Impossible to even imagine that Debbie Harry, who has been my No. 1 for as long as I can remember, becomes an octogenarian today. How lucky are we?
Lisa Robinson recently caught up with the Blondie goddess for a wide-ranging interview with Vanity Fair, in which she discusses the new Blondie album (due this fall), a new documentary and a biopic about her and the band:
They’re in the works, but I don’t know how a life can be summarized or given a caption. I suppose there’ll be something that’s off the wall but will somehow work. I’m happy to be doing it -- it’s helping me to collect my thoughts. I ran into a wall: the tour ended, Clem died, and wow. What is this space I live in now? I’m curing -- I’m doing a cure. And part of that is de-cluttering up my space, which is crowded with that life. I need to get some breath, get some air in there. And I want to feel that little spark of creativity, surprise -- those things. There’s a little tingle of that, and I hope that will be there for me.
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I actually “met” Debbie Harry on the streets of New York City back in 1987. It was a rainy evening, I was new in town and was I heading to some bar. I notice a group of 3 guys & a gal heading toward me on the sidewalk. The guys were all holding umbrellas over the woman. Being the nice Minnesotan that I am, I stepped aside so they could walk by. As they got closer I realized the woman was Debbie Harry. Being a huge fan, I nearly passed out! I tried to pull myself together. I wanted some sort of interaction, but I didn’t want to make a fool of myself. I finally “squeaked”out, “Hey, Deb. How’s it goin’?”
ReplyDelete“Deb?” What the hell was I thinking.
Ms. Harry didn’t miss a beat. Her reply? “Hay, Pal. Shitty weather, huh?
I nixed going to a bar and ran all the way back to the Chelsea Hotel (where I was staying) to tell my friends who I just “met”!