On the event of Madonna's upcoming 60th, legendary music exec Seymour Stein, 76, has written an unique memory of signing Madonna from his hospital mattress, an oft-told story, however one which not like human beings (even superhuman beings like Madonna) by no means will get previous …
Through Every day Mail:
Months earlier than, Mark had began dropping hints a few dancing magnificence who had launched herself to him at Danceteria, the number-one downtown New York membership. She charmed the pants off him, actually, and performed him a self-made demo of a music referred to as “All people.” He had reworked and revamped it and I used to be lastly listening to it.
By the point Madonna walked into my hospital room, my hair was good and I now not smelled like a farm laborer. In fact, she took one take a look at the tube caught into my pores and skin and squirmed. Not that she actually cared about my predicament. She’d come to get a file deal earlier than this previous file man croaked, alongside together with his cheque-signing hand.
She was all dolled up in low cost punky gear, a membership child who regarded absurdly misplaced in a cardiac ward. She wasn’t even thinking about listening to me say how a lot I favored her demo. “The factor to do now,” she stated, “is signal me to a file deal.” She then opened her arms and laughed. “Take me, I’m yours!”
She didn’t take lengthy to chop by way of the smalltalk. “And now,” she stated, “you give me the cash.”
“What?” I snapped, slightly irritated. I had no thought she was broke and hoping to depart the hospital with a cheque.
“Look, simply inform me what I’ve to do to get a f***ing file deal on this city!” she hit again, sounding deflated.
“Don’t fear, you’ve bought a deal,” I stated.
And the remainder is herstory.