Outspoken southern beauty queen
Bobbie Brown was 22 years old when she burst into the spotlight in 1990
as the star of the sexy Warrant music video Cherry Pie.
A year later, she married the lead singer of the band, Jani Lane,
with whom she had a daughter. After they split, Brown dated and bedded a
string of famous men including Tommy Lee, Leonardo DiCaprio and Dave
Navarro. Today, she's the star of Fuse's reality show
Ex-Wives of Rock and her memoir,
Dirty Rocker Boys comes out Nov. 26. She tells
The Post her story of her days as a '90s video vixen:
I
slip on a skimpy red bustier and barely-there daisy dukes in the
dressing room of an LA studio. I tease my bleach-blond locks and purse
my lips for the makeup artist to put on the finishing touch - a pop of
cherry-red lipstick.
It's 1990, and I'm here to film another music
video. I've been doing a few of them lately but, for this one, I was
personally requested by the band's lead singer, Warrant's Jani Lane.
My agency said Jani saw me competing in the modelling category on
Star Search
and just had to have me as his video girl. Flattering, I guess, but I
have a boyfriend (Matthew Nelson of the band Nelson) so it's just
another job for me.
"You look so f***ing hot," Jani, decked out in
ripped, skin-tight jeans and a blond mane as long as mine, says as I
walk onto the set.
I smile at him, then step in front of the wind
machine, cameras and crew. I feel the heat of the stage lights on me,
and there's a radio playing in the background: "She's my cherry pie,
cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise, tastes so good, make a grown
man cry." Every eye in the room is on me, and I love it.
I've
gone from the restless girl in Baton Rouge, La., stuffing her bra with
her mom's socks, swooning over posters of rock stars plastered all over
my bedroom wall, to a grown-up 22-year-old making those same rock stars'
heads turn.
I've been living in LA since I was 18, partying on
the Sunset Strip, rubbing elbows with celebs and making a name for
myself by competing on
Star Search for nearly a year. I was never
one to set goals or really think about the future at all, so when the
fame from the music video for Warrant's
Cherry Pie hit - I never
could have imagined what was in store for me. It was just the beginning
of a decade-long dance with rock stars, partying and drugs.
When I first saw the music video, lying in bed with my
boyfriend, Matthew, I knew it was different from the others. I figured
I'd be in the token one or two shots, but I was on-screen as much, if
not more, than the band. Me on rollerskates coming at the camera, me
getting sprayed down with water, me in bed with Jani. Matthew was
pissed.
And things got worse a few days after the video came out
when Jani went on the Howard Stern radio show to tell the whole world:
"I'm gonna marry Bobbie Brown one day."
Matthew just got more and
more jealous - not just of Jani, but of the success of my music video.
His music wasn't getting much attention, and here I was, getting
recognised whenever we walked down the street.
People were
constantly calling out, "Hey, it's the 'Cherry Pie' girl!" It felt
strange and a little silly. Growing up in the South, my mom had taught
me to be humble.
Eventually, Matthew and I split - I told him his
twin brother and band mate, Gunnar, was making passes at me, and he
sided with his brother. To get under his skin, I did what I knew would
make him irate: I called Jani.
Days later, Jani flew me to a
concert in my home state of Louisiana for our first date. And it wasn't
long until we were an item. Mr Cherry Pie landed his Ms Cherry Pie - it
was a match made in hair-band heaven.
Four months later, I was
pregnant. I was so young, and I was scared. Things were going well with
Jani, but I was trying to think of every reason not to marry him. But
the pregnancy seemed like a sign from God - and on July 15, 1991, we got
hitched.
We were married for about three years. I loved Jani, but
he drank a lot and he could be mean when he was drinking. When I found
out he was cheating on me, I couldn't forgive that. And I left him.
I'd
been doing coke for years, but my drug habit got even worse after we
split. One weekend, I left my daughter with my mom and jetted down to
Miami for a modelling gig and went on a major bender. Tommy Lee, the
Motley Crue drummer and object of my teenage affections, was there, too.
He was hanging out with a friend of mine.
The three of us went
out to the club Velvet on our last night in town before my mom brought
my baby daughter, Taylar, out for a visit. After I did the last bit of
blow I had, I was an emotional wreck. I ended the night holed up in the
bathroom crying about what a terrible mother I was.
The next day, my mom convinced me to go to rehab.
When
I got back to LA, I started getting calls from Tommy. He and my friend
had parted ways and suddenly he was interested in me. He'd leave
messages for me yelling, "You're so f***ing hot!"
And it wasn't
just phone calls. There were flowers. Lots of flowers. Dozens of orchid
bouquets because they were the most fragrant. My house smelled and
looked like a solarium.
I was so attracted to Tommy - I had been
since I was a teenager. But I was scared s***tless. I'd heard stories
about him, and I thought to myself, "I don't know if I can keep up with
this freak!"
Bobbie Brown in Warrant's ‘Cherry Pie’ music video from 1990. Photo: YouTube
I started hanging out with him, but it was months before I'd even let him kiss me. But after that first kiss, it was on.
The sex with Tommy was mind-blowing. And the rumours about him are true.
"Dear God, it's like a baby's arm!" I thought the first time I saw him naked.
From that night on, I knew I was in love with him.
I
saw flashes of his anger in the early days, but I didn't care. The seat
of my pants were on fire for him - we were having sex at least three
times a day.
My daughter and I moved in with Tommy into his Malibu
mansion. The rent was $8,000 a month, we had four cars and Tommy
spoiled me with crazy items like $10,000 leather pants.
Six months into our relationship, in the summer of 1994, Tommy wanted to take things to the next level.
"I wanna wife you, Bobbie," he said over dinner at the Four Seasons. With tears in my eyes, I said, "Yes."
The four-carat engagement ring was barely over my finger when Pamela Anderson entered the picture.
My
new fiancé and I were out one night at Bar One on the Sunset Strip when
Pamela approached us. I, of course, knew who she was because people
were constantly confusing the two of us - two big-busted blond
bombshells. But that night, my doppelganger was on a mission.
"Tommy,
I've been dying to meet you!" Pamela gushed. Looking back now, she was
clearly on a mission. But back then, I didn't think much of it.
Our
engaged bliss didn't last for long. Tommy was so jealous, I couldn't
hang out with my friends without him there, and he had a phone service
screen all the calls to the house so he'd know who I was talking to.
Then,
his anger turned to violence. One night we got home from a party, and I
provoked Tommy by bugging him about bringing his friend home with us
that night.
As my 2-year-old daughter looked on, Tommy choked me. He had me by the throat up against a wall.
I
grew up in an abusive home and had vowed I wouldn't let my daughter
grow up that way, too. I was madly in love with Tommy, but I knew I had
to leave.
I moved us out of his beautiful home into a condo in Studio City.
I got a call from Tommy four days later.
"I'm in Cancun with Pamela Anderson. We have sex toys. I'm going to f*** her really hard," he said on my answering machine.
I knew he was just trying to hurt me, but did I think he would marry her a couple of days later? Not a clue.
My friend was there with them and called giving me the play-by-play of the nuptials.
Once I knew they'd sealed the deal, I went and sat on my toilet and cried.
Bobbie Brown in Warrant's ‘Cherry Pie’ music video from 1990. Photo: YouTube
I was the one who ended it with Tommy, but somehow, it didn't really feel like the end for us.
After
the news came out that Pam and Tommy tied the knot, I started getting
more job offers. I got calls from Playboy, which Pam had done already,
as well as
Baywatch, the TV show she starred on. Everyone thought drama would mean more sales and ratings, I guess.
I
was cool with it - might as well make some money on my misery. But Pam
was not having it. She told Hugh Hefner and her producers it was either
her or me. They chose her.
Things went from bad to worse. My drug
use spiralled out of control. I'd graduated to meth to try to keep my
weight down. And with one marriage and one engagement blown up in my
face - I partied to make myself feel better.
One night at Grand Ville, I ran into Leonardo DiCaprio, a baby-faced 21-year-old actor who'd just had a hit with
The Basketball Diaries.
I knew him from the clubs, he was always coming up to me saying,
"You're going to be my girlfriend one day." But I was with Tommy, and he
was just way too young for me. I was five years his senior.
But after the breakup, I was hate-f***ing whoever out of anger.
We
went back to his place that night. Leo had barrettes pulling back his
dirty blond hair. He turned on some music and started singing the TLC
song
Waterfalls to me. It was weird - I wasn't into it at all.
But
when I pulled his pants down I was like, "Holy s***." I'd just been
with Tommy Lee, but Leo looked huge. After that, he put on a condom
while I went down on him and then we had sex. But the whole thing was
awkward, and we didn't hang out much after that.
After another
wild night at the club, I went back to Kevin Costner's place and was so
lit I threw a lit cigarette into his bedroom and nearly set his house on
fire. But we never had sex.
The next guy I really had feelings
for was Mark McGrath, the lead singer of Sugar Ray. I adored Mark. And
he was so funny, he could've been a comedian. He was the only person who
could really make me laugh and bring me out of my funk after my split
with Tommy.
But there was a catch.
We'd been hanging out for
a few months when we went to Leo's birthday party together
(ironically). This chick comes up to me and says, "Hi Bobbie, I'm Mark's
girlfriend."
I was floored. Clearly this woman knew about me and Mark, but I had no idea who she was.
Things
eventually faded out with Mark, and I was on to the next one. Dave
Navarro, guitarist for Jane's Addiction and the Red Hot Chili Peppers,
was the first guy I felt crazy passion for since Tommy. But the first
night I met him was truly freaky.
My friend called to tell me she's over at Dave's house after a night at the club and invited me over.
The tattooed rock star opened the door naked with a shotgun wearing a feather boa and sunglasses.
"I'm so glad you came," he said. "I'm downstairs f ***ing that starf***er. I'll put on a video."
It
was a video of Dave masturbating. I was beyond weirded out, but I
played it cool until he came upstairs with my friend, walked her out and
slapped a sticker that said "starf***er" on her back.
Umm, OK.
But
I stayed and Dave made the whole night about me - he was sweet, funny
and charming. By the next morning, we were finishing each other's
sentences. But we didn't hook up. I was scared to fall too hard for
Dave. He was a heroin addict, and I had a daughter to think about.
We hung out for months before we finally kissed. That night, I freaked out and lied to Dave, saying I had a boyfriend.
Things were never the same after that night - he couldn't trust me.
I regret lying to him. I have a lot of regrets about my heyday as a video vixen.
I
lost so much time to drugs and gave up so many opportunities while my
priority was the men in my life. I squandered meetings with Robert De
Niro, Steven Spielberg and Jive Records because I was too high to take
them seriously or because I was too busy focusing on a boyfriend or
husband.
But my biggest regret is missing out on time with my
daughter. She is the true love of my life, and I feel like I wasn't good
enough for her. She's a happy, well-adjusted 22-year-old woman now, in
college, on the Dean's list at a college in Louisiana. I'm so proud of
her, but it kills me that I'll never get the time back that I missed out
on when she was young.
I finally kicked the drugs after my dad
and stepdad died in 2005. And, after that, for the first time in my
life, I got a normal 9-to-5 job. I was the assistant to a guy who owned
an agency for dogs. It was humbling. People would say to me, "Didn't you
used to be famous?" It was embarrassing. But it was what I needed.
Funnily
enough, fame came knocking again when a camera crew came into the
office to film a reality show about the agency in 2010. That show fell
through, but the producers thought I could hold my own reality show.
The
following year, in 2011, my ex-husband, Jani, died of acute alcohol
poisoning. He was 47 years old. And although we'd been apart for years,
his death destroyed me. Telling Taylar that her dad died was one of the
hardest things I've had to do. But it made me want to succeed for her.
Now, I'm on the Fuse network reality show
Ex-Wives of Rock and I've got my memoir,
Dirty Rocker Boys coming
out Nov. 26. I may be back in the spotlight, but I'm doing it different
this time. It took me 20 years, but I finally have a goal for myself -
to be secure and have success and financial security for my family.
I'm
44 years old and single these days, and back in Studio City, just five
minutes from where I lived with Jani. I'm happier than I've ever been.
I'd love to get married again, but relationships are no longer my
priority.
news.com.au 15 Nov 2013
In order to keep the cannon fodder amused, besotted and seduced with the Hollywood Whore machine, an article of this calibre and length is put on display.
Your apparent goal is to bed Hollywood's drug induced (supported by authorities AND Hollywood) losers and to be demeaned a cheap Hollywood whore for the rest of your 'sentence' there.
Your entire existence is AND worth is based on how f***ing hot you look.
A definite improvement from a boring / meaningless existence in a dead end 9-5 job.
Puppets of the Hollywood financiers.
On Monday, the Herald Sun
phoned 000 after learning Hayes had returned to Victoria, which led to
his arrest at Green Lake rest area on the Western Highway.
Commander Forti said it was "near-on impossible" for police to monitor the computer activity as Darren had.
"We are incredibly grateful he (Darren) was able to monitor and pick him up."
"It's
been a long process, but I just wanted to see it through to the end.
It's taken over my life for the past few months. But hopefully that's
the end of it now."
