Denver's newest celebrity -- Daisy Graves, semi-finalist for the heart of Poison's Brett Michaels on Rock of Love II, almost fucked her way to the top. Well, if by the top you mean being chosen from a house full of attention-starved, drama-drunk reality-TV contestants as the (most likely) throwaway squeeze of a man who (presumably) had eyeliner tattooed on his lids in the '80s. But Every Rose Has Its Thorn, and sadly, Graves was passed over for Ambre, despite having acquiesced to Michaels's request to Lay Your Body Down. "I Won't Forget You" was her only consolation prize, the poor Fallen Angel.
Michaels sent Daisy packing after discovering that she'd hung out and was friendly with members of his band ("and the opening band and the opening, opening band") on several occasions and yet never made an attempt to introduce herself to "this guy that you're trying to tell that you absolutely want to live with and love and be with for the rest of your life."
Michaels could've saved himself a lot of heartache if only he had read this 2004 Seraphim Shock feature, "State of Shock," in which Graves talks about meeting and hanging out with a far cooler member of Poison.
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"I'm a dancer at Shotgun Willie's, and we did a promotional thing for the Poison show at Fiddler's Green last summer with Vince Neil and Skid Row. So I got to go to the show, and when Poison came out on stage, C.C. Deville walks right over to where I'm sitting and started waving. Afterwards, me and this other girl were talking to Vince Neil outside of his tour bus, when in walks C.C., going, 'Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you.'"
"He wants her. It's hilarious," [Charles] Edward says. "We were in the studio, and Daisy's in the sound booth cutting tracks when the phone rang. It was fucking C.C. Deville. You can't mistake his voice. Now he leaves messages on our phone; you ought to hear them. He's a spaz."
"When I can get past the whole fact that I'm a girl and he just wants to fuck me," adds Graves, "when I can actually have a conversation with him, he's really sweet."
"If it wasn't C.C. Deville, I would reach through the phone and kill this guy," finishes Edward. "He's so rock-and-roll. I want him to be our fucking guitar player. He'd fit great on the new CD."
Edwards is, of course, the now-reality-famous-by-promiscuous-extension ex-lover, ex-roomate and ex-bandmate of Graves's from her days in Seraphim Shock. Here she is, looking a little less...shall we say...improved?
Hip tip:To see Daisy's emotional dismissal, click on "video info" button below and scroll the playback bar to 2:10.
-- Sean Cronin