For 35 years, "Sweet Connie" Hamzy has loved rock stars like no other, counting among her conquests members of the Eagles, Led Zeppelin, and the Who. Now 50, Arkansas' second-most famous oral-sex fan talks about why she's still with the band. It's 10:30 A.M. on a Friday in Little Rock, Arkansas, and Connie Hamzy is sitting at the bar of the Sticky Fingerz Rock'N'Roll Chicken Shack, telling a story to a small audience of busboys and cocktail waitresses. "So I'm out on the tour bus, smokin' dope and blowing roadies," she says in a lazy Southern accent."And who comes into the back lounge? Neil fucking Diamond." A man pulls out a stool next to her. He is wearing a hat shaped like the snout of a hog."Neil looks me up and down and nods his approval," Hamzy continues. "Then he gets high with us, and disappears backstage.
On a cool morning in the spring of 2002, I stepped off a bus andhobbled into the bustling lobby of Cleveland's Ritz-Carltonhotel. As I waded through a sea of Armani-clad business travelerssipping lattes and perusing The Wall Street Journal,disapproving eyes knifed into me from all directions--a reminderthat, by all appearances, I did not belong in their well-pressed,nine-to-five world. I was wearing my standard work uniform: fadedSlayer T-shirt, stained knee-length shorts, and a tattered baseballcap that barely disguised my greasy, matted hair. I joined theregistration line behind a sophisticated woman in a gray pantsuitwho was clutching an Italian-leather briefcase in her manicuredfingers. She checked her watch, then stole a glance at thelumbering, disheveled figure behind her. Our eyes met for a second,and she quickly looked away.