It's a strange experience when some friends ask you to pick up the
clothing of someone you cared about. Jo Jo Laine was in the U.K.
towards the end of her life, having dual citizenship she decided the
health care plan she had in the U.K. was important. A few years after
her passing "Uncle Ira" passed away, in his 90s. Ira was a well-known
Boston photographer who was the rock in their family, and he had a lot
of clothing and stuff. Had Ira been alive he would have phoned me to
get their belongings, but the immediate family called mutual friends of
ours. So a month or two ago I'm picking up the clothing of one of my
dearest friends. Her kids are like step-kids to me, they were 3, 12 and
13 when Jo Jo and I met, they are now in their 30s and 40s. So I moved
the stuff into storage until we figure out how to get the clothing that
they want from here to the U.K. The point is, after years of loss,
holding her coats in my hands was surreal. And the photographs and the
scrapbooks, it was like yesterday.
When Jo Jo passed away
the messages from the other side came through loud and clear. My best
friend Jeff phoned me "Joe, you won't believe this...a bus is going by
and the sign says JO JO TRAVELS"...she was sending Jeffrey a message.
The kids threw a surprise party in Chelsea for Jo Jo. Chelsea being a
random place that wasn't in our lives, it was a true surprise. So I
called up Rex Trailer who Jo Jo did a lot of modeling for, car
commercials I guess and whatnot, Rex and Jo Jo had a wonderful
friendship. Being a busy guy we didn't think he'd show up at the
surprise birthday party, but there he was. Jeff and I and other friends
of ours attended ...very happy times and memories we will always
treasure.
Rod Stewart invited us to Great Woods (whatever
the heck it is called now? Former Tweeter Center, Comcast Center, what
have you..)...after the show at the Four Seasons hotel back in Boston (a
blur now, must've been a couple of hours after the show) Rod asked
"What did you think, Joe?" I said, "Rod, when you went into the
classics it was tremendous." Rod smiled and said "But I can't play all
the old stuff just for you and the thirty critics in the audience!" Of
course when he did the unplugged record he did just that very
successfully, glad I was one of the many votes! So Jo Jo hands Rod a
record I had co-produced for her with the late Jimmy Miller. She
introduced me to Rod as her "manager"...Rod said "So how long have you
been producing Jo Jo?" I said..."Awhile...I'm not her "manager" I make
her records." We had a laugh. The next day Rod was playing soccer on
the Boston Common with Jo Jo's oldest son. After her lengthy
relationship with Rod she met Denny Laine of Paul McCartney &
Wings. A business partner at the time was a major disc jockey on WZLX.
He announced that Rod Stewart was playing soccer with Denny Laine's son
on the Boston Common...that must've caused a commotion...hope someone
videotaped it because I was home working...Jo Jo tells me later "Rod
said that my son has the exact shoe size as him." And what did you say,
I asked. Jo Jo looked at me with a twinkle in her eye and said she
said to Rod "But of course!"
I was like, you gotta be kidding me.
"He's not Rod's son." Jo Jo said "I know that, you know that, his
father knows that...but after all that money he gave Alana (Hamilton)"
my Jo Jo joked with a smile.
My friend Jeff saw the sign "Jo
Jo Travels." Almost simultaneous with that I'm driving up Route 93 and
"You Wear it Well" came on the radio. I burst into tears...Rod Stewart
had written the song for her, and wrote in her biography "You wore it
well then, Jo Jo, you still wear it well now."
"Remember
them basement parties, your brother's karate the all day rock and roll
shows. Them homesick blues and radical views haven't left a mark on you,
you wear it well" Rod Stewart (Jo Jo's brother was taking karate lessons at the time)
It's
probably my favorite Rod Stewart song, and was before I met Jo Jo and
before meeting Rod in person. Jo Jo asked me to take a picture of her
and Rod at the Four Seasons. It ended up in some biography, uncredited,
but there you have it, I was the only one there outside of the fellow
Rod was with.
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In
August of 2013 our friend Manuel fell out of a hammock at 55 years old,
broke his arm, went into a coma, and died three weeks later. The
shocking event reverberated through our old rock and roll scene. Friends
of 30 years corresponding on the internet figured out we'd better start
having "get togethers." People we haven't seen, quite literally in
decades, at least not all in the same restaurant at the same time,
rekindled our friendships. In the internet age it's not like we hadn't
been in touch, but the cold reality was that we had replaced our
camaraderie with digital happy birthdays and once in awhile phone calls.
Manuel's tragic and sudden departure was difficult, certainly life
changing for his wife, more than we could comprehend.
In
September one of my bands reunited for a reunion party. A week later
the girlfriend of one of my musicians died. Unbelievable. The party
for a nightclub was actually a gathering of friends. I dedicated a song
to lost bandmate Manuel and my friend Bobby Hebb, the author of
"Sunny." Bobby had visited me in Medford many times, sometimes to be
on TV, sometimes just for lunch. In August of 2010 Bobby unexpectedly
passed away. Suddenly, a voice on the phone, email correspondence,
evaporates. November 2010 rolls around and another best buddy, Karen,
wife of a rock & roll hall of fame artist that I directed a movie
of, is taken off of life support. Karen would call me at 3 in the
morning. "Please, Karen, Jeff's asleep. Don't call at this hour." But
she would reply I have to talk to you. " I responded "When I first met
you in '92 I hated you." She, as astute as Jo Jo, would quip back "I
hated you more, but I love you now. I have to talk to you." I wish
she would call back...I'm still waiting. Suddenly, the phone rings and
it is not Bobby...it is not Karen...it is certainly not Jo Jo, she sends
signs via the radio.
The phone rings. Maybe it's Rex
Trailer? Randy California of Spirit? Ed Cassidy of Spirit? One of my
late and dearly departed old friends? No such luck. "Hi, this is
Captain Barry Clemente of the Medford Police Department with an
informational message..." Sorry, Barry, you're not my type.
Phone rings again: "Hi, this is City Councilor Paul Camuso, as your
councilor I have supported programs and services for our senior
citizens..." You've got to be kidding me. Wrong number. Now I've seen
that guy on TV and he's definitely not my type. Barry, Paul...I know
you want to speak with Jo Jo, Rex and Randy but they are unavailable.
They are definitely unavailable...at least without a medium.
* * * * *
We thought Jo Jo was indestructible. She had a strong presence,
charisma by the boatloads. At a club in Boston, Club Cafe, our
entourage waltzed in (a friend of ours owned a limo company and would
always insist on driving us around in style.) Jo Jo, in a hurry to get
out of the house and into the limo, inadvertently put on a green shoe
and a pink shoe. What the heck, she could make it work. A pretty lady
stops her (our inside joke was calling the establishment "Club Half
Gay", which it kinda sorta is) ...and the pretty lady says "I LOVE YOUR
SHOES." ...Jo Jo says to her without skipping a beat ...."Yes, dahhling...it's like my sexual preference. I cannot make up my mind!"
Jo
Jo, standing with record producer Jimmy Miller of the Rolling Stones
(RIP 1994) as I bumped into an extremely handsome ex of mine
(thankfully, still alive) at the bar (just so you have the reality
drama here, perfect for late night television, emphasis on the word late
for most of the characters in the cast.)
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Of
course Jo Jo and my ex boyfriend met and he and his spouse all moved in
together (on separate floors). I had a way of matching people up, and
probably still do. Jo Jo would say "I cannot believe how good looking
he is." I would say "Dream on. Ha ha..." She was always taken with my
relationships. Which is why we were a perfect pair...our lives were an
interesting tangle of people who genuinely cared for each other. We
would fly to Los Angeles, New York, West Palm Beach...and as one of the
execs at one of the companies I worked for said "You two were the talk
of the hotel." Ha ha...no doubt in my mind. Those were fun times,
let's just say the experience was ...something you readers are not old
enough to see in print right now. Maybe when you are 200 years old.
God, I miss that girl. The only girl I would have married...with
permission of my significant other, of course.
"They were such happy times...thought she was Mary queen of Scots."
Lou Reed, BERLIN lp
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At
one of Uncle Ira's parties at the Kowloon (his birthday a few days
before mine in May) Jo Jo's mom pulled me aside. "Joe, I have to tell
you, and it won't be easy. She's dying." "Helen, stop it. She would
have told me." Helen looked at me firmly and with a lot of love and
said "She doesn't want you to worry." I was shaken. I called England
the next day. "Your mother says you are dying." Jo Jo responded in
her usual feigned outrage at a preposterous thought like that "My mother
exaggerates." But I knew Jo Jo, and her very religious mom would not
ever do something like exaggerating about her daughter's life.
Love you Jo Jo. Always will.
Till death do us part, baby.
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