"Gary Glitter certainly killed glamrock for good," the stunning blond murmured in her sultry voice at the Four Seasons. "I mean no one would be caught dead wearing a glitter jacket now, and my dear... those girdles he wears. . ."

MainMan (who else?) threw a private lunch at the posh restaurant to introduce international legend Amanda Lear to People She Should Meet. Either DeFries has her under contract or they're doing some heavy courting and wooing: but doesn't it seem as if MainMan is rapidly becoming the Andy Warhol of their day? Notice how all the "underground" talent just seems to drift towards them sooner or later. . . or perhaps it's vice versa. (Anyway, it is all a bit incestuous, for there sat Salvador Dali, Amanda's longtime friend and advisor, and he most likely was the Andy Warhol of his day...)

Whatever — it was really refreshing to meet a real sex change for a change instead of just another tacky drag queen. Unlike Christine Jorsensen or Mrs. Paula Grossman who publicized their operations, Amanda Lear has always maintained a strict aura of mystery and privacy about her origins. And unlike the rock musician who was uncomfortable about the change, wouldn't admit it, and quickly faded from public view about a year and a half ago, Amanda has always been considered by those who have known her for years as a woman — and a very stylish, witty, and formidable one indeed. So much so that Angela Bowie chose to skip the lunch lest she be upstaged.. .

Amanda Lear — model and film actress, is one of those international pop society types who you're bound to run into if you go to the right restaurants or clubs in London. She was most recently featured as the MC/Drooshenka on Bowie's "Midnight Special" where she stood out as one of the highlights on that dreary — but highly rated — show. She came to the States this time to promote a film project about "Oktobriana" — the butch/female underground symbol of the Russian Revolution. And can't you just see the ads now. . . "Amanda — As Oktobriana! In The Role She Was Born To Play!!"

Wearing hot pink (a variation on her favorite color), Amanda chitchatted at the Four Seasons about what was going on in the London rock world. Suzi Quatro at least had some energy, and wasn't Lvnsev de Paul sweet. She whispered about Bryan Ferry's hair and giggled that he wasn't really all that shy. And she told a great story about Peter Townshend wanting Gary Glitter's autograph for his daughter but being too embarrassed to ask, so Bowie did it for him. But what Amanda really was interested in was where was Frank Sinatra staying while he was in New York. The girl's got taste.

With her deep voice colored by an indeterminate accent, Amanda Lear is very blond and frankly glamorous. "I am the real Nico," she told Lou Reed a few years back in London's Hard Rock Cafe.,And she probably is.

Perhaps it was no coincidence that the full moon brought Amanda Lear and Ray Davies to New York the same week. With Bryan Ferry running second, Raymond Douglas Davies must be the most elegant rockstar we have. He can look like a Cole Porter song even as he leans against a dressing room wall backstage at the Felt Forum and slowly sips from a bottle of gin. "You're looking well," he said to me, smiling that slow crocodile grin, "which is more than I can say for myself." Not true — for with that lanky frame clothed in white trousers, a wildly patterend shirt and his now-trademark bowtie (can you imagine anyone else wearing one so successfully?), Ray looked divine.

He said that the suit he had worn for the first show was black, with all glittery things on it, but the second show at Felt Forum was enough of a fashion statement for me. Who else could change into two very Thin Man bathrobes mid-concert, toss beer at the audience and get thoroughly doused in return, croon "If I Were A Rich Man" — "in honor of Passover" — sashay across the stage like a stripper during "Alcohol" and scream out "It's make your mind up time!" in his very best music hall compere manner? Ray Davies celebrates every song he sings.

And don't forget that he wrote "Walked like a woman and talked like a man" before any of this. . . stuff happened. He may be the only one who will last. Producer Ron Delsener said after the concert, "He's Garland, Dietrich, Piaf, Sinatra. . . there isn't another like him."

Bits & Pieces: Suzi Quatro looked mighty tense at her press reception in New York, but then she had just barely gotten off the plane from England. She also had to face several cynics who spent much of their time whispering and wondering whether the lady was a dyke,

and some who were coldly brazen enough to ask her how she lost her virginity. My conversation with her was innocent enough:'"Women are just as good as men," she revealed, "if not better." And "I haven't been to Detroit in two and a half years," followed by, "I think we can open up that door and we ll maKe it." l m looking lorward to chatting with her again. . . Leo Sayer was okay at the Bottom Line, but what's with that silly clown suit? He's really cute under all that makeup, and the Pierrot bit doesn't add all that much to the visuals. However, he does look as though he could use a new set of teeth. Has anyone introduced him to Tony De Fries?