Suzi introduced me to her friends, among them the legendary rock photographer, appropriately named Mick Rock. Mick shot Bowie, Blondie, Iggy Pop, Lou Reed, Motley Crue, Kate Moss, Lady Gaga--- oh, and Isabel Rose, not just once, but twice. "He'd do anything for his Suzi,” he always said. "You need to record,” Suzi said one day. So I did. Swingin’ from the Hip, my debut album, got some great reviews. It was even named one of Theatermania’s Top Ten albums of the year. I was compared to Ann-Margret by JazzTimes and applauded by iTunes. I did a bunch of radio talk shows and sold out Joe's Pub and The BlueNote in New York City. I even got booked at Catalina's Jazz Club in LA, but nothing really happened once I got home and took off my make up. It was impossible to book anything more than a one-off, and you can't build a following on one-off's. I became disheartened. In fact, I made the decision to focus full-time on my writing career. I moved to East Hampton for the summer and left my sequined costumes and false eyelashes behind in the city. It felt good. It felt like the right decision. I was at peace.I liked Suzi’s English accent and her straight –forward, confidant manner immediately. She also seemed to know a lot about the music business though, at the time, I had no idea who her husband had been or what kind of life she had once lead. “I love red hair,” I recall her saying. I’m sure I was polite enough to say, “thank you,” but I was too clueless to grasp the reference. Suzi and I had instant chemistry: she was no-nonsense but fun-- and boy, could she do a blow out! As the years passed, I couldn’t imagine doing a gig without her. She did my hair, helped with costumes, drilled me on my patter; she was also incredibly encouraging, even when I wept in despair and asked her to collect applications for me for Columbia Teachers College.