But Jones says she only felt confident while high. She eventually fled to Paris, where she got sober on her own, married a French musician and had her daughter Charlotte Rose, now Becoming an addict and losing the hours of the day, to the one thought of taking the drug is something else entirely. And I think that only happens to people who are damaged. It's easy for me to move from cooking dinner over to the piano and writing a page, and I'm having a really good time doing it.
She's also happy that she managed to finish writing her life story, which she says was a long process. People Exclusive. Products in this story are independently selected and featured editorially. If you make a purchase using these links we may earn commission. FB Tweet More. It was a great, great reward for the magnitude of the journey I had taken to see him; to be a part of this world. There he was with his shock of eyebrows and his red, red hair. His blue eyes made bluer by the contrast with his white skin.
His poor taste in clothes too. The fairies were out and the people were singing. And Van Morrison was actually smiling! Shall I just sleep here in this field? I had reserved a roadside motel but it was so far away and I doubted I could find my way back to it even if I did have a ride. I just knew somehow it would work out. I thought. I hoped. I was standing in the green grass behind the stage, near the refreshment tent where Van was talking to some people.
I knew Van saw me. I stood there, well, looking like I was just standing there. Suddenly, he walked over and stood next to me. I was Maria [from West Side Story ]!
He brought two cups and I thought, How can I save this cup? For one brave moment I saw Maria and Tony; they had all made it onto that bus out of town, the one they borrowed money from Doc for. They were laughing. They were alive! We are driving right next to them! Suddenly everything was healed and even old sad endings unmade themselves and were remade for the better. Everything was possible because I was standing next to Van Morrison and he was looking into my eyes and talking to me. Wow, those eyes.
Look at those eyes. Blue eyes made of blue fire. I met Frank once. You have some eyebrows on you, too. Where is your hair? Can you be mine? Will you be my neighbor?
What are you anyway? Oh my mind was racing. Sal Bernardi and I went there hoping to meet you. Van thought for a moment.
That is a great record. Just like that, there was nothing left to say. He turned and walked away to talk to someone else. It was over. I did it! I found Van Morrison.
God bless them, they stayed with me. I knew I was telling a bigger story, an American story, a story of family, a Charles Dickens -like story. It was a lot of work bringing the book back to the family, my family. Q: You are unusually candid in your book, and you vividly share experiences and feelings in a completely unaffected, no-nonsense way.
Was that easy, difficult, cathartic, or all three? A: Yes, a combination of all of them. There have been some things in me that have healed, even as recently as in the months before the book came out. A: The writing is an evolution that has been life-changing for me. Every time I saw how bitter something in my book is, I tried to correct it.
It was a powerful process, and one in which I learned how to write literature instead of songs. I recognized myself a little better after I finished writing it, so it was easy, hard and cathartic. Q: The cover of your book features a black-and-white photo of you from the s. You are leaning against a convertible, wearing a white beret, a dark sleeveless top, and a knee-length skirt, with a brown paper bag in your left hand and a cigarette in your right hand.
What do you think of when you look at that photo? It captures the feeling of being kind of sexy, inviting and provocative. I think I was a good-looking girl, leaning on a car, a writer, telling a story about all these characters I know. Q: After doing a Rolling Stone photo shoot with Annie Liebovitz, she said that you were the sexiest person other than Mick Jagger that she had ever photographed. In your book you wrote that you were, in fact, sexier than Mick. How would you amend that statement now?
Or would you? A: How old was I when I said that? I would have been And, sometimes, we figure out how to conquer it. Sometimes, it conquers us. But you can sure expand on it and be less hurt. You can incorporate the happier notes of this song. It depends on what makes you happy. A: That would be hard if you did that, and you knew it, on purpose.
But it would be tragic to put your friends and family through that chaos just to write a song. We have an obligation to art. But our first obligation is, as human being, to the people around us. At this point, I keep that obligation so the art I create will be higher art. That may not have always been true of me. Maybe I made great art by being an a--hole.
Did you save the last 30 years for a second memoir, or did you want to keep your more recent life for yourself? A: Yeah. Both those things. The second or third part of my life, I have hopes of making a TV show about. And then, maybe, someone will help me write a theater piece or a movie, based on this book, because there are so many movies in there.
A: Success is good! Failure hurts me.
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