What kind of groupie-groupie would I be if I didn't pass on this interview I found over at Popeater.com this morning with Pamela Des Barres? Miss Pamela is the star of a new VH1 documentary based on her best-selling book, "Let's Spend the Night Together." Like in the book, the VH1 broadcast has her traveling around the country to interview rock music's most famous (and infamous) groupies).

Here is the interview from Popeater (or you can click the link above):

In the documentary, you talk about the night Jimmy Page left you for another groupie.
We were actually broken up at the time, and he was seeing another groupie. We'd taken back up again on the sly, and I thought that would be another night we would spend together. But it was an embarrassing moment because he told me to wait outside and left me standing alone as Led Zeppelin drove off in their limos. It hurt, but I forgive him.

Wow. Did any other musicians ever forget about you like that?
There was one time when Noel Redding [the bassist for the Jimi Hendrix Experience] left me sitting in a room by myself. But that was because he was so darn stoned. He didn't remember what was going on.

What's the craziest night you remember? 
That's a tough one because there are so many. Keith Moon always comes to mind because he was the wildest of them all. He drove a Rolls Royce into a Michigan hotel swimming pool. But one other night comes to mind. He had been kicked out of every hotel in Los Angeles, so he had to pretend to be a count to get checked into the Century City Hotel. He made me stand on the balcony, as he tip-toed over to this huge fountain with a box of Tide. He sneaked back to the room, and we watched the mania ensue. It was like an "I Love Lucy" episode times 1,000 with all the bubbles shooting up into the air and stopping traffic. He loved to wreak havoc everywhere he went.

In Keith Richards' new book, he dished about the small size of Mick Jagger's manhood. Care to comment?
It's simply not true. It's odd that Keith would even bring it up because it's not true. You can trust me on that.

What's it like going down in history as one of the world's most famous groupies? 
It's a mixed bag. A lot of people think it's wonderful, but there are some who will never understand ... People are just so uptight about sex. Groupies aren't ashamed of expressing their sexuality, but the word "groupie" has gotten a bad reputation over the years. A groupie is just a music-loving girl or guy. It's all about love. Groupies love the music, the people who make it and the energy that pours out of that amazing live experience. But to live that lifestyle took a lot of heart and a lot of guts.

Check out the special when it premieres tonight at 8:30 on VH1 

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Daily Inspirations: a hodgepodge of images I find exciting, enthralling, beautiful, captivating, funny, or smart. They probably won’t make sense altogether, but our most exciting thoughts never do.

Love this photo of Jean Shrimpton and Dudley Moore, shot by David Bailey for the June 1965 issue of Vogue UK

Following up the previous Audrey post, how can you not love her as the daring darling Holly Golightly?

Vanessa Paradis with a guitar, a floppy felt hat, a lace dress, white over-the-knee socks, and maddeningly gorgeous makeup and hair. In the immortal words of Rachel Zoe, "I die."

I am such a Rose, it's not even funny.

Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks - my what a height difference! Imagine trying to get the two of them in the same shot!

You know when you see a photograph not of you, but it perfectly describes you during a certain time in your life? Yeah, this is me in the early nineties.

Why I envious this photograph: 1) I wish I could be that bendy, 2) I can't even play the piano right-side up, let alone upside down on the top of a piano, 3) I want to learn how to make my hair do that, 4) I do not have the body to pull off that outfit, 5) those are some may-jah shoes.

Club kids and Hindu gods, what's wrong with that? But seriously... there are arms everywhere (and not just coming from Vishnu).

I will forever be obsessed with the life of Marie Antoinette. That, coupled with my debilitating desire to live inside of a Sofia Coppola film, means that this film will own my life. Forever.

Betsey. She's my best friend. I adore her in so many ways. Betsey, can we just run away together and live in Betseyville forever?

The five Ames Sisters in 1929 in order: Dorothy, Alice, Marjorie, Mary Eloise, and Barbara. Marjorie looks a lot like Mariel Hemingway to me. And I'm kinda obsessed with Barbara's expression.

I don't know, but I love it.

Louise Brooks. Need I say more?

I absolutely adore this. I wish to be a train wreck with someone one day.

I don't know why this was such a revolutionary thought to me.

My forever, undying love of all things Alice. Again, like Sofia Coppola, I dream of living inside Lewis Carroll's world. Gasp! Imagine if instead of Tim Burton, Sofia Coppola had made a version of Alice in Wonderland. It would be so dreamy and unreal.

I love the idea of going to Coney Island. I've never gone before, but I would want it to be all vintage-y and hokey like in the 1940s. Since I know that's not the case today, I won't ever go because I don't want to spoil the dream.