyle. She has written for the New York Times , Rolling Stone, Cosmopolitan, and many other magazines. Michael Des Barres is an actor, a musician, and the ex-husband of Pamela Des Barres. Take Another Little Piece of My Heart A GROUPIE GROWS UP By PAMELA DES BARRES CHICAGO REVIEW PRESS Copyright © 2008 Pamela Des Barres All right reserved. ISBN: 978-1-55652-800-2 Chapter One I I am the world's most famous groupie. Isn't that something? I keep going over the incidents that created this phenomenal fact, only to have a bunch of question marks floating over my head. It s true I wrote a book about my, life as a young girl when I hung out in raging New Hollywood-"freaking out" onstage with local bands, creaming my lace undies over the brand-new long-haired boys littering the streets. I also chronicled my relationships with a bunch of different guys, most of whom were musicians, but I never expected to be introduced on the Today show as "Queen of the Groupies." Wow. What a twisted and unique legacy. I never know whether to defend myself or take a bow. Should I have my own TV show or move to some remote island and gnaw on mangoes all day long? Did I live it up just to have to live it down? When I met the Byrds on the Sunset Strip and knocked on that backstage door, there was no word for what I was doing, but what was WRONG WITH IT? Who was I hurting? I had to find my place in and around the music I loved so much. Nothing-not even the panicky fear of foolish failure-was going to stop me. In the nineties there is a little more room in the industry for rock-crazed women, although there are still nowhere near enough A & R females, if you ask me. But back then there was NO room, and I needed to be near the inspiration. And guess what? I was a welcome visitor and probably an inspiration myself. As I wandered around backstage throughout those madmadmad years, all I really wanted was to locate Mr. Right. Mr. Forever. Someone I could devote myself to. And he had to play the devil's music. Actually, I'm really proud of my thrilling heritage. I've always considered myself to be a freewheeling feminist, a lover of men and a champion of chicks. In "Like a Rolling Stone" Bob Dylan prodded and provoked, "You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you," and my life-style was validated. Thanks, Bob. I have always been determined to get my own glorious, heartaching kicks. Despite the hard-core fact that we all make big, fat mistakes, all of us have moments in life when time stands still for a few illuminating, mesmerizing split seconds and we are brilliantly grateful to be in our bodies, on the planet, ALIVE right now!! The reason for being comes into focus, everything shimmers with clarity, and The Hills Are Alive With The Sound Of Music. Know what I mean? When I was Jimmy Page's doll-face of the moment, I got real chummy with the rest of the band, and one night