I was twenty-four, waitressing and cleaning houses to keep us afloat while he chased a sound nobody else believed in yet. We had nothing. No money, no record deal, no safety net. Just each other…
She has been called rock and roll’s high priestess, the woman in black chiffon who turned heartbreak into anthems the whole world sang along to. But behind every song was a real man, a real wound, a real night she still remembers in perfect, aching detail. Now, at seventy-six, she has finally said the words … Read more