There was a lot of misogyny on the road.
A lot.
And so, initially, when they were touring and she was supporting the band, she dressed all in black. In layers, hiding everything, never fixing her hair, except to tie it up. No makeup. She wanted to be taken out of the equation. She didn't belong to Him and she didn't want to be thought of as an option for the rest of them. She wanted them all to forget she was a woman.
Most of the time it worked. Weeded out the guys who were looking for a one night relationship. Any conversations she had were about what she knew. The only thing she would blow was their minds. (BLEW MY NOSE AND THEN SHE BLEW MY MIND-Rolling Stones)
The transformation when she started doing "The Act" onstage was amazing. Nobody recognized her. She pulled off the Marilyn Monroe act without a hitch. (Of course, coming at it from the angle that Marilyn herself was playing the role of a sex goddess, giving the men what they wanted. Much smarter than she let on. Until the drugs got out of control)
In the 60's, he used to have a button: "Orgy Organizer". It would've been funny if it wasn't actually true. Although he tried to deny it to the women he met now, he was the centerpoint of getting laid. His parties were legendary. Memories of hedonism used to overwhelm him, mixed in with drugs and alcohol.
But everyone wanted to relive it.
A Naked Party. No promises about what it would turn into. No drugs. No alcohol. Bring the 60's back.
The boys all thought it was a great idea.
She got some of the girls together. They had their own great ideas. Sure, the groupies wouldn't mind being naked. The only rule was that there could be no touching.
The idea of it drove all the guys crazy.
Usually, guys being naked in front of other guys was awkward. And invited bouts of insecurity. Especially when women were brought into the picture.
But they gathered in the motel room the girls gave them the key for. No touching-sure, whatever. Just a party. Public, honest, open.
The girls never showed up.
The guys ended up watching reruns of ball games and falling asleep.
No such thing as control when it comes to women. Rock & Roll boys humiliated again.
From
Jack Straw by The Grateful Dead
A lot.
And so, initially, when they were touring and she was supporting the band, she dressed all in black. In layers, hiding everything, never fixing her hair, except to tie it up. No makeup. She wanted to be taken out of the equation. She didn't belong to Him and she didn't want to be thought of as an option for the rest of them. She wanted them all to forget she was a woman.
Most of the time it worked. Weeded out the guys who were looking for a one night relationship. Any conversations she had were about what she knew. The only thing she would blow was their minds. (BLEW MY NOSE AND THEN SHE BLEW MY MIND-Rolling Stones)
The transformation when she started doing "The Act" onstage was amazing. Nobody recognized her. She pulled off the Marilyn Monroe act without a hitch. (Of course, coming at it from the angle that Marilyn herself was playing the role of a sex goddess, giving the men what they wanted. Much smarter than she let on. Until the drugs got out of control)
In the 60's, he used to have a button: "Orgy Organizer". It would've been funny if it wasn't actually true. Although he tried to deny it to the women he met now, he was the centerpoint of getting laid. His parties were legendary. Memories of hedonism used to overwhelm him, mixed in with drugs and alcohol.
But everyone wanted to relive it.
A Naked Party. No promises about what it would turn into. No drugs. No alcohol. Bring the 60's back.
The boys all thought it was a great idea.
She got some of the girls together. They had their own great ideas. Sure, the groupies wouldn't mind being naked. The only rule was that there could be no touching.
The idea of it drove all the guys crazy.
Usually, guys being naked in front of other guys was awkward. And invited bouts of insecurity. Especially when women were brought into the picture.
But they gathered in the motel room the girls gave them the key for. No touching-sure, whatever. Just a party. Public, honest, open.
The girls never showed up.
The guys ended up watching reruns of ball games and falling asleep.
No such thing as control when it comes to women. Rock & Roll boys humiliated again.
From
Jack Straw by The Grateful Dead
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