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There Goes Gravity

As a music obsessed teen-ager growing up in the 70s (also known as the golden age of rock and roll), Lisa Robinson was my idol.

Writing for Creem (I used to read it under my school desk). Hanging out with John Lennon, Jimmy Page, David Bowie and Patti Smith. Lending Mick Jagger a pair of her panties when his pants were too sheer. Freddie Mercury onstage wearing her perfume, Jungle Gardenia. CBGB’s with Blondie and the Ramones.

Now I can experience her rock n’ roll life through her memoir There Goes Gravity: A Life in Rock and Roll.

Raised on the Upper West Side, Robinson was 12 when she began sneaking off to jazz clubs. Her career as a rock journalist started in 1969.   40 years later, she’s still around to tell the tale. And what a tale it is.   Countless stories for Vanity Fair, New Music Express and The New York Post have been turned into a a 347-page book packed with epic, twilight of the gods rock tales.

As a syndicated columnist for The New York Post, Robinson (she still writes about music for Vanity Fair) played as much a part in making music history as she did in reporting it.

Take a trip down memory lane and read this Vanity Fair excerpt from her memoir here.

 

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