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Lisa, Jody and Holly are three teenage girls with extraordinary Extra Sensory Powers. A series of four fantasy/adventure books for young people. the fourth book follows Louisa as she finds her own powers and becomes The Fourth Angel​.
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• Author of the Saskia series of books and the Lisa, Jody, and Holly trilogy
• When John Waters met Little Richard
• Running Blind
• Hall of Fame Bios – Ohio State Buckeyes

My parents looked stunned. In one magical moment, every fear of my white family had been laid bare: an uninvited, screaming, flamboyant black man was in the living room. Even Dr Spock hadn't warned them about this.

Author of the Saskia series of books and the Lisa, Jody, and Holly trilogy

Ever since, I've wished I could somehow climb into Little Richard's body, hook up his heart and vocal cords to my own, and switch identities. Admiring his processed pompadour on my own head in the mirror, feeling his blood pulsating in my veins as I looked down at the twitching pencil-thin moustache, I'd stomp through the world screaming: "A-wop-bop-a-loo-mop-a-wop-bam-boom! But are there some role models you should never meet? When Playboy sent me to interview the then year-old Richard Penniman in , it turned into kind of a disaster.

At first all went fine. When I called him to try to set up our meeting, Little Richard was receptive but would have none of the gushed compliments. Yes, he'd recently made another Hollywood comeback in the film Down and Out in Beverly Hills ; had recorded his first all-new-material album in eight years, Lifetime Friend , with a video to match; had made guest appearances on Johnny Carson and Hollywood Squares ; had been honoured by the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame; and was planning another world tour, but he had definitely not left God!

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My music itself is the ministry. God bless you. Little Richard, at the time, was living in a surprisingly ordinary hotel room in Los Angeles, while recovering from a Santa Monica Boulevard car accident that almost killed him.

He was a king without a castle. The first home he bought at the height of his fame, next door to Joe Louis in West Los Angeles, was long gone. His household possessions from his last estate in Riverside were in storage or had been given to relatives. His dog, Fluffy, was staying with his sister. The piano his grandfather gave him was at his brother's. God, fame, family and a small staff, including a physical therapist named Madison, were enough right now.

Little Richard was thankful to be among the living. Mark, who looks like a younger version of his boss, comes down to the hotel lobby to escort me up to the room. He had met Richard in his studio while they recorded "Great Gosh A'Mighty" and has been working for him, both privately and in his backup band, the CIA, for about a year.

We wait outside while Richard finishes a phone conversation with one of his sisters. Hotel guests pass in the hall, unaware that a legend lurks on their floor. Finally, the door opens and I feel as if the Supreme One of Colour has appeared before me. Looking trim and healthy he has recently taken up bodybuilding and, as always, a little frantic, he ushers us in, dressed in a red open shirt, pleated brocade trousers and red ankle boots. He doesn't look his age "Lord, when the time comes, I'm gonna have a face-lift, jaw lift, eye lift; everything that is falling will be lifted and the things that can't be lifted will be moved!

His hair, once raised to new heights by "Willie Brown in Atlanta, Georgia — my beautician at the time" is more conservative now, and he does it himself. The pencil-thin moustache has mysteriously widened with the years. One wishes that Little Richard were still crowned and bejewelled as sweating flunkies carried him about on an ornate throne, but unfortunately there is only a couch to sit on in this very generic modern hotel room.

File cabinets are in one corner and the family snapshots have been tucked into the frames of the "art" on the walls, but otherwise there are few personal touches.

I take my rightful place on the floor at his feet and turn on the tape recorder, resisting the urge to kiss his boots, as fans once did in Germany. Mark sits in front of the TV, watching with the volume turned off for the rest of the evening. I tell Richard of the pilgrimage I had made that evening to the house he had bought for his mother. A very nice Christian lady named Mrs Wilson now lives there, and she invited me in and told me that fans still come around at all hours searching for their idol.

I'm goin' by there and get them: 'Sister Wilson, where did my cheque go? Little Richard remembers his palace fondly. In the bedroom, I had blue silk coming out of the wall with my bed in the middle. I had dreamed of that as a little boy — it was my design for my mother. Mark is one of my main people.

I need two more. My niece is my secretary; I have two bodyguards I travel with, and a hour limo. I need to get over my mother's death. I don't want to be by myself in no house. Everybody is gone at night; that's lonely. You need responsibility, someone to take care of. My mother died and I couldn't stand to look at her bedroom any more. I'd get sick. I've always been a momma's boy. My father was a bootlegger; he sold stump whiskey in Macon, Georgia. He hid it under the peppers and corn and the collard greens. There was a black lady who used to watch me named Ma Sweetie; she would let him know when the police were coming — he would leap the fence in a single bound.

As Richard was beginning his career, his father was murdered. This guy had killed my daddy and I saw his coat lying on the porch. A raincoat with all this blood on it. It was just… something. I walked in the door, seein' my mother. I looked at this beautiful woman and she said: 'Bru? She said: 'Bru? When my mother cried, boy, that shakes my mind! I can do some drastic things behind Mu! I ain't scared of lions, tigers, snakes, puppy-dog tail, or chickens!

It [segregation] was so hard then.

But you still had a peace, a serenity: that joy, that hope, that determination, that perseverance that some day, somehow, I will make it! Resisting the urge to leap up and scream a honky hallelujah, I just sit there listening, a one-man congregation in the Church of Little Richard. I half expect Mark to pass a collection plate, but he's still glued to the TV; maybe he's heard it all before.

On the other hand, when Richard's on a roll, he's not easily interrupted. I never heard of no rock and roll in my life. Black people lived right by the railroad tracks and the train would shake their houses at night. I would hear it as a boy and I thought: I'm gonna make a song that sounds like that.

In the studio, we got low-down and they said: 'We ain't never heard anything like this. Oh, I was a wild child! I sent a tape to Specialty Records and they didn't get back in touch with me. I was in this hotel and I had a Chrysler my mother had mortgaged her home to get me. They wanted me to sing the blues and that was not me. I got on the piano and started singing: 'Woooooo!

The fame came, all right, like burning lava, and today Little Richard seems a happy prisoner of it, resting on his laurels, fretting and planning, unable to go out — even for a walk. I might meet somebody who will try to take me away. My chauffeur picks me up in the limo and we pass the girls and they start screaming. I'm talkin' 14 or 15 years old. They scream: 'Aaaaaghh! It's a blessing sometimes and a lesson. It makes you feel good you're a living legend and not a dead one.

People expect so much from you; you got to live so much down. The burden of all this falls on you. It's hard to have a friend when your name's a household word. Artspace reserves the right in its sole discretion and at any time including during an auction to refuse or revoke permission for sellers to offer goods or for buyers to submit bids. All bids shall be in United States Dollars. Participating sellers and buyers may be required to register on the site, may select a username and password, and must agree to be bound by these terms. The agreements between the buyers and sellers shall not be governed by the U.

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