Many years ago ( early to mid 70’s….I’m old, too) I dated and subsequently lived with, for a period of time, a young lady who was “well-connected” in the music industry here in Los Angeles. Her initial exposure came from dating an accomplished sound engineer (subsequently, an accomplished producer), but she subsequently met and dated some very notable performers.
I wouldn’t call her a groupie however. She had a job (a Playboy bunny) and interests outside of the music business. Her life goal was not to party with the stars at any cost by perhaps providing favors (sex and/or drugs) as some groupies certainly do, but because she was very pretty, and quite nice and friendly, she (and I, by association) were frequently provided free albums, tickets to live shows including back stage passes as well as invitations to parties and gatherings.
If however, you would consider her a groupie, then I guess you can call me a groupie of a groupie, tho I didn’t date/live with her because of her music connections (tho I certainly benefitted from them) Rather, I befriended her simply because she was very pretty and quite nice and friendly. And, by the way, we remain very good friends to this day.
Now to throw in a little twist, she and the sound engineer mentioned above, actually met at a automobile race track where he was a fan and she the daughter of an accomplished race car driver. I do not specifically know his impetus for dating her, other than, of course, the obvious….she was very pretty and quite nice and friendly. If his real reason was to meet her father and rub elbows with the racing scene (in whiich I also benefitted, by the way), then you could conceivably label me a music/racing groupie of a music groupie of an racing groupie who happened to be in the music industry. Phew! Whatever, the net result is, I have met, (and in several cases still consider good friends) many of the biggest names in the music business and racing world.
See ya….Gary/wtf