FRANKIE MILLER’S HIGH LIFE & TIMES

The last time I was in London Cass Elliott deep-sixed on a ham sandwich in a Mayfair hotel. Spring 1977, and Sylvia of the Three Degrees took one handful of downers too many and was rushed to the hospital from a hotel just down the road...where I was staying while doing a story on Frankie Miller. Superstitious? Nah. I was too busy trying to regain use of my typing fingers after discovering the liquor supply that came with my hotel room. This is what I found after I threw my tape recorder onto my bed; 2 small bottles of cognac, 5 bottles of scotch, 4 bottles of vermouth, 5 bottles of vodka, 2 bottles of Evian water, 2 bottles of Lowenbrau, 2 cans Watney ale, 2 bottles Moet et Chandon champagne, 3 splits Moet et Chandon, ginger ale, Orange juice, Pepsi, quinine water, bitter lemon and Laughing Cow cheese cubes.

The cheese cubes were a nice touch. Nat only was this hotel ready for a journalist, they were ready for...a Frankie Miller interview. But first I made my way to the New Victoria Theatre.