Touring again and how it is different this time around,
the difficulty of classifying Blondie musically, the Blondie Live
album, Kurt Cobain, Madonna, and survival in the music business–Ed.
Deborah Harry
Source: Marcine Linder Photographer
There is no entourage when Deborah Harry enters a room.
She is fresh off the bus after an 11-hour travel day that began three time zones and two plane rides away. She has come in through the loading dock of the Jackie Gleason Theater, sneaking through an unlocked door, carrying her own bag, a water bottle and a stack of papers.
The other members of Blondie, who reunited last year after 17 years apart, trickle in just as unobtrusively, followed by a road manager and a handful of technicians. There are no makeup people, hairdressers or publicists by her side, no one in her orbit at all.
It's a world away from the days 20 years ago when Harry defined New York's fanciful New Wave scene; when she was muse to Warhol and seductress of all Manhattan; when the fortunes of the city's nightclubs rose and fell on a mere appearance by her....
Source: Knight Ridder/Tribune News Service, December
2, 1999