A Hollywood Princess and an old Queen

My friend Marie's texts were like TV Guide with A.D.D. this morning.

 'GMA Clyde Davis.  What time @ today for Joan?'

'K some one said lady Annabel.'

'Anjecila Houston today show.'

'Omg michelle Williams'

My original plan was to stop by the Today Show to see Joan Rivers, who I've met before, but when Marie told me 'Clyde Davis' was at GMA I decided to head over and see the man who discovered Whitney Houston and Alicia Keys for myself.  His pre-Grammy party is the stuff of legend, with Whitney dying one year and Chris Brown beating up Rihanna another.  Nobody throws a party like Clive Davis!   

When I arrived, there was a crowd gathered around the window, and some curtains in the foreground, partially blocking the view.  Of course there were.  On top of that, three of the largest girls I've ever seen were in the studio, shifting from one foot to the other, twirling their long, frizzy hair, and effectively creating a cellulite wall that it was nearly impossible to shoot around.  Thankfully, I'm getting really good at this, so when Michelle (Not the Destiny's Child One) Williams came out, I managed to dodge the fat and flying hair, find an angle that minimized the glare from the electronic billboards in Times Square, and snap a few shots.  She was great in 'My Week with Marilyn', but someone needs to give her a hug or hand her some TUMS already, because she always looks like this fragile humanized pixie stick with indigestion.

Clive's segment was next, and although they sat him in the chairs across the studio he never once looked toward the window.  I'm not sure if he mumbles or his microphone was turned down low, but I couldn't hear a word he was saying to promote his new memoir, in which he comes out as bisexual for anyone who cares about the goings on of 80 year old genitals.  At least he was pleasant when he left the studio, signing a few autographs and posing for a few pictures before jumping into his SUV, off to plan next year's pre-Grammy party.  I guess my invitation got lost in the mail.  Again.

Oh, and this guy from Lady Antebellum was there, but the other members of the group walked straight to the SUV like they were Brangelina or something.