“In his own private hotel room - not a suite, just a room - at 12:30 in the afternoon on Park Avenue, River Phoenix is wearing a T-shirt (“Burning Down the House,” it says), black polyester pants and Beatle boots. He’s just waked up - a phone call from the lobby and MTV (left on overnight) combining to raise him from his slumber. His blond hair is messy, his blue eyes sleepy and he’s got this peach-fuzz number going under his nose”
It was at the Liverpool Empire. I was looking at John on the stage, but all I could see was him as a little boy. I always used to take him to the Empire at Christmas for his annual treat. I remember the time we’d seen Puss in Boots. It had been snowing and John’s Wellingtons were still on in the theatre. When Puss came on in his big boots, John stood up and shouted, ‘Mimi, he’s got his Wellington boots on! So have I.’ His little voice was heard everywhere and everyone looked at him and smiled.