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Anne and Nancy Wilson of Heart In December, Nancy and Anne Wilson of "Heart" performed at the opera house in Washington, D.C. in ceremonies to present artistry award to the band "Led Zeppelin." They coveerd "Stairway to Heaven," and their performance brought tears to the eyes of Led Zeppelin's Robert Plant. Forwarding me a copy of their show, David told me,
"Did I ever tell you that Ann Wilson used to be a regular customer at my
nightclub back in the late 1980’s before we [she and I] met each other? She used to come in
virtually every Monday night when she was in town when we had an open mike
night. She would bring a bunch of friends with her and ring up the largest Visa
bills I ever processed. I used to make certain the card was good every time as
I had no fucking idea who in the Hell she was, but she was still fairly young –
a little porky already, but acceptable – and I always wondered where her money
came from. This went on for about 2-3 years without me ever wising up, and then
one day a waiter who was working for me came over with a copy of Rolling Stone
Magazine in which she and Nancy were interviewed. One of the questions asked
them both was what was their favorite music venue in the world; Ann answered it
was some Bistro in Paris where they evidently had a great French fag décor or
something. Nancy, however, said something to the effect that her favorite place
to come was in Seattle in the U-District at a music club called the University
Bistro where they had a great open mike night and everybody treated her just
like an ordinary customer! I never said anything to her about it, but pretty
soon a bunch of people were coming in to see her and started hassling her to
perform – which she never did – and eventually she stopped coming in. I tried
to keep people away from her table without making a scene or big deal about it,
but fans are an incredible pain in the ass.
After all this time, I am kind of glad I never knew who the Hell she was so
I never made her uncomfortable, at least with me. The staff were pretty
oblivious of who she was also, but probably because they were high on dope
and/or cocaine!"
I told Dave that my encounter with her was much more tangential. Purportedly she lived in a house about a block downhill from my Seattle place in the Green Lake neighborhood. She drove a sports car that was the nicest on the street. But less intriguing, one of her guests, or security help I'm not sure, was a man named Robert Kirkbride. He had been a Seattle cop, and I was the lawyer assigned to prosecuting the termination of his employment through a civil service hearing. He had a lot going for him as a cop--he was gregarious and he was tough enough to walk a bea,twhich the Chief appreciated. However, he and his partner got caught pocketing drugs they were taking off people they searched before admitting them to rock concerts at the Seattle center; and they spent too much time (including duty time) socializing, drinking beer and allegedly doing coke, with a petty-ante drug dealer named Randy Taylor. Taylor was on probation from federal credit card fraud charges. When he got busted, he started naming the names of every cop he knew. Taylor was a chameleon. When he was arrested, he was scraggly-looking. When the City brought him back from Lompoc prison to testify, he was dressed like a Rhinestone cowboy. He had latched on to the lieutenant in Internal Investigations, Mike German, as his best friend forever. German held his nose and went along with it until Taylor had delivered his testimony. But all that is another story.
When I checked with Dave to make sure he had no objection to my repeating his story, he added this:
"I might add that [the late] Kurt Cobain from Nirvana was a regular in the Bistro; came in a
lot for lunch. He asked me for a date when his band could play there on
numerous occasions, but I always turned him down as the grunge sound didn’t work
in the room due to the stage being located in the center and the bank was facing
a wall less than 10 feet away. I tried several grunge bands and it just was too
loud; got noise complaints every time so I wouldn’t book them. If I had it to
do over, I would have moved the stage to the far end of the room and let them
play every damn time they wanted to. One other problem they had in those early
days was that most of their fans were under 21 ... and I think most were under
12! At least initially.
The first time I met him, he came in with [wife and rocker] Courtney Love. He was over 21
and I thought she was younger with fake ID, but it turned out she was three
years older! They were always nice and polite, but when they had lunch –
usually just a salad – they accompanied it with martini’s; the first time I met
him, he drank 4 double martini’s in less than an hour and then walked out,
steady as a rock. No effect whatsoever. Guess what that means?
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Eli and Sophia
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Another Brush With Fame
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