She was with David Bowie the day he debuted his Ziggy Stardust persona. She helped Elvis Costello get his record deal. She once sat in Lady Gaga’s childhood kitchen while the pop icon made her homemade marinara sauce (in a Chanel dress and Daphne Guinness wig, of course).
Music journalist Lisa Robinson has truly seen it all, and her new memoir, There Goes Gravity, lets us play fly-on-the-wall to more than 40 years of rock history.
Told in a series of vignettes, There Goes Gravity begins with Robinson’s days covering Led Zeppelin and the Rolling Stones for the seminal music magazine Creem (“On show days, the Stones were awakened between one and three p.m.”) and ends with her interviews of Gaga and Eminem for Vanity Fair and The New York Post. (Eminem: “Polite, soft spoken, lucid, direct.”)
There are also terrific sections about a young Michael Jackson, an insecure Bono and a very, very bitchy Madonna.
Robinson resists the fawning or florid language typical of music criticism, and her woman-in-a-boys’-club status is both integral to her story and irrelevant to her talents. (She didn’t sleep with anyone, in case you were wondering.)
If you care one whit about music and musicians, Gravity is a must-read.