Baby’s on Fire Tour Stop! 17

 A Giveaway and Blog Tour for my newest release… Baby’s on Fire
Welcome to the final installment on the Baby’s on Fire blog tour and giveaway! We’ve taken a quick journey through the musical world of the late sixties and early seventies, and had a few discussions over the glitter/glam rock  movement that took place. However, none of us need to be fortune tellers to realise that the music scene is always changing, and there’s always something brighter and bolder coming along to kick the current fave style to the curb. Glitter rock is no exception. As a matter of fact, by the autumn of 1974 glitter rock was already on its way out. That October a “Death of Glitter” event was held at the Hollywood Palladium, with performances by the New York Dolls,  Iggy Pop and Silverhead.
Chuck E Starr (the Rodney Bingenheimer’s English Disco house DJ) is quoted as saying, “All over Hollywood that night it was glitter! Glitter! The line to get into the Palladium was incredible – everyone in LA knew it was their last chance to wear platform shoes and eye shadow.” The performances were ended by Starr being carried onto the stage in a glitter coffin that the crowd filled with roses, glitter and lipstick.
Nick Kent wrote, “If it wasn’t quite The Beautiful and the Damned it was certainly the pretty and the damned – everyone was, you know, ‘going to hell’ and nobody cared. It was if they’d all taken up residence in Leiber and Stoller’s ‘Is That All There Is?'”
By 1975, fans were splintering into two new groups, with half of the former “glitter babies” turning punk and wearing garbage bags, and the other half into designer jeans and disco. A harsher, sharper breed of fan emerged, the kind of fan Pamela Des Barres described as: “You couldn’t trust the new LA groupies, who were desperate, discouraged, groveling ego seekers. The love of music had become secondary to preening in Star magazine, standing next to ‘Anybody In A Band’. It was scary out there. It was fictitious and haunted.”
Ultimately, no matter how good or bad things are, everything ends eventually.
We’ve talked about a lot performers along the tour… so to end this journey, how about a quick recap as to where
they were as the seventies fell away and the eighties began to light a slick new path:
We already know that Gram Parsons, Brian Jones, and Jim Morrison passed away before they ever got to see
the new decade rise. But neither did Keith Moon. Moon moved back to London in 1978, and died in September from an overdose of Heminevrin (a drug used to treat or prevent symptoms of withdrawal from alcohol).
Throughout the early eighties Suzi Quatro continued to put out music, however her last big hit was in 1982.
She spoke with Kerrang! in 1983, and said that she was done with worrying about being in the charts, and was giving her interest over to releasing what she wanted.
In January 1978, at the end of their US tour, Johnny Rotten left the Sex Pistols, ending the band. Sid Vicious
died of a heroin overdose in February 1979.
Elvis Costello spent the early eighties trying out so many different genres of music that people weren’t quite sure what to do with him: soul, rock, country and western covers, a dark version of jazz, and rock with big band instruments for backing. He didn’t get his first US Top 40 single until 1983 and spent many years  afterwards chasing the next one.
Mick Jagger continued to amaze his fans and followers, but on a solo level. Tension between Jagger and Richards kept the Rolling Stones, as a band, out of circulation for many years. Marianne Faithfull released a killer album called “Broken English” in 1979 and spent most of the early eighties in and out of rehab for drug
David Bowie traded in Ziggy, the Duke, soul, funk, and his love for Berlin to pick up pop music in their place. He reached a new plateau of success in 1983 with Let’s Dance.
As for Led Zeppelin, after John Bonham’s death in September, 1980 (asphyxiation from vomit while under the influence of alcohol), the remaining members decided to disband. They released the following press statement, “We wish it to be known that the loss of our dear friend, and the deep sense of undivided harmony felt by  ourselves and our manager, have led us to decide that we could not continue as we were.”
Queen was one of the biggest stadium rock performers of the decade, and Freddie spent the early eighties
thigh-deep in his exploration of homosexuality and drug use.
Although glitter rock has seen brief bouts of rekindling in the decades that followed, it never seems to hang around
for long. Maybe, for both notoriety and the sake of its fans, that’s a good thing.
My huge thanks to Crystal’s Many Reviewers for having me today, and a special thanks to you, my friends, for joining me. I sincerely hope you enjoyed the journey. 😀
AF Henley <3
Baby’s on Fire
In 1974 Gerry Faun gets the break of his life—an opportunity to meet gorgeous, openly bisexual, glam-rock idol Mark Devon.
Mark’s world is new, exciting, and Gerry finally gets to explore the side of his sexuality that he’s kept hidden. But the press is everywhere, and when Gerry’s father gets wind of what’s going on behind his back, Gerry ends up on the street. Mark offers to let Gerry come along with the tour and Gerry jumps at the chance. The tour is a never-ending party—and the start of what seems to be a perfect relationship for him and Mark. Until Mark’s manager decides Gerry isn’t worth the trouble he’s stirring up.
In 1994 Gerry is finally coming out of some tough times—he has a job that pays the bills, a car that hasn’t quite broken down, and a small rental in Jersey City. After a decade of barely getting by, if life was as good as it was going to get, Gerry figures he’ll manage just fine. It would be easier if he wasn’t still haunted by the man the media won’t let him forget, the man who stole his heart and then broke it… the man that’s shown up pleading for a second chance.
Gay Contemporary Romance
Copyright © 2015 by A.F. Henley
Published by Less Than Three Press
Please note: Novel contains explicit sexual content.

For what seemed like the hundredth time, the traffic in front of Gerry Faun came to a slow-rolling halt. It was the rain doing the most damage, though the end of the workday was always ugly on the streets of New York City. Not that there were many pretty things on the street, regardless. Giuliani was trying, but the way Gerry had it figured, it was going to take more than a smile and a stand on graffiti and marijuana to clean up their kind of dirt. So while the rest of the city offered the mayor awe-induced stares of appreciation over recollections of Mafia Commission and Boesky trials, Gerry mostly sat back and speculated. When government officials got clever enough to stop assholes from blowing up pregnant secretaries and hard-working fathers, then they might actually get his attention. Until then, Gerry wasn’t putting any more trust in them than he would anybody else. He’d learned a long time ago that not all that glitters is worthy.

He was lost in thought enough not to acknowledge the tunnel. He was, in fact, well into it before he remembered to take off his sunglasses. He forgave himself the digression. It had been a long week. Though Gerry worked in the financial district, he was no more than a glorified yes-man for his boss, a real estate broker that had made a fuck-ton of money in the eighties, and was merely coasting until the inevitable retirement. He ran errands and answered phones. He took messages, and booked flights that he was more than sure did not drop Mr. David Manon in places of business. He made reservations in exclusive restaurants, paid Mr. Manon’s membership fees for a gym the man never went to, and bought Manon’s anniversary and birthday gifts for the wife-of-the-moment. Gerry had a flair for it, or so his boss would tell him whenever the requirement came up, and Gerry was cocky enough to verbally agree with Manon every time. Damn right he was good at it.
Tail lights suddenly flared in front of him and Gerry cursed and slammed his brake pedal down. His eyes flicked between windshield and rearview, assessing space and distance, and he blew a sigh of relief when he confirmed that the guy behind him had been paying more attention than he’d been. Maybe it really was time to give up the car.
He’d heard it a thousand times from friends, family, and casual observers: public transport would not only save him money, but they swore up and down it would save him time. God knew gasoline was getting more expensive by the day, and parking costs in the district were insane. Gerry considered it pretty much every time the numbers went up on the billboards beside the gas stations. One day he would, he’d tell himself. One day for sure. When he could convince himself that walking the six blocks from the bus stop in Jersey’s bitter January winds wouldn’t be as appealing as slitting his own throat with barbed wire. When he got over his control issues.
The side road whereby Gerry’s rental home waited for his return was already jammed with cars, so instead of parking on the street, Gerry carefully worked his 1984 Buick into the tiny concrete pad that served as his driveway. He nudged the car as close to the house as it would go, wincing when the fender butted against the foundation and the ancient bow window above him shook with disapproval. While some of the properties on the street had given up parking for an attempt at a front lawn, Gerry couldn’t see the point of bothering to maintain a six-by-eight square of greenery and have to fight for a place to park every day. Besides, what was the point? In the summer everything got so damn hot that his neighbors’ plants and grass got their lives choked out of them. In the winter, anything that had managed to get a hold on the Earth was quickly destroyed by the cold and the snow.
Looking, he was sure, about as sexy as a maggot trying to escape from a nostril, Gerry inched out from between his car and the base of the entranceway steps. His suit wasn’t worth that much, but it was worth too much to go rubbing it up against rain-mucked concrete or the wet door of a car that hadn’t seen an auto-wash in months. His breath puffed out from between his lips, the rain making October that much colder, and Gerry lifted his eyes to the sky. Dark, ominous clouds roiled in the gray heavens, and Gerry had serious doubts that the light rainfall was all the skies had in store for them.
In the second it took for Gerry to muse, a deep rumble of thunder broke, a distant sheet of lightning answered the call with a flare of brilliance, and the drizzle became a downpour. Without bothering to spit out the curse on his tongue, Gerry ran for the front door. The porch roof did nothing to protect him as the rain whipped against his back and legs, and he had to seat the key twice before it finally dug in and allowed him to open the door.
Dripping, mumbling, Gerry slammed the door behind him with a definitive clunk and flicked the deadbolt. He kicked off his shoes, sighing as small rivers of water raced across the lopsided flooring of the hallway, and he began to peel off of his wet clothes right where he stood. He might as well only drown one part of the house, and at least that particular location was vinyl tile. Most of the house had decades-old carpeting that, when wet, released all kinds of odors. None of them good.
With his wet clothes piled in his arms, Gerry stepped gingerly down the narrow hallway, and ducked into the bathroom. He dumped the armload into the tub, and grabbed a towel off the rack.
He didn’t pause to look in the mirror and fix his hair. The cut was short, short enough in fact that he barely had to brush it, and that always seemed to make his sister chuckle when she saw him. There was a time when God himself wouldn’t have been able to get him to cut his hair—when the arguments with his parents would grow to screaming matches over the bangs in his face and the uneven lengths that fell past his collar. But everybody grew up. Eventually.
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 Henley was born with a full-blown passion for run-on sentences, a zealous indulgence in all words descriptive, and the endearing tendency to overuse punctuation. Since the early years Henley has been an enthusiastic writer, from the first few I-love-my-dog stories to the current leap into erotica.
A self-professed Google genius, Henley lives for the hours spent digging through the Internet for ‘research purposes’ which, more often than not, lead seven thousand miles away from first intentions but bring Henley to new discoveries and ideas that, once seeded, tend to flourish.
Henley has been proudly working with LT3 since 2012, and has been writing like mad ever since—an indentured servant to the belief that romance and true love can mend the most broken soul. Even when presented in prose.
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17 thoughts on “Baby’s on Fire Tour Stop!

  • Shirley Ann Speakman

    It’s been an amazing tour I’ve enjoyed reading all the rumours and the weird and the wonderful things that were said to be done or not!

    • AF Henley

      Thank you very much! I really appreciate you taking the time out of your day to read and comment. As for the posts, they were a lot of work, yes, but I’ve had a lot of fun interacting with everyone. Good luck with giveaway! <3

  • Lavender Wynter

    Platform shoes… That actually brings back a memory from my tween years.

    While the use of platform shoes/boots may have been on its way out of the Glam Rock 60s/70s in Europe and America, music culture – pop and rock actually – in Taiwan (well, internationally in Asia from our standpoint) during the mid-90s had the women picking it up again. In fact, it was difficult finding any of these stars appear on stage on anything but platform shoes, and for a while there, platform shoes were so popular with fans that Japanese and Taiwanese women were buying and wearing them almost everywhere.

    Problem was, car accidents sky-rocketed in number because the women wearing these shoes to drive couldn’t feel how fast they were accelerating and stopping. A few of them ended up being fatal, I believe. Caution and warnings were issued by the governments warning women not to drive with these shoes on, that they’re better off wearing something soft or thin soled until they arrived at their destination and then put on their platform shoes.

    I’m very lucky to have been just old/young enough then to be at driving age right after this craze so I knew how to be safe.

    Thank you so much for posting! You’ve done an awesome job through and through! <3

    • AF Henley

      I actually remember the resurgence of the platform shoes, although in the 90s it seemed to be mostly women who wore them. Damn shame, really. I still think they do look awesome, I have to say. Thank you very much for following along with the tour. Good luck with the giveaway! 😀

  • Jack Frost

    I stay up all night, finally fall asleep and I miss the posting. Ugh. I’ve got to work on my timing. xD

    You know, much as we would place a lot of what happens to these people on the world of “fame” and that world does have some of the blame, people act and die and live like this everywhere and many of them will never be famous.

    But onto happier thoughts. It’s interesting to see how things progressed and the choices made. Thank you for the fun follow ups.

    Thank you for the wonderful tour, the research, the expert portrayal. Very well done. I liked it, even in spite of my tears.

    • AF Henley

      You’re very welcome! Thank YOU for following, reading and commenting! I’ve enjoyed every single comment and I think I’m going to miss it now that it’s over. Good luck with the giveaway! <3

  • Jen

    I really enjoyed this tour! Thanks for putting it together – I bet it was a lot of work. I will miss reading these posts each day.

    • AF Henley

      Thanks, Jen! It was fun to do even with the work. It’s always great to interact with you all. I’m going to miss it! Good luck with the giveaway. 😀

  • Raphael

    What a great way and wonderful idea to wrap up your amazing blog tour, buddy! Although I wished for some more posts. Had an exciting time following you on this journey. 🙂
    In my opinion there has not been such an wild time for music and performers since the 70’s and, yes, the 80’s. The 90’s have been wasted and the rest of the years since then everything got so streamlined and polished that it got a little boring.
    Thank you so very much for bringing us back this extraordinary time and for all the hard work you did to make this blog tour happen! 😀
    Having read all those incredible stories from the past, I can only say how much in awe I am how greatly you managed to write about the glam rock era in your amazing novel! It feels so unbelievingly real! 😀

  • Ree Dee

    Thank you so much for this amazing blog tour. I enjoyed each and every stop. I thank you to for all the work and time that you put into each stop to make it a great walk down memory lane!

  • H.B.

    Darn it’s ending already? Your blog tours are always so much fun, they just seem to fly by =(

    Thank you so much! I’ve learned so much =)

    • AF Henley

      Thank you for the kind words! I’m really glad you enjoyed and I’m sorry myself that it’s over already. Best of luck with the giveaway. <3

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