In 40-plus years of writing about music megastars, from the godfather of soul James Brown to the grandfather of pop Rod Stewart, I’ve snorted cocaine only once. It was in a Chelsea flat one rainy evening in 1981, at the insistence of Marianne Faithfull.
Her days in the pop charts far behind her, Marianne was living with a punk m…
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