Sassy true confessions of a groupie who lived her life to the hilt in Los Angeles during the ’60s music scene and lived to tell the tale.
For better or worse, first-time author Parmer’s antics haven’t yet become the stuff of legend, like those of Pamela Des Barres–whose free-wheelin’ I’m With the Band set the bar for explicit rock-chick autobiographies–or defined a career track, as with self-professed â€œrecovering groupie”/artist Cynthia Plaster Caster. But the author’s well on her way to joining that exhalted, exclusive club. In 1964, she’s a pretty, talented, smart and popular suburban Southern California teen. But all is not as it seems on the domestic front–her abusive, alcoholic mother is determined to thwart the girl’s every attempt to get ahead and away. But when the Beatles hit America, Parmer sees a way out. Soon enough she lets her hair down (literally), gets a guitar, hip clothes, new friends and is making the scene on the Strip and in Laurel Canyon. Eventually she loses her virginity to one of the Rolling Stones, hangs with the Turtles, Love, the Byrds, the Doors and a roster of other now-forgotten musicians, suffers medical emergencies and endures friends’ betrayals and the total estrangement of her chaotic family. Through it all she revels in her personal and sexual freedom, to a degree almost unthinkable to previous generations. Parmer is at her best when her naturally self-deprecating tone holds sway–there’s little of the braggadocio so often found in tell-alls. Rather than simply presenting a laundry list of her conquests and recounting in gruesome detail their individual kinks and quirks, the author tells her story without glamorizing or romanticizing it. And without a drop of remorse, self-pity or false humility. â€œThere will never again be a decade so remarkably transitional, terrifying and beautiful as the sixties,” she says, and it rings true.
Highly recommended for ex-hippies and collectors of celebrity sexual nuggets.