Sunday night at Bar Marmont we said adios amigo to punk's founding father, Joey Ramone. With many of his New York friends in the house, a tearful Coyote Shivers deejayed all Ramones, all night, pausing only for a midnight show by Marmont hostess Constance, who had known Joey since the '70s.
People swapped punk rock war stories and poured a little liquor out for their homie. Pleasant dreams, bro. . . . Since it was Easter Sunday, I put on a Playboy bunny T-shirt and took mi madre a-clubbing. It was all a setup. I told the scene's rock stars to come meet me mum and say nice things about me. Such saucy scene queens as Christina Carey, Lady Miss Ashleigh, Cat Rodriguez and Pauley Perrette showered her with girl-power love and she even got a chance to chit-chat with Andre Balazs, who permanently ended the spell-check misery I suffer each time I type his last name. "Think Zsa Zsa," he whispered. Oui oui!