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Library Of Congress Cataloging-In-Publication Data

Thompson, Dave, 1960 Jan. 3—

Dancing barefoot : the Patti Smith story / Dave Thompson.

    p. cm.

Includes bibliographical references and index.

ISBN 978-1-56976-325-4

1. Smith, Patti. 2. Rock musicians—United States—Biography. I. Title.

ML420.S672T46 2011

782.42166092—dc23

[B]

2011018859

Interior design: Jonathan Hahn

Portions of this book appeared previously in
Goldmine
magazine and the author’s memoir
London’s Burning: True Adventures on the Front Lines of Punk,
1976–1977.

© 2011 by Dave Thompson

All rights reserved

Published by Chicago Review Press, Incorporated

814 North Franklin Street

Chicago, Illinois 60610

ISBN 978-1-56976-325-4

Printed in the United States of America

5 4 3 2 1

For Cherry, who not only showed me what could be done but also gave me the resolve to do it.

You want me to dance more? I’m like eighty years old.
—Patti Smith, onstage in Oxford, England, October 2007

CONTENTS

Preface

1. The Sheep Lady from Algiers

2. Anna of the Harbor

3. Ballad of a Bad Boy

4. Death by Water

5. The Amazing Tale of Skunkdog

6. Picasso Laughing

7. Ha! Ha! Houdini

8. Neo Boy

9. Christ! The Colors of Your Energies

10. Babelfield

11. High on Rebellion

12. The Salvation of Rock

13. Burning Roses

14. Thread

15. Scream of the Butterfly

16. A Fire of Unknown Origin

17. Sandayu the Separate

18. Babelogue

Appendix: Patti Smith on Record

Bibliography

Index

PREFACE

I
N 1979, P
ATTI
Smith was on top of the world. Four albums and ten years into her career, she may not yet have been a household name, but she was at least named in all the households that mattered, and the previous year’s “Because the Night” (which she had cowritten with Bruce Springsteen) was already an FM immortal.

But no matter how well the world thought it knew her, she remained an enigma. Like Bob Dylan before her, she represented that precious moment when popular acclaim meshes with artistic precociousness until the two are utterly indivisible. Where, fans and critics alike would ponder, did the private Patti end and the public persona begin? Was there even a dividing line between the two? Or was her entire existence an ongoing art project whose true nature would only be revealed when it was complete?

That was the question I intended to ask her when, with the studious enthusiasm of a nineteen-year-old fanzine editor, I made my way into the sound check for what turned out to be the original Patti Smith Group’s final London performance, in the hope of scoring an interview with her.

Unfortunately, Patti wasn’t there.

I introduced myself to someone; it turned out to be her brother, Todd, who passed me on to somebody else; it was roadie Andi Ostrowe, and she allowed me to sit unobtrusively in a corner while she went to see if anyone could talk to me. A short while later, guitarist Lenny Kaye ambled over for an interview, which completely threw me, because he wasn’t Patti. Neither was pianist Richard Sohl, who also sat in on the conversation, but I was too polite, or shy, to ask if she was around. It was obvious to me that she wasn’t. The band sound-checked without her, and left the venue without her.

So did I, and although I wrote up my story and was pleased with the results, I don’t believe I ever published it. Instead, it became the first pages in a scrapbook of impressions and memories that I collected over the years, fragments of which appear here for the first time.

This book is not intended to be an analytical biography of Patti Smith. Neither is it a straightforward summation of her life. Rather, it is something in between, a biography that places events in the cultural context of the time, as opposed to the sometimes trendier option of viewing everything through the prism of hindsight.

I have no intention of denigrating or ignoring Patti Smith’s accomplishments over the past thirty years, for it is by those accomplishments that her continued influence and importance can best be measured. But as with so many other artists who served as forces for cultural change, Patti Smith’s greatest influence emanates from the years during which she was still shaping herself and her career. As a result, the book might well feel chronologically top heavy: it is largely the story of a performer growing up in the New York City of the early-to-mid 1970s, while a large part of the city was growing up around her.

Emphasis on the term “performer”—this is not a tell-all biography. I have steered clear of Patti’s private life: her friends away from her music, her lovers away from the spotlight, her family life. While the conscientious may read between a few of the lines and draw conclusions that do not always place Patti’s actions in the kindest light, there are few scandals unearthed here, and no secret peeps behind closed doors. Such things are of interest to the personal biographer, but my goal is to document a career, because it is the career that defines the artist, not the “Did she?” / “Would she?” / “Is she?” tattle that almost every public figure contends with at some point in his or her career. Plus, I believe that Patti’s audience have too much respect for her, as both a performer and a person, to care about such things.

Hence my decision to allow Patti’s own words to guide the book, as opposed those of a multitude of onlookers, hangers-on, and casual acquaintances. (Some quotes, from her and others, have been lightly edited for clarity.) I don’t especially care what scandal-hungry groupies or envious peers have to say about Patti, and I don’t believe you would, either. These people knew of Patti, but they did not know her, and there is a profound difference between the two.

Patti was—and is—both smart and fortunate. She lives her private life in private and has constantly surrounded herself with people who help ensure that it remains there. Nevertheless, I was guided by some remarkable people. I met Ivan Kral, guitarist with the original Patti Smith Group, in 1991, as he worked to help birth the infant Seattle music scene: he was a member of a band called Sky Cries Mary then and was preparing a solo album called
Native.
I interviewed him for the
Seattle Times,
alerting the city to the presence of the genius in its midst, and again for
Alternative Press.
Along with Kaye’s thoughts and Sohl’s interjections from our 1979 interview, Kral’s words helped shape what this book would become.

So did those of many other interviewees, encountered over a number of years for a variety of publications and purposes: Stiv Bators, John Cale, Jim Carroll, Leee Black Childers, Jayne County (formerly Wayne County), Mick Farren, Richard Hell, Iggy Pop, Wayne Kramer, Hilly Kristal, Richard Lloyd, Ray Manzarek, Hilly Michaels, Elliott Murphy, Bobby Neuwirth, Nico, Johnny and Joey Ramone, Lou Reed, Mick Ronson, Rob Tyner, Cherry Vanilla, Tom Verlaine, and Tony Zanetta.

Other friends and associates played their own part in this book: my editors Yuval Taylor and Devon Freeny, Amy Hanson, Jo-Ann Greene, Theresa K., Geoff Monmouth, Tobias Wilcox, Trevor and Oliver, and many more.

Yet when it came to writing this book, I discovered that the only words that could really tell Patti Smith’s stories were Patti’s own. The people around her at different times in her life convey context and meaning, of course. But only Patti knew what she was saying, thinking, reacting to, and causing to happen as her career unfolded, and it was the unfolding of that career that I was most intrigued by.

Sometimes she exaggerates; sometimes she deceives. Discussing some of her earliest musical memories, for example, she once shaved five years off her actual age in order to press home a particular point. I addressed these discrepancies when I came across them, but I also endeavored never to lose sight of the point that she was making, particularly since the biographical details as she related them were often immaterial to begin with.

Besides, Patti’s career is a biography in itself, one that begins with the most implausible outset, continues on through a series of unimaginable events, survives any number of insurmountable crashes, and remains as vibrant today as it was ever in the past. And only she knows how she accomplished that.

So while I thank everybody who spoke to me, including a number who did so off the record, I do not apologize for using their words so sparingly. This is Patti’s story, and I have chosen to tell it as Patti might have seen it, had she been on the outside looking in. Because this time, she
was
there.

1

THE SHEEP LADY FROM ALGIERS

S
HE WAS BORN
Patricia Lee Smith, Tricia to her friends and family, in Chicago on December 30, 1946. World War II had been over for eighteen months, and Christmas for five days, but the remnants of both were still visible everywhere. The very air, it seemed, crackled with optimism and hope, a tangible sense that after so many years of hardship—the Great Depression preceded World War II; the Great War preceded that—the United States was finally poised to embrace its long-postponed destiny. The American Dream was coming, and from the upper echelons of society to the lowest rung of the economic ladder, the mantra that suddenly anything was possible was coming true.

Grant and Beverly Smith, a skilled pattern- and model-maker and his homemaker wife, certainly believed in the dream. Born in Delaware County, Pennsylvania, on July 29, 1916, Grant H. Smith was thirty and newly discharged from the military when his daughter arrived; his wife, Beverly Williams, was twenty-six. The Irish American couple had married following the war’s end and moved to Illinois because they knew they’d find work there. They were not wealthy, by any stretch of the imagination; sometimes, it felt as though they were barely getting by. Their tiny house was already cramped before the arrival of Patti’s sister Linda in 1948.

One of Patti’s earliest memories is of sitting on a stoop in Chicago singing “Jesus Loves Me” while she waited for the organ grinder to come up the street with the pet monkey that made her laugh so hard. But when Beverly became pregnant again, with Patti’s brother, Todd, in late 1949, it was time to move on. Patti’s Grandpa Williams had a farm in Tennessee, so they lived there for a short while. Then they returned north, to a housing block on Newell Street in Philadelphia. The homes were originally constructed as a GI housing project, but in later years Patti would prefer a more figurative description: army barracks.

It was a grim environment, but Grant Smith continued to struggle to build a better life for his family. Patti rarely saw her father after he took a night job at the Honeywell corporation, making thermostats and regulators for the modern heating products that a lot of her neighbors and friends’ families couldn’t even afford. To bring extra money into the household, he would offer to do peoples’ tax returns for them.

Even at the age of six, Patti was no stranger to music. She grew up listening to her mother’s collection of June Christy and Chris Connor jazz records. Later in life, Patti’s biographers would describe her mother as a former jazz singer; in fact, she was simply a woman who loved jazz and would sing it around the house. She also sang opera, and Patti would join in. When her school presented a version of Verdi’s
Aïda,
Patti played a young Gypsy boy.

Maria Callas was another favorite, and Puccini as well. It didn’t matter that Patti couldn’t understand what was being sung. The emotion, alive within the voice of the singer, was enough, and Patti would laugh, cry, or rage as the opera’s stories unfolded, as if she were Italian born and bred.

“I dreamed when I was a kid about being an opera singer,” she told Terry Gross in an interview on NPR’s
Fresh
Air. “But I never thought about singing [professionally]. I think I sang in this school choir or something, but I didn’t really excel or have any real gift. But what I did have was, I’ve always, for some reason, been comfortable talking in front of people, or performing in front of people.”

Patti was indeed an adventurous child. “I don’t want to get too hung up on biochemical warfare,” she told a California audience in 1976. “When I was a kid I ate dirt.” Marshalling a bunch of neighborhood boys, she formed a gang called the Cool Cats, built their base out of empty refrigerator boxes, and laid down one law: no girls were allowed. Only sister Linda was ever admitted, in her capacity as the gang’s nurse, patching up the wounds that would arise whenever the Cool Cats went out to fight the kids down the block. Even Patti was not immune from this single regulation, which is why her fellow warriors all believed she was a boy.

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