Far enough back that my hard-on actually pointed up when I was standing, I formed a partnership with a music studio owner who was interested in me, my songs, and my free band. He’d had a big hit (“We Ain’t Got Nothin’ Yet by the BLUES MAGOOS) and so I bought into the program in exchange for which I got a royalty – and he controlled my life. But that’s not today’s story.
One day, he called me to say there was a local 42nd Street type girl who had a song and a budget – and he wanted to record her with my band. She was a stripper and whatever else and had some money burning a hole in her pocket. He thought we should help her spend it.
And so, I reported to his studio to meet a red-haired DD chested wacko who brought along her guitar and performed the song she wanted to put on tape: “I’m a Pussy, Too.” It was an incredibly stupid composition to be sure. But I played the role and soon enough she’d hijacked me to a hooker bar some place in Times Square to buy me a drink, whereupon I busted what was no doubt a clumsy move and turned her off completely – never to see the girl again. I couldn’t have cared less. She became the butt of many jokes thereafter at Art’s studio.
Fast forward 30 years and bada bing bada boom, I see her on Manhattan Cable TV as The Naked Cowgirl – complete with the hat, atrocious make up, a foghorn voice, and her large and low-slung chest in full evidence. Gasp! I know that girl. Yikes!
Move all the way to yesterday when I had the chance to watch “THE FLORIDA PROJECT,” a movie I was interested in viewing after I’d discovered that my old cab fare WILLEM DAFOE, had been nominated for an Oscar thanks to his outstanding performance in the movie.
With a friend’s password to VUDU, I logged on and to my utter surprise (and happiness), saw SANDY KANE (the I’m a Pussy, Too girl) with a speaking part of an old lady sunning herself topless by the pool at the welfare motel where the movie takes place.
Literally forty years had passed and the memory of our meeting was still vivid. The casting was perfect. All Sandy had to do was be herself in the movie. Piece of cake. Play a foghorn-voice and barrel-chested trailer chick? She was born for the part. Her 15 minutes of fame had finally arrived. Call her an overnight sensation if you want. But I know better.
Having had one on one conversations with not one but two of the cast in the film made it that much more intimate. And knowing too many women who lived their lives like the protagonist (single mother/profligate whore) made it that much more familiar.
I wonder how much Sandy got paid for her work. A few grand I’d imagine if she’s lucky. It was not a high-budget film. But at least she has something for her resume, and a moment to brag on which if I recall her personality, will be something she’ll be doing a lot of. Thumbs up for Sandy. Who says you can’t take a trailery personality coupled with a huge pair of tits and make some hay? Not me, that’s for sure.