Monday, July 1, 2013
the last book I ever read (Richard Hell's I Dreamed I Was A Very Clean Tramp, excerpt twelve)
from Richard Hell's I Dreamed I Was A Very Clean Tramp:
My booking agent/manager, Singerman, was a really solid guy. He has old-fashioned ideas of loyalty and he also believed in my talent. He was not the classic intimidator type of music-business manager. He worked hard and he thought up angles, but he didn’t have the aggressive ruthlessness it takes to make it in that business. He was more like Woody Allen in Broadway Danny Rose, trying to get bookings for the lady with the costumed parrots. He handled a lot of the striving new underground groups, like the Fleshtones and Gun Club and the Bush Tetras. It was OK for me because I was more or less his top act. I confided to him my plans with Lizzy. I told him I wanted to take advantage of Michael’s offer and spend a few months in Paris, away from drugs, sealing my freedom from them and focusing on the writing of the book I had in mind (a version of Jake’s road-trip book). When Lizzy returned from Africa, we’d get married. Singerman agreed to bankroll the trip. He’d advance me all expenses for Paris.