When it storms at Glastonbury, deep in the English countryside, as it is want to do, in midsummer, everything just stops.

Once the rain comes rolling in over the hills and down into the valley at dawn, all you can do is stay in your tent where it’s dry and warm and safe and just wait it out . The relentless barrage on the roof drowns out and swallows up every sound and masks every movement.

Though we are living in wall to wall tents, you can’t hear a thing going on outside of your own four canvas or nylon ones.

You might as well have set yours up inside of a bowl of bubbling rice pudding.

The water seems to come at you from every direction, hammering from above, ricochet off the sides, running down underneath of you , it’s all you can see, hear or smell, fresh and natural, cool and earthy and sweet. It covers and clings to every field and hill, every display, every garden, every tent, every stage, every vehicle, surrounding and smothering, enclosing and enveloping, and bringing with it an un-welcome and unwanted , but much-needed, unforeseen hush all around,

For just a few hours, the chaos is  forced to take a cold shower and take a slow, deep breath, and becomes stillness, and you have no choice but to join in, share and listen. 275,000 people somewhere out there, in the fields all around you, and you would never know it; you might as well be alone in the middle of an empty churning sea on a rubber lifeboat. For all you could tell, they have all packed up and gone home without telling you.

 Time to stay buried deep in the cradle of your patchwork blanket and down sleeping bag and whisper secrets, and tell stories in the filtered half-light and by the amber glow of the lantern. It usually stops by noon, as if a switch were  flicked, just as it started and then the sun shows itself once again, relaxed and refreshed, after enjoying its nice lazy lay in, almost as much as we did.And then chaos begins to struggle free and break loose from the strain of containment, shakes itself off, and reigns once again, rejoicing. You could almost forget the storm (and the calm) ever happened.

If not for the many new inches of pristine talcum soft dark mud to dance in, and churn up and mire and wade through, huge liquid chocolate puddles to muck about in and splash on and into and slick sheets of sticky brown ooze to circumnavigate and slip and slide through, that it left behind.


Post by Eric Burdon knows Even Rock and Roll has Fairy Tales.

My Interview is coming out all over the internet! On Indie Book websites. Check it out! Oh well, sorry Eric lol


Even Rock and Roll has Fairy Tales: the Flight of the Shiny Happy Sherry Fairy, a Memoir of how Sherry Carroll dreamed of, then reached for and learned to fly with the biggest, brightest, stars. Tales of her true life, and never- ending adventures, her authentic backstage experiences, the humor, heartache and heat whenever Rock Superstar Eric Burdon and the small-town Shiny Sherry Fairy collide

Sherry Carroll is a real life Penny Lane and one wonders if she has Cameron Crowe or Lester Bangs hidden somewhere in her suburban basement.”

  • eric burdon, the shiryhappysherry fairy, even rock and roll has fairy tales

(PRWEB) October 10, 2013Sherry Carroll‘s funny, smart, sexy, story will prove to us all beyond a doubt Even Rock and Roll has Fairy Tales and evidently, Eric Burdon does too. This book is bulging with behind-the-scenes debauchery, oozing with outrageous antics and overflowing with attitude. She’s spilling all, from her soft heart and old soul, along with the beans and of course, the wine.“With the sounds of Rock and Roll and Sherry’s intoxicating laugh moving you through every memory—you’re sure to be captivated by this one-­‐of-­‐a–kind, episodic memoir. A coming of age tale that features love, humor, and a woman in love with life. Unlike many Rock and Roll memoirs, this one doesn’t start with specific ambitions that involve groupies, fame and drugs. The fun, sexy, sassy Sherry Carroll, starts by telling us how she “bought a ticket to ride on the ‘American Dream”” said Penn Book Review.Our Sherry doesn’t toss glitter in your eyes or sprinkle fairy dust to try to disguise the dirt under the rock in the 1970s and the 80’s. Although she’s never forgotten that “Once upon a time..”“I was struck completely deaf, dumb, blind, and stupid by the size of the stars Eric Burdon put in my eyes. But rock and roll is bound to break your heart, ruin your life and destroy your soul sooner or later, if it didn’t kill you first. However, odds are it would do them all, eventually,” she says in her book.“What a well-written gritty story of backstage Rock and Roll life. A no holds barred story of backstage barbarism as well as great kindness. A Riveting book” said reader Joe SmartI loved it. I stayed up all night reading it – I really couldn’t put down the Kindle! I was one of those women who watched “Almost Famous” and laughed at how accurate it really was. I was in the middle of it all – in my years in Rock Radio – and I really connected. Everything Sherry said about groupies, back stage environment – and the changes that have gone on – is really true! Sometimes for the worse. Sherry’s experiences were fun, crazy, and wild – and Sherry nailed it!” said reader Laurie Loomis.“Read it. Dream it. Be it…. Don’t hesitate. Leap into this life and enjoy it without taking the risks Sherry Carroll did…you can thank her for it later!”  Maria Waters.More information and the first chapter of this must-read can be found on her websitehttp://www.evenrockandrollhasfairytales.com/ 
The full book can be purchased in all Electronic/ E- book Formats here or on Amazon and at most other E- book retailers.About the Author: The Shiny Happy Sherry Fairy is busy living happily ever in Maryland and on Facebook at Sherry Carroll Books. Still flying high, fast and furious, as always, covered with curls and cavorting with wild animals, writing short stories and furiously scribbling her second book, “Once upon a time a little girl dreamed…” an epic new-ish true-ish rock tell-all extravaganza! http://www.sherrycarrollbooks.comEven Rock and Roll has Fairy Tales: The Flight of The Shiny Happy Sherry Fairy Sherry Carroll’s debut memoir is the story of a young girl under the influence of sex, drugs, rock and roll and the charm of charismatic singer Eric Burdon, legendary front man and star of the seminal British invasion band The Animals. “Sherry Fairy’s dreams have the unique ability to carry her to places that the average person wouldn’t imagine—living vicariously through her life of mayhem, music, and madness is completely energizing and fun. It seems that the music, wind, and passion carry her to places that birth terrific stories for a memoir. And in this biographical account, you won’t have to “just wonder” about the things that happen when a big-­‐time rock star and a small town girl meet. Leaving you certain that dreams, no matter how ridiculous, are worth pursuing—because they just might lead to some mesmerizing music, interesting men, and hot adventures. Sherry is ridiculously fun, smart, and sassy. Her memoir, overall, is funny, fast-­‐paced and episodic,” Penn Book Review.Available here in all electronic/E-book formats at Amazon and most other e-book retailers.


One of the best things about Facebook is finding and being found by people from your past you thought you would never see again (It’s also one of the worst) No, allow me to correct myself it’s PURE LIVING HELL 95% of the time. Odds are good if we haven’t stayed in touch there’s a very good reason for it!

59168_10151945775751115_832528798_n  www.JamieHoliday.com  http://www.twitter.com/MrJamieHoliday

But I was thrilled actually to catch up with a friend from the 70s and a local boy to Wash DC /Md./Va.   From way back in the day  Mr. Jamie Holiday and find out what that Gorgeous Big Blonde Hunk of Gee tar Playing Man has been up to all these years since he  got the hell outta here and  ended up where he was always destined to be… not Rock and roll Heaven  but  almost.. LA LA LAND, playing the club scene and KICKING some SERIOUS suntanned, silicone, hybrid driving, shitty screenwriting, kale eating ASS.


I can’t stop listening to his latest Cd Big Rock Record (just released yesterday October 1, 2013) that he very kindly comp -ed me a copy of last week.  Now, I love my glam bands, I’m always playing those pretty, dirty, naughty , sexy, glittery Brit boys  around  5 am full volume every Sunday morning  while I’m waiting for the  Psychedelic Sunday show to come on at 8 am  with Magic Mark Yandle  at http://www.digitalrevolutionradio.com/

But Jamie and his band the Vampyre Bunnies sure as hell do too.  And does it show!

Wham bam KABLAM! Thank you ma’am! May I have another please?


But theirs is glam all grown up… A little less pink spandex and silver eye shadow, and a lot more black leather studs, than purple leopard leotards, and I must say I am loving’ it.

The Vampyre Bunny Band tossed the best of everything before and after in with the Glitter!

Jamie’s got them going like a blender on a bender, they rattled and rolled, did a whole lotta shaken  and got all  stirred up and  made a Big Rock Record indeed.

It’s crisp clean, clearly what’s happening right now, not just then, and hopefully from now on.


It has all the elements of all my favorite unforgettable renegade rock radio tracks, guitars that can whisper or blister, vocals that will or cure your ills and give you chills, they’ve got the lightly dusted to fully encrusted heavy duty chops to pull out all the stops, some tasty licks to get your kicks and a fabulous mix that puts it all the ingredients together and really brings it to the table so you can you’re your teeth into it.

Damn, now I’m hungry. “Hey Tonyyyyy … honey, what’s for dinner?”  I’m too busy rocking out to cook.

But what’s really sweet is its cream filled  with all  these  delicious little  morsels ,  not chunks  of,  but a little nibble  here and there,  a tiny bite every now  and then  from , just  the flavor  slipping past your lips, not a whole feast , of  a vocal or melodic  sip of  a little well aged, vintage  Ronson  or Hunter or  Bolan or Reed  even a little May…  goodies  that wouldn’t  taste out of place on any  classic Bowie  Album  at all.. and that isn’t easy  to do …  so organically, seamlessly  and  effortlessly as  my boy Jamie Holiday  and his  Nocturnal noisemakers of ears, fur , and fangs.

We came from the same places and occupied the same spaces growing up both physically and musically, maybe that’s why I’m really digging it so much, I’ve had it on full volume all week. Gift is definitely one to me, thanks Jaime and it isn’t even my birthday… YET…start saving up. The title track Big Rock record I just luv. The single  All over It and the chorus of C’mon Judy  are permanently burned into my brain and I don’t mind it one little bit it’s not like there’s anything else useful up there to worry about .

I’m going to have to start trying to catch up on all the work he’s done since we both got old enough to buy a drink without a fake ID like “My Dirty Blonde Life”, but it ain’t easy because I don’t want to take this one out!







All the beautiful art for my book and webpage was done for me by my dear friend Donna. if you want to know more about this fabulous lady and her work  you can read all about her at


Please drop by facebook  and see  what shes been dreaming up for us . For Donna everyday is Halloween

Original Fairy Art by Donna Antonucci. Fantasy Illustrator



73266_400086613401635_1764606561_n  I know I’ve been too busy working to spend any time here, but I’m too tired to sleep and to excited to go to bed !  It’s only a few days now until my memoir is on the virtual shelf, believe me when it is I will be posting  the link to buy it everywhere!

But until then ,what does is semi crazed, totally dazed girl to do? blog (45)[3]  Enjoy being ablog (10)[3]  for awhile, when they are bigger than you they don’t need so much MOMMING

Take a trip?  blog (2)  watch a movie? blog (8) and try to  blog (18)[3]  and maybe

blog (77)[3]well , maybe not QUITE that much blog (12)[3] take up  musical instrument ? blog (21)[3] though with me they are less a instrument of music than they are of torture, and I think the cops would be round even faster!

No, none of that Sherry    I’m afraid its all 1184504qjq2bhtiib     and plenty of this  blog (59)[3]

and then lots of these!blog (31)[3] maybe a FEW of These blog (4) Lord knows you kept the local liquor store in business writing this thing!

So for now I’m just  having a heart attack blog (63)[3] waiting for the news that its finally in the stores!  blog (81)[3]

So all my  millions… thousands?.. hundreds? of adoring fans… (okay, would you believe one creepy dude hiding in the bushes out side my house? )  Who have

been waiting their whole lives for this very moment will finally  be lining up in droves blog (87)[5]blog (87)[9]blog (87)[13]blog (87)[7]blog (87)[11]blog (87)[15]blog (87)[17]

in order to borrow it from the library  favs (7)   Who cares? its been a labor of love and  quite a ride

favs (79)[3]  and who knows? favs (49)[3]  It may all  just be starting !  No telling what will happen?

freaky (107)[3] once the wine gets spilled? freaky (73)[3]  “But its my life

and I will do what I like!”  A wise man once sang.

And fascinating things always happen when you take  the risk of exposing yourself freaky (45)[3] Its my philosophy!

The best  (or the worst) may be yet to come! Whatever happens next…

The one thing I don’t think going to be is boring! freaky (46)[3]

Well,  freaky (67)[3] for now. Be sure and say Hi if you get the notion! its gonna be a rough nother couple of days! LOL