QUIDNUNC'S CONFIDENTIAL!

QUIDNUNC'S CONFIDENTIAL!

Michael Logan

Proving you can’t keep a bad boy down, Prince ended his self-imposed retirement from the concert stage by making a surprise appearance smack dab in the middle of Sheila E.’s recent Hollywood gig. Not only did his Purple Highness perform a 20-minute set that had the crowd in an uproar—the once shy guy actually dove into the audience and warmly shook hands with dozens of startled customers.

And while we’re in the Mood Swing department, Adriana Kaegi, Cheryl Poirer and Janique Svedberg—better known as Kid Creole’s Coconuts—have called it quits with the fishnet stockings and the coconut shell brassieres. They’ve signed with Atlantic Records to record an album as Boomerang— but unlike their Australian Aborigine namesakes, they won’t be cornin’ back to Kid. Their new sound, reminiscent of the Ronettes, the Crystals and other early ’60s girl groups, is much more to their liking and Kid (a.k.a. August Darnell) is reluctantly accepting photos and resumes to fill the sudden gap.

Did you know that daffy Bruce Willis was turned down for the male lead opposite Madonna in Desperately Seeking Susan? It never was a sore subject with Bruce, though. By flunking out, he became available for the TV hit

Moonlighting—and the rest, as they say, is history. Well, not quite...there’s a new

chapter in Willis’s fastrising career. Motown Records has just nabbed him to record an album of his favorite tunes.

If you happen to have a spare $795,000 lying under the rug, you might wave it under the collective nose of Starship. Back in the hippie dippie ’60s—when the group was known as Jefferson Airplane—they purchased a 17-room San Francisco mansion as its permanent residence.

Now it’s up for grabs—at far more than the $70,000 they paid for it.

You guys with a tighter budget—and a yen to be Don Johnson—might consider shelling out $29.95 for the new electric razor, The Miami Device. Instead of giving you a clean, close shave, it’s guaranteed to leave a chic, one-eighth inch Johnson stubble on your chinny-chin-chin.

Looks like David Lee Roth’s proposed Crazy From The Heat movie debut has less life than a beached whale. CBS, which was supposed to finance the big screen project, decided to pull out of the motion picture biz, and, now, no other studio seems to want it. Wildman Roth got crazy with the cool reception and has filed a $25 million lawsuit against CBS. Stay tuned.

And there’s no truth to the nasty rumor that David Lee’s hat size was the numeric inspiration for Van Halen’s 5150 album title. Instead, the digits are the same as the street address of Eddie Van Halen’s recording studio and (we’re sure this is mere coincidence!) the code number that Hollywood police use to report a sighting of a mentally disturbed person!

GOSSIP! GOSSIP! GOSSIP! GOSSIP!

Bryan Adams—whose hotter-than-hot romance with Tina Turner is still being denied by all parties—has penned several tunes for the new flick, Scenes From A Gold Mine, to be sung by Catherine Mary Stewart. The actress, who played the young Joan Collins in the Sins mini-series, is hoping the break will lead to a whopping recording career.

Edgar Allan Poe’s spine-tingling,gothic novel The Fall Of The House Of Usher will be made into a movie musical. Once word of the Class A score—composed by Philip Glass—got out, a frantic bidding war was started between Sting and David Bowie. They both want the lead role badly—made famous in the schlocky movie version by Vincent Price.

She may be pretty in pink on-screen, but offscreen Molly Ringwald leads a far more colorful life. The carrot-topped screen queen is just nuts over the new Melrose Avenue boutique called Painters. She and her girlfriends regularly drop in to drop a bundle on Tshirts, sweats, headbands and leg-warmers—but here’s the gimmick. Ringwald and other customers get to squirt their purchases with ketchup bottles filled with every color in the rainbow. While their “designer” duds tumble dry in a great big drum, they catch up on the latest show biz gossip.

It’s good that Michael Jackson and Cyndi Lauper can sing for their supper, because they were recently voted as having two of the worst speaking voices in town by Los Angeles Magazine. They’re in mighty fine company, though. Dr. Ruth Westheimer, Barbra Streisand, Brooke Shields, Arnold Schwarzenegger and Mr. T also made the Z-Team.

Michael Jackson is grateful for something, however. He almost had a heart attack and a half when the Animal Regulation Department put in an emergency call to his Encino home. It seems a white-as-a-sheet neighbor found a 70-foot python taking a drink out of his swimming pool and authorities assumed it was Jackson’s pet python “Muscles.” Michael dropped the phone in a panic and rushed to the snake’s cage only to find him happily snoozing.

The singer may have gotten off the hook but nobody ever claimed ownership of the slimy suspect!

We’ve all been audibly assaulted in elevators and dentist’s offices by the water-downed, nondescript horrors of Muzak—but Ted Nugent’s finally doing something about it. When word got out that the Westinghouse Company was putting its Muzak division up for sale, Nugent decided to put it out of our misery. He announced: “Muzak an evil force in today’s society, causing people to lapse into uncontrollable fits of blandness.” Although a sale has yet to be confirmed, Terrible Ted did put his money where his mouth is—and offered a cool $10 million!

GOSSIP! GOSSIP! GOSSIP! GOSSIP!