Groupies Treated Like Rock Stars


I like a good rock star biography. Just read Roger Daltrey’s excellent book and have just ordered Simon Spence’s upcoming biography of Steve Marriott.

But what I won’t read are books by and about groupies and starfuckers. Musicians with talent and a story to tell are one thing, but slags who basically just fucked anyone who was in a band are also given book deals and star treatment is another.

Serial cocksucking starfuckers like Pamela Des Barres and Bebe Buell, who both sucked off and fucked everyone from Jimmy Page to Elvis Costello going on about how many rock star knobs (usually the same ones) they’ve gobbled and being treated like they are musical legends in their own right by media arselickers.

When that smacked up whore Anita Pallenberg snuffed it, there were those in the music press and on websites who were acting like she was actually one of the Rolling Stones herself and acting like she actually made a significant contribution to the band.

Only contribution she made to the Stones was crabs.

Nominated by: Norman

94 thoughts on “Groupies Treated Like Rock Stars

    • Now, now RTC. Have some old Roquefort and poached pears with an oldish (40+ years) bottle of “mouthwash”¹ as I am, prior to a spot of Z-drug sleep.

      Badly smashed up this eve – but tomorrow I shall be (highly) functional

      ¹ aka Tawny port

  1. And when Yoko Fucking Ono finally shuffles off, it will make the ‘tributes’ to Pallenberg look tame. Ono is already being revamped and being given ‘credit’ for her ‘contribution’ and her ‘effect’ on the Beatles and on Lennon himself. And when she pops off, the MSM and music press will act like a third Beatle is dead alongside Lennon and Harrison. Believe me, it’s going to be gruesome and will sum up what this cunting is all about.

    • Just thinking about Lennon again. And his antics with her.

      And the thought that I couldn’t really bare either of them.

      Then thinking (just now) of her name -‘Yoko’.

      And the song came back to me ‘Oh Yoko!’

      ‘I love to turn you on’.
      Singing along in my bedroom.

      Singing her name I would be -‘Oh Yoko!’

      Imagine was a great album. Not one bum song.

      The sequence of the songs so satisfying.

      ‘Oh My Love’ a great song.
      ‘Crippled inside’ I also loved.

      I loved that ‘skiffle’ kind of beat or sound he went back to.
      A less refind sound.

      Yes Imagine must have one of my favourite albums come to think.. I certainly played it all the time.

      I very much doubt that she had any influence on the music. But they are saying that her ‘spirit’ influenced him.

      I saw a programme putting forward the view that she did ‘influence’ him. I wasn’t wholly unconvinced.
      I know the Swedish? Bass player (forgot his name) certainly said that she had an influence. Cant remember what with now.

      Bullshit probably
      But perhaps not wholly.

      Supposedly in the ‘atmosphere’ she helped create.
      Dunno.

      • Lennon was a woke, champagne socialist.
        Rolls Royce, drugs, huge country mansion-all whilst singing about “no possessions” and “a brotherhood of man”.

        Bollocks!

        Yoko Ono-hated by the other Beatles, Hated then. Hated now.

    • Her contribution was to destroy the band. Lennon was easily led and she is totally ruthless.
      A horrible fucking piece of work.
      Hello, Norman.

      • Hello, Jack.

        Ono hated the Goldman book, but she never sued him. This was because many others including John’s first wife, Lennon’s eldest son, his relatives, his friends and the ex-Beatles (Paul and George anyway) and Apple employees would all tell the same story: that Fucking Ono was a piece of work and more or less back up what Goldman told the world. Lennon was close to his relatives till he met Ono. John’s family despised her and they say that she wanted John for herself. After he went to New York he hardly saw his relatives again. He didn’t even see Julian for a four years. As David Crosby pointed out ‘Anybody that John loved, she hated’. McCartney only keeps it cordial for business reasons. He hates her and I don’t blame him. And George hated her even more.

  2. It all sounds pretty glamorous!
    The musicians in those days spent hours on the road , had poor personal hygiene and their private areas were festooned with knob cheese and skid marks.
    The groupies in those days would have sported a full bush hence their pubes would have been matted with crusty discharge and stale menstrual blood. I remember snogging a girl at school in that era whilst tickling her bum crack. When I sniffed my fingers they fucking stank of shit.
    Thank fuck I married a lass with a nice fanny and a fresh pucker.

  3. In their heyday, Hawkwind had a resident trollop they actually made a band member. Stacia Blake she was called and she used to dance naked at their gigs, giant breasts swaying hypnotically.

  4. All these award ceremonies have been hijacked by the blm lbgt+ brigades.

    Not a look in for white talent now. So much for meritocracy

    I never watch any of them but cringe when the Beeb announces the winners (all black) and then repeats the political acceptance speeches as news.

    Any woke whiteys still present at these abysmal shows are mere handmaidens, apologetic, sycophantic, crawling, whipped slaves to the new order.

    We are way beyond equality now and out the other side to reverse discrimination.

    Let the feckers get on with it, no-one takes them seriously.

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