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Lacy photographed by Baron Wolman, January 1968, San Francisco

In Los Angeles they just hang around. They only want to be seen with a guy. They’re young girls and they don’t know what they want. They’ll hang out with a band where the guys are really gross, but, you know, he’s a star, so later you can go back to your friends and rap.“ - Lacy on ‘star-fuckers

One of the Yardbirds took her to England with him - Lacy lived there two months, and then left on her own to Paris.
She is tall, though not as tall as she seems - she is very slender, very lean - but tall, 5-feet-9, and her eyes are so clear blue, her hair so entirely blonde, her skin so completely fair, and her face so absolutely innocent that she gives the impression of having just stepped out of a Prince Valiant comic strip. Long, long medieval white gowns heighten the effect.
Lacy speaks softly, vaguely, and, thought she does not use many words, circuitously. You never feel entirely confident you know at any moment what is on her mind.
When you’re 17 or 18, it’s ‘Can I score this guy?’ But I’ve been through all that whole thing. I don’t even hang around musicians any more. For the last four or five months since I’ve been with my new old man I haven’t done that. I’m 21 years old now and I started three years ago and I’ve just been through that movie so many times.
I was on this thing where I was interested in outrageous people. Musicians were the only cats who were groovy enough.” Now she’ll occasionally go to the smaller clubs like the Matrix or New Orleans House - seldom to the ballrooms - if there’s a band she really wants to hear. And she’ll see younger groupies. “You see these other little chickies all doing that. You see yourself in them. Oh and it’s so embarrassing.” 
What attracted her to musicians in the first place was appearance and how a musician did his act. Who put out the most energy on stage. 
Musicians,“ says Lacy, trying to explain it a little better, ”they’re just exciting to me. Because I love music. All kinds of music. Actors seem too phony. They’re always acting. Well - musicians are quite egoed out too but it’s a different thing. Musicians have so much soul - they’re really down home cats.” 
I had some pretty profound drug experiences and living in the Haight and all that. But all that stuff - morphine, smack, cocaine - heavy at least once a week - it left me pretty burnt out. Something was missing. Balling a lot of people but never getting into them.
There’s good and bad lays, and that’s part of the attraction, you know. You see a cat on stage and you wonder what he’d be like“ 
It’s so phony, so plastic, man. Going home with one cat after a gig, I found it really depressing after a while. It’s at such a low level. It’s not knowing anybody. It spoils any chance of making something deeper“. 
In a lot of cases, it’s a one-night stand. There’s no way a cat can respect you when it’s a one-night stand.