Two of my male friends in the 70's & 80's were Mark Demagio and Gavin Wood. They were in a sense my pimp's. Gavin was a DJ at 3XY and Mark was the Rock writer for the gutter newspaper The Truth. Whenever a overseas band or artist came to town they would let me know so I could see if I wanted to meet them or fcuk them. This story is about The Police via Mark Demgio. Mark was also a rock star he was in the band Town Criers.
Mark rings me and says do you want to meet Willie Nelson. I say WTF "NO"! I wanna meet The Police they were both in town that weekend. Mark says, well I'm supposed to be interviewing them but I can't make it, do you want to go to the press conference. I think, okay this will be fun. Now I thought all press conferences were like the ones on the news, a big room with heaps of journos sitting in chairs firing questions at whoever. WRONG! He tells me it's at The Hilton, just go along and have fun.
So it's Friday night my BFF Chrissy (who is dead now) and I are out on the town. In those days like now you didn't get home from a night out till 8am next morning. So I tell her were going to The Hilton to see The Police. Chrissy was the most adorable girl you could ever meet, she had a cockney accent and would do whatever I told her to do. We were both dressed as band moles, both of us in black leather mini's.
We arrive at The Hilton go to the reception desk, and surprise my friend Glenn Robins (Kath & Kim fame) brother was the Manager their. He sees me coming and says "what are you doing here". I say "I'm here to interview The Police for Truth". He is surprised, but tells me to go to the 10th floor, Room whatever. Off we go. I knock on the door, and oh my god, Michelle from Mushroom opens the door, and just stares at me, and says "what are you doing here", I say, I'm standing in for Mark Demagio, she lets Chrissy and me in.
Now I realise i'm in deep shit. It's not a conference room, but a suite with a spiral staircase in the middle of it and Michael Gudinsky, Barry Bissell, Lee Simon and other legit people are their, and they all know me from the Rock scene not as a journo, so stair at me with daggers in their eyes and I can't escape, so I have to go through with this charade.
Michelle says "which one do you want to interview", (i'm dying inside) she says "do you want Sting", i freak out and say NO! so she says you can do Stuart the drummer. Fuck, I say to Chrissy who is eating everything in sight, get me a piece of paper and pen NOW! and stop bloody eating. I have to ask the drummer a question. What question am I gonna ask. She is hopeless and has no clue, either do I. Now don't forget their is about 20 people in this suite all looking as Chrissy and me with "WTF" looks on their faces. I ask Michelle can I use the phone. I call Mark and whisper, "I have to interview one of the Police, what quesion can I ask", he is pissing himself laughing and says "ask them if they fuck on tour" I hang up on him. Now i'm in panick mode, but can't let anyone know I'm dying inside. Chrissy gets me paper and pen, from where I have no idea. At least I look like I know what I'm doing. Still don't have a question.
Sting, Stuart, and Andy come down the spiral staircase. Sting is a clown and is throwing himself on the couch then throwing himself off the couch, he was hysterical. Andy comes straight up to me and askes me out, now Andy is short and has a big mole on his face, which I can't stop looking at. I say NO! i'm on a job here. Stuart sits on another couch, he is he quiet one. I think of a great question. Michelle introduces me to Stuart who looks at me in a perplexed way. I sit down, now all the legit journos are 1 foot away from us, standing behind the couch.
Stuart says "hi" and askes which paper I'm from, i say The Truth, and ask my question. I say "when can we expect another album from the band"? he starts to answer, and I can't contain myself, because I'm such an honest person, I have to tell him the truth. As he is answering I grab his arm and say, "look i'm not really from The Truth and i'm not a journo" he looked at me with this shocked look and said "What?" in a loud scream, everyone is now looking at us, he is disgusted, so I apologise and get up with as much dignity as I can muster and let the next journo take my place. Now I'm standing behind the couch while a journo is asking Stuart his question, I'm pretending to write something on my little bit of paper, Stuart is staring at me in disbelief. Fuck now I don't know how to get the fuck out of this embarassing situation. Michelle comes over and says "what is going on" I say "nothing, but I have to go and get the story to press". I grab Chrissy and we get the hell out of their.
It's 10am now, we go to reception and go to the bar at the Hilton, order a drink, and collapse laughing. But the story dosen't end their.
My long time boyfriend Pierre owned Jeanmakers at 501 Chapel Street. He makes made to mesasure Moleskins and recycled jeans for visiting Rock Gods/celebrities, and of course the general public. The Police are taken their by their management the next week to get some clothes. Pierre says to Stuart, "oh you met my lady" Stuart says "oh! I did where" Pierre says "she was the lady who interviewed you for The Truth", Stuart starts bursting out laughing and says "that was the funniest and most surprising thing that has ever happened to me on tour". I'm soo happy now, I thought he hated me, but he was in shock just like I was when I found out I had to actually interview one of them instead of being amongst hundreds of journos in a big room.
Mark rings me and says do you want to meet Willie Nelson. I say WTF "NO"! I wanna meet The Police they were both in town that weekend. Mark says, well I'm supposed to be interviewing them but I can't make it, do you want to go to the press conference. I think, okay this will be fun. Now I thought all press conferences were like the ones on the news, a big room with heaps of journos sitting in chairs firing questions at whoever. WRONG! He tells me it's at The Hilton, just go along and have fun.
So it's Friday night my BFF Chrissy (who is dead now) and I are out on the town. In those days like now you didn't get home from a night out till 8am next morning. So I tell her were going to The Hilton to see The Police. Chrissy was the most adorable girl you could ever meet, she had a cockney accent and would do whatever I told her to do. We were both dressed as band moles, both of us in black leather mini's.
We arrive at The Hilton go to the reception desk, and surprise my friend Glenn Robins (Kath & Kim fame) brother was the Manager their. He sees me coming and says "what are you doing here". I say "I'm here to interview The Police for Truth". He is surprised, but tells me to go to the 10th floor, Room whatever. Off we go. I knock on the door, and oh my god, Michelle from Mushroom opens the door, and just stares at me, and says "what are you doing here", I say, I'm standing in for Mark Demagio, she lets Chrissy and me in.
Now I realise i'm in deep shit. It's not a conference room, but a suite with a spiral staircase in the middle of it and Michael Gudinsky, Barry Bissell, Lee Simon and other legit people are their, and they all know me from the Rock scene not as a journo, so stair at me with daggers in their eyes and I can't escape, so I have to go through with this charade.
Michelle says "which one do you want to interview", (i'm dying inside) she says "do you want Sting", i freak out and say NO! so she says you can do Stuart the drummer. Fuck, I say to Chrissy who is eating everything in sight, get me a piece of paper and pen NOW! and stop bloody eating. I have to ask the drummer a question. What question am I gonna ask. She is hopeless and has no clue, either do I. Now don't forget their is about 20 people in this suite all looking as Chrissy and me with "WTF" looks on their faces. I ask Michelle can I use the phone. I call Mark and whisper, "I have to interview one of the Police, what quesion can I ask", he is pissing himself laughing and says "ask them if they fuck on tour" I hang up on him. Now i'm in panick mode, but can't let anyone know I'm dying inside. Chrissy gets me paper and pen, from where I have no idea. At least I look like I know what I'm doing. Still don't have a question.
Sting, Stuart, and Andy come down the spiral staircase. Sting is a clown and is throwing himself on the couch then throwing himself off the couch, he was hysterical. Andy comes straight up to me and askes me out, now Andy is short and has a big mole on his face, which I can't stop looking at. I say NO! i'm on a job here. Stuart sits on another couch, he is he quiet one. I think of a great question. Michelle introduces me to Stuart who looks at me in a perplexed way. I sit down, now all the legit journos are 1 foot away from us, standing behind the couch.
Stuart says "hi" and askes which paper I'm from, i say The Truth, and ask my question. I say "when can we expect another album from the band"? he starts to answer, and I can't contain myself, because I'm such an honest person, I have to tell him the truth. As he is answering I grab his arm and say, "look i'm not really from The Truth and i'm not a journo" he looked at me with this shocked look and said "What?" in a loud scream, everyone is now looking at us, he is disgusted, so I apologise and get up with as much dignity as I can muster and let the next journo take my place. Now I'm standing behind the couch while a journo is asking Stuart his question, I'm pretending to write something on my little bit of paper, Stuart is staring at me in disbelief. Fuck now I don't know how to get the fuck out of this embarassing situation. Michelle comes over and says "what is going on" I say "nothing, but I have to go and get the story to press". I grab Chrissy and we get the hell out of their.
It's 10am now, we go to reception and go to the bar at the Hilton, order a drink, and collapse laughing. But the story dosen't end their.
My long time boyfriend Pierre owned Jeanmakers at 501 Chapel Street. He makes made to mesasure Moleskins and recycled jeans for visiting Rock Gods/celebrities, and of course the general public. The Police are taken their by their management the next week to get some clothes. Pierre says to Stuart, "oh you met my lady" Stuart says "oh! I did where" Pierre says "she was the lady who interviewed you for The Truth", Stuart starts bursting out laughing and says "that was the funniest and most surprising thing that has ever happened to me on tour". I'm soo happy now, I thought he hated me, but he was in shock just like I was when I found out I had to actually interview one of them instead of being amongst hundreds of journos in a big room.
