http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zf0s3L8L7S0

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Well, the original post was removed.

drunk again . . .  :(

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Happy Happy Birthday !!!!!!

:-* Dandioen  :-*

Edith Grove wrote on May 19^th, 2009 at 4:57am:

Well, the original post was removed.

Yes,it should be pointed out that Ten Thosand idiots,or whatever his name is today,started yet another stupid thread and deleted the original post. For the one millionth time Motels. YOU CANNOT DELETE A THREAD. Only a post. :thatwassmart

amnesty for red hot poker!

Poker....I hardly even knew her.

Tumbled wrote on May 19^th, 2009 at 12:00pm:

:-* Dandioen  :-*

didion?
dandelion?

That's what it is called. the Dandioen Fan Thread.  If you aren't a fan then this thread is not for you!



Hey look who got born last sunday.  !  

http://www.zooborns.com/zooborns/2009/05/one-outstanding-olifant-in-antwerp.html#more

wow

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZDNIJLedEw

Her name is Flower (Dandeion)

great oldie tune.  love it.  here in new paltz the dandilions have pretty much done their thing.  they blossomed about 2 weeks ago, but grass grows and people moe grass and kill them.  i did sing this song and blew away a few whilst making a wish.

:wtf1

wrote on May 19^th, 2009 at 7:03pm:

great oldie tune.  love it.  here in new paltz the dandilions have pretty much done their thing.  they blossomed about 2 weeks ago, but grass grows and people moe grass and kill them.  i did sing this song and blew away a few whilst making a wish. :wtf1

its just wrong to kill the dandelions.  I can't mow the grass. there's too many beautiful flowers in the lawn.  

I hope red hot poker isn't too terribly hung over.  it was an okay thread.  drinking posting is hard on one's self conscience  red hot poker, dont' worry we  all been there!! its okay you can come out of hiding now

Dandelion - A review
From Publishers Weekly
Like Pamela Des Barres (I'm with the Band), James was a California It Girl and very young groupie of the early rock-and-rollers, and in this candid, workmanlike autobiography, she shares her accidental fame. James was the product of beautiful, well-connected Beverly Hills parents who divorced: the father became a transvestite, coming out to James when she was a young adult at Musso & Frank's in Hollywood, as depicted in a wild opening chapter; the mother, Diana, went through a succession of husbands and eventually relinquished caretaking of her daughter to the state. Having dated Bob Dylan by age 13, James ran away from the Visa Del Mar orphanage to New York and hung out at Andy Warhol's Factory. She met Denny Laine of the Moody Blues, who became an abusive husband and father of her child while she was still in her teens. She shopped on Kings Road in Chelsea and partied with members of the Beatles, the Who and the Rolling Stones, among others. When the marriage didn't work, she took her son back to California and romanced Jackson Browne. Somehow James makes do with a little help from her friends, finding modeling work, doubling for Diane Keaton and going back to school. Ever cheery, never self-pitying, her memoir is by turns insipid and sweet. (Oct.)
Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.

Review

"Abused child and lover of many a rock star puts her life down on paper.James first hit the music scene in the 1960s, when the Gods of Rock still blazed paths of wanton devastation across America before retiring to their well-appointed British castles for heroin and philosophy. She came from a Southern California kind of nowhere, raised by a speed-freak mother of uncommon brutality and a mostly absent, alcoholic father who later became the world’s ugliest transsexual (we learn this in a shocking flash-forward that opens the book). Sent to an orphanage at age 12, James managed to get out one weekend and make friends with 22-year-old Bob Dylan, who was playing a gig in Santa Monica. In 1964, still only 14 years old, she lit out for Greenwich Village. Being someone who makes things happen, she remade herself into a fabulous It girl, landing a screen test with Andy Warhol and partying with rock stars. Two years later, involved in a romance with the Moody Blues’ Denny Laine, she forged papers to get a passport and joined him in London, where she bore his child. More harrowing abuse, a whirlwind romance with Mick Jagger, infatuation with Jimmy Page and plenty of Performance-like decadence followed. Her later years were calmer, as she concentrated on raising son Damian Christian and finding odd employment as a model, a movie scenery painter and a stand-in for Diane Keaton, but she still found time to fall hard for Jackson Browne. James is no prose stylist, but she cuts to the quick with an admirable economy, treating the mundane passages of her life with the same sanguinity as the ones littered with the rich and famous. There’s plenty of pain here, but little wallowing.The rare celebrity-crammed memoir that would be worth reading even without the bold-faced names."--Kirkus Reviews

"Cameos certainly hold the reader's attention, but so do the author's resourcefulness and strength of character...straightforward, conversational read."---Library Journal

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Whatever is this thread about? Polls lately have gotten REALLY stupid around here, due to the usual suspects.

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