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<!doctype html public "-//w3c//dtd html 4.0 transitional//en"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"> <meta name="Author" content="Tommy Mandel"> <meta name="GENERATOR" content="Mozilla/4.73C-CCK-MCD VerizonDSL (Macintosh; U; PPC) [Netscape]"> <title>mybookch2.html</title> </head> <body text="#000000" bgcolor="#FF99C2" link="#0000FF" vlink="#551A8B" alink="#0000FF"> <ul> <ul> <h3> <img SRC="Lisa%20F%20gradient" NOSAVE BORDER=0 height=20 width=600><br CLEAR=RIGHT> <b><font size=+2>Famous A**holes I Have Known</font></b>.<font size=+0>....chapter 2......©Tommy Mandel 1996 <hr WIDTH="80%"><br> Sophie, Part 1 <hr WIDTH="80%"><br CLEAR=RIGHT> </font><font size=+1> I got called to play on Sophie's first album by Rick Cherthoff, a quiet</font></h3> <font size=+1>Svengali from Philly who brought Cyndi Lauper "instant" fame (after years</font> <br><font size=+1>and years of dues paying on her own and with Blue Angel, her group.) He</font> <br><font size=+1>had this new artist, Sophie B. Hawkins, and was wondering if I would be</font> <br><font size=+1>available if they needed me, to do her 1st album. I guess I was out on the</font> <br><font size=+1>road , but when it was done (without me), they sent me a CD, and I</font> <br><font size=+1>wondered what this kinda homely girl was doin posing naked on her cover</font> <br><font size=+1>and wearing suits and shit. As murky as the album came out, and I knew</font> <br><font size=+1>that it was very deliberate murk, as Cherthoff; works and works and</font> <br><font size=+1>WORKs his projects, it had "Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover", which at the</font> <br><font size=+1>time sounded like refried Laura Nyro to me, but which I have since grown</font> <br><font size=+1>to really dig. So that was that.</font> <br><font size=+1> Anyway, I guess I was destined to serve Sophie B. Hawkins; my seven</font> <br><font size=+1>years of training as Accompanist to Ingenues at Sarah Lawrence College</font> <br><font size=+1>musta been another part of the same karma. So now her 2nd CD is out, new</font> <br><font size=+1>management, and a radio hit. Her 5 man band, which has been lopped down</font> <br><font size=+1>to just acoustic guitar and piano, are leaving and there are bookings. So I</font> <br><font size=+1>came in to SIR; rehearsal studios (used to work there, after McDonald's,</font> <br><font size=+1>before National Lampoon Road Shows)...high on sweet coffee. and I charmed</font> <br><font size=+1>and was charmed. Me n Adam Falcon, this really cool freeSpirit who plays</font> <br><font size=+1>acoustic with Roberta Flack, etc, became her new band. She had really</font> <br><font size=+1>skinny feet, and a scent of Prep to her, but was much prettier in person</font> <br><font size=+1>than I had expected, after that 1st CD cover way back when. And she loved</font> <br><font size=+1>my playing. And THAT's sexy.</font> <br><font size=+1> Adam and I had to drive up to Hartford to see her open for Michael</font> <br><font size=+1>Bolton, whom, remind me to tell you the story about, so that we could dig</font> <br><font size=+1>where the live act was coming from. <i>Man</i>. All I remember is her crawling</font> <br><font size=+1>around the stage alot like Jim Morrison, but after the show, on the way out</font> <br><font size=+1>of her dressing room, I found myself in one of those crazy spaces created</font> <br><font size=+1>by an accident of modern arena architecture, absolutely alone with her and</font> <br><font size=+1>invisible to the world. I felt this wave of sexual potential flow over me,</font> <br><font size=+1>(no doubt emanating from her cellular yoni,) and put my arms around her to</font> <br><font size=+1>kiss her angelic childlike beauty. As she moved towards me, doll that she</font> <br><font size=+1>is, I baled and kissed her on the cheek. "I haven�t soul kissed another</font> <br><font size=+1>woman since I've been married," (11 years and counting(the days)), I hemmed, and</font> <br><font size=+1>that's one of the things I'll always regret in a wistful sort of way.</font> <br><font size=+1> When we actually did the gigs, things were considerably less romantic.</font> <br><font size=+1>But for now, let's leave Sophie B. in a warm glow of what could have been. </font> <hr WIDTH="80%"> <br> <a href="http://www.users.interport.net/~tmandel">back home</a> <br> <a href="http://www.users.interport.net/~tmandel/mybookch1.html">chapter 1. High School Rockin'</a><a href="http://www.users.interport.net/~tmandel/famous.html/mybookch1.html">.</a> <li> <a href="mybookch3.html">chapter 3. BonJovi</a></li> <br> <a href="http://www.users.interport.net/~tmandel/famous.html/table.html">table of contents</a></ul> </ul> </body> </html>