Brash Trash With Flash
The first lady of sleaze, Bette Midler, rolled into Detroit in late January on the middle leg of her 1976 tour, still thin and pale from her recent emergency appendectomy. In case you didn't catch it in the tabloids, Bette had to cancel a few of her Los Angeles gigs at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion when she was striken with appendicitis.
Brash Trash With Flash
The first lady of sleaze, Bette Midler, rolled into Detroit in late January on the middle leg of her 1976 tour, still thin and pale from her recent emergency appendectomy. In case you didn't catch it in the tabloids, Bette had to cancel a few of her Los Angeles gigs at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion when she was striken with appendicitis.
Bette met the press at the St. Regis, dressed in a frilly cream-colored blouse, jeans and ankle boots. She revealed that a little misunderstanding had cropped up in Los Angeles about her operation between her management and an "assistant" of Bill Graham, the promoter. Apparently the assistant had questioned whether in fact Ms. Midler had gone under the knife, and whether his boss2 should fork out the dough for the gig she missed. Tempers flared, and people muttered, "Well let's see this scar, then."
"In a fit' of passion," said Bette, "I dropped my knickers and let them all have a look. They all agreed that it was a tasteful scar."