A New Boy Band

The level of their talent was astonishing, considering they were not widely known yet. The two days I was with them shooting the photos that would become the back cover of Tom and The Heartbreakers first album was quite an adventure. They all had such distinct personalities. The fellow in the middle with the guitar did not ultimately join the group. At one point I whispered to Tom, “You’d better be good to be this cheeky.”

Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers. Rehearsing for their first album. Hollywood 1976. 

Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers. Rehearsing for their first album. Hollywood 1976. 

ceiling light at Aces!

Gram was the happiest at Aces I’d ever seen him. Aces was an after hours country bar in the City of Industry. The place didn’t get going until 2:00 AM. By the time it was Gram’s turn to get up on stage, he was sprung. 

If folks crowded the dance floor two-steppin’ with their ladies, you were home free. It was funny to see those rough and tumble guys sweet talking their girls while Gram crooned in the background.

“This old earthquake’s gonna leave me in the poorhouse…”

When you wandered out into the early morning light the merchants next door at  the swap meet were just beginning to unload their trucks, laying out stuff on their tables and blankets.

Gram loved all these people and along with prowling the place for old records, he loved to talk to folks. We both loved that - just as much as life at home in the real world, Hollywood - that is.

Don't think the Chateau Marmont was real -- they had this mad little guy as the receptionist - he was like Tony Perkins in "Psycho". Sometimes he'd answer the phone - sometimes he'd just let it ring.

The hotel was falling apart. It was like a high end boarding house with a story behind every door.

Gram and Tony Foutz lived there - Linda Lawrence and Julian Jones - Me and Denny Cordell - Sharon Tate and Roman Polanski - Donald Cammell , Graham Nash, lots of film makers and musicians in this wacky place with a gigantic billboard of the Marlboro man looming over it from it’s perch high atop the Sunset Strip.

Aces ... ground zero country - if you can't sing - then “git” off the stage!

The painful drive back to LA - the brightly lit sweltering freeway choking with smog.. 

Trying to reach someone at the Chateau - well if that little dick at the reception desk wasn't going to answer - you'd have to use the stairs ( cause the elevator was always busy) and go and bang on somebody's door or drive over there and wreck your car
trying to park in the garage. I wish I could remember that guy’s name - you'd bang on that bell and that smug little guy would be sitting right inside - watching TV.

Finally on the 30th ring .. "Shat- toe - mar---mont......!" If you weren't nice he wouldn't pick up the phone for another two days.

- Andee 

Marianne Faithfull Mulholland Drive, Fall of 1969

I wanted to capture her inimitable style, which has been immortalized in countless books, magazines, films, and through the photographic medium. 

She represented something that was beyond her own personal story.

To me, she was never someone’s girlfriend or a pop star— she was like a never-ending story that one could visit— then revisit time and again— and find a whole new meaning.

- Andee 

The story behind the cover photos of "Hot Rats"

Christine Frka, pictured in this photo, was quiet and playful.

I wanted a mix of comedy and balls. I wanted to say something about the emergence of female power. Christine was a Tim Burton character mixed with a silent film star. The photos from the shoot that day were so good. The combo of me and Christine really worked.

When next I saw Frank Zappa, he immediately wanted to license the photo for an album he was doing called "Hot Rats," which I agreed to. Little did l know it would enter the iconography as it did.

A print will be released in conjunction with "Andee Eye," and will be in the book as well.

SGT. PEPPER'S

One of the perks of living in Rome with my fiancé James Fox was that author and raconteur Gore Vidal lived nearby in a third story penthouse.  We often visited him for Sunday brunches, which Gore and his mate of decades, Howard Austen, were famous for.  There were always amusing and insightful guests.

One Sunday, we visited Gore with an early pressing of Sgt. Pepper in tow.

After lunch I asked to be excused to put on the album.  Gore's penthouse had a rooftop terrace with an amazing view of Rome and the Vatican. The music spilled out onto the terrace.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing as the first strains began. It was clear to me this was a concept album and it was mind-blowingly good.  I imagined the heads of Cardinals and Bishops perking up as "With a Little Help From My Friends" wafted over the rooftops and into Vatican City.

I danced until I was out of breath and ran into the dining room.  Everyone at the table turned toward me.  Gore slammed his hand on the table. 

"That's it!" he declared. “They've blown it now. I predict this album will be the end of The Beatles.”

I glanced over at James who shot me a look like... "Do you really want to get into it with Gore for the next hour and debate him?"  The whole table was waiting for some sort of show down… but I wasn't going there.

What came to my mind so clearly was— I do not have to defend The Beatles. Not on this day, nor on any other.

 

- Andee