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By Maer Roshan,
Author of Courtney Comes Clean: The High Life and Dark Depths of Music's Most Controversial Icon

"WHERE THE FUCK is everybody?" wailed a cranky Courtney Love on a bright September afternoon in 2010, vainly scouring the horizon for her fans. "Wasn't this supposed to be some huge fucking event?"

Moments earlier a sleek gray town car had whisked the singer and her entourage from her swank digs at SoHo's Mercer Hotel over the East River to a grassy stretch of Randall's Island State Park where Love had agreed to headline The Rally for Recovery, an annual event held to celebrate sobriety.

The singer had been scheduled to take the stage promptly at eleven a.m. But to the dismay of the event's organizers, she didn't show until three hours later. Apparently her hairdresser was tardy, she claims her makeup artist was a mess, and then she needed to soak in her Jacuzzi to calm her frayed nerves. She then spent an hour picking out an appropriate outfit, frantically slipping on and discarding dozens of stylish shoes. By the time her town car finally found its way to the park, the crowd of thousands had dwindled to about fifty die-hard fans, one of whom suffered a heart attack at the exact moment Love stepped out of her car. (Courtney tends to have that kind of effect on people.) As an ambulance rushed over to save the stricken spectator, Love trekked blithely across the expansive grass lawn, followed by a clutch of fans. "Where is everybody?" she kept repeating. Informed that most of the audience had long since departed, she beckoned the remnants of the crowd to follow her into a makeshift VIP tent. There, for well over an hour, she delivered a near-flawless performance, capped off by a rollicking cover of Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance" that was rewarded with a standing ovation. Afterward, she patiently signed autographs and sat for an extensive interview with a documentary team, answering questions about her struggle with drugs. On her way out, a teenage boy who had nearly died of a heroin overdose months earlier approached her for a few private words. She wrapped her arms around him and talked to him for twenty minutes. When she left she was almost in tears.

Reprinted from Courtney Comes Clean, Copyright 2012 by Maer Roshan. Used by permission of Sterling Publishing.

Author Bio
Maer Roshan,
author of Courtney Comes Clean: The High Life and Dark Depths of Music's Most Controversial Icon, is the founder and editor-in-chief of The Fix. Previously he was deputy of New York Magazine, editorial director of Talk, features editor of Interview, founder of QW, and founder and editor-in-chief of Radar Magazine and

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