For women of m-m-my generation, Chris O'Dell has led a charmed life that many hippie chick b-b-boomers wet-dreamed of. The American expat worked for the Beatles at Apple in London in time to sing “na-na-na-na-na-na-na” on “Hey Jude,” kept schedules and cocaine accounted for aboard the Lapping Tongue jet during the Stones' 1972 tour, and ensured that the thunder rolled in 1975 for Bob, Joan, Roger and Joni. Lovers included Ringo, Dylan, and Leon Russell (who wrote “Pisces Apple Lady” for her), though she turned pal Pattie Boyd's hubby down, while the missus — a.k.a. Layla — was pursued by hubby's best friend Eric. George wrote “Miss O'Dell” for her anyway and Maureen Starkey forgave her confidante's indiscretion. Along with more fun than a human can possibly have came addiction and depression, but when you've roomed at the top, anything less may seem a tad dull. Miss O'Dell: My Hard Days and Long Nights with The Beatles, The Stones, Bob Dylan, Eric Clapton, and the Women They Loved (Touchstone) doesn't rank with Hemingway's A Movable Feast, but the author's engaging candor, plus her scorecard of heavyweights — and the reader's inevitable envy — keeps one glued to the narrative. Miss O'Dell will read excerpts and sign books tonight, and perhaps she'll reveal the stories she refrained from telling, although after rockin' through her fuck 'n' tell, it's difficult to imagine what they could possibly be.
Fri., Oct. 16, 8 p.m., 2009
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