Cisco Adler misses his Mischa.
It's nearing 4 a.m. on a recent Saturday morning, and all the Malibu party-boy-turned-chief-provocateur of Angelino rockers Whitestarr wants to do is curl up on a large leather couch and rest. And though Adler repeatedly mentions how badly he'd like to be beside his gal pal of four months (OC nymphet Mischa Barton), he'll have to make do with a new bedfellow: a pug named Gizmo.
The Killers' Hot Fuss blasts. Sportscenter plays on a 50-inch plasma TV (one of three!) in the den of a fancy Midtown pad owned by Whitestarr's label Contango Records. (We've never heard of it either.) Friends of the band and Whitestarr guitarist Rainbow Jeramy Gritter sip Bud Lights as Cisco sleeps spooning his pug. Rock 'n' roll is exhausting. And, at this point, kinda cute.
But four hours ago, Adler (whose father Lou directed Up in Smoke and produced The Rocky Horror Picture Show), Rainbow, drummer Alex Orbison (son of Roy), and stage dancer Tony Potato were all piss and vinegar, gliteratti braggadocio and superstar swagger.
Potato: "People who talk about cocaine don't do cocaine."
Adler:"Mars Volta suck!"
Rainbow: "Les Paul likes cunnilingus."
Adler: "The only people who watch our shows are girls I fucked."
When we first meet, the boys are huddled together in the shabby backstage area of new velvet rope-cum-rock club R&R. Chairs in various stages of disrepair form a circle around a makeshift two-foot tall table with some empty bottles of Bud Light (the evening's beverage of choice).
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