Keith and Pamela
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Was a member of all-girl rock band The GTOs (Girls Together Outrageously) who were produced by Frank Zappa.
Met Keith on the set of the film 200 Motels.
Pamela Miller: - I was playing a ga-ga groupie-girl news hen and Mr. Moon was hired to conjure up a maniac nun which he pulled off quite nicely. His excessive amounts of savage energy and scathing wit frightened me at first, but after observing him from a safe distance, I soon realised that his court-jester desire to be loved kept impish-faced Mr. Moon pretty much harmless (to everyone but himself and hotel rooms!). Keith was always on the lookout for mischief, and his huge, wide-open, cocoa-brown eyes never missed an opportunity to shred an otherwise sane or boring moment.
Pamela Miller: - Though he was cleared of all charges, after the death on Neil Boland, Keith had even more trouble sleeping. In Loas Angeles with me one long, tortuous night, he woke up a dozen times, screaming that he was a murderer and didn't deserve to live. Each time he would douse his grief with copious capsules and gnash his way back to temporary oblivion.
Pamela Miller: - We were staying at the Century Plaza Hotel because the notorious Mr. Moon had been expelled from almost all of the L.A. hotels, and he had come up with yet another way to keep himself amused (he always felt an obligation to keep everybody entertained). As I stood watching from the balcony, Keith appeared down below, pouring a giant box of powdered soap into the hotel fountain. He soon joined me on the balcony, and together we watched the chaotic froth wreak havoc as great clumps of suds foamed down the street.
Pamela Miller: - He was a man of innumerable accents and personalities that he would switch at will whenever evil boredom struck. Even during sexcapades he would turn from a fumbling virgin boy to a dastardly rapist within the space of a few moments. He dressed in the finest costumes and disguises money could purchase, drank deeply from hundred-year-old bottles of cognac, and was never satisfied.
Married Michael Des Barres and had a son with him, Nicholas.
Has written three books, "I'm With The Band - Confessions Of A Groupie" which includes her time on the late 60s and early 70s Californian music scene, "Take Another Little Piece Of My Heart - A Groupie grows Up" a humurous account of her marriage, child rearing, divorce and career mishaps which reads like a novel, and "Rock Bottom - Dark Moments in Music Babylon" which contains tender and humerous mini biographies of great devilish musicians. She now works as a music journalist and has a weekly column with E-online, and also teaches creative-writing classes in Los Angeles.
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