Spector is in shit, wife smells like sweet success

Some one once said that success is like climbing a mountain of shit to reach one perfect rose only to find that when you’ve reached the top you’ve lost your sense of smell. It gets worse, the rose is plastic. Now Real Wife of Hollywood Rachelle Spector isn’t lamenting some illusory rose, She’s pining for the lose of husband Phil Spector – if her recent press statements are to be believed.
Spector was convicted for killing aging B actress Lana Clarkson in a messy murder and well publicized couple of trials (Covering them was among the final work done by Dominick Dunne for Vanity Fair. That had to have caused conflicted feelings for Dunne since Spector was a personal friend and his own daughter was a murdered actress.). Spector was found guilty of blowing Clarkson’s face off after a sex act got out of hand. Witness after witness testifying to Spector’s gun play as foreplay cinched it (Even his 2 oldest sons Louis and Gary testified against him!).

Though the world and the law sees Spector as guilty, Rachelle is still proclaiming his innocence. She even invited a journalist , Caroline Graham of the Sunday Mail, into the Spector inner sanctum – his 6 million dollar Alhambra ‘castle’ – recently for a 4 hour tour and to present the case for her husband’s innocence. During that visit Mrs. Spector made her arguments.
To be clear Rachelle not only maintains that her husband is not guilty, but that he didn’t shoot the woman (separate issues from a legal standpoint, since you can shoot some one and technically be not guilty, as in the case of an accident in which negligence plays no part for instance). She backs up Phil Spector’s story that Lana Clarkson accidentally killed herself, while playing around with Colt 45 pistol. Says Rachelle: “His prints were not on the gun, there was no gun residue on his hands, he had only one tiny fleck of blood on his shirt and he was wearing white. There was no way he could have done it.”
That’s a remarkable degree of commitment from a woman who met Spector after the killing (She claims that she didn’t know who he was but once she found out had complete faith in his innocence “He told me he didn’t do it and I believed him!”). She might even be expected to have some sympathy for Clarkson. Rachelle herself was a failed B movie actress (she did some extra work in Pirates of the Caribbean and of course has posed for Playboy. She’s also worked in the fast food industry.) and cocktail waitress who was picked up in the same manner. Spector left her a 400 dollar tip on a 20 dollar bar bill at the House Of Blues. A month after they were married he was charged.
So that leaves Rachelle puttering around her empty mansion and the world wondering how full of shit she is. Though Rachelle has kept his private office pretty much the same, she’s distracted herself by redecorating. That’s understandable, because as Rachelle herself says ‘I ripped up the carpet. It was red and had stains I couldn’t get out. I’m doing up the castle. Phillip hadn’t done much to this place for years. I’m giving it a more feminine feel.’ As Lady MacBeth might have observed, blood stains are really hard to budge. She also feeds Spector’s favorite pet iguanas – Godzilla, Laurel and Hardy, no doubt a reminder of her husband’s presence in the house. Says Rachelle of the lizards ‘He’d sit in here for hours and just watch them. I still feed them – but they are not my favourite animals’.


As for the world, it will have to go on wondering. Rachelle admits that she and Phil are very different people with very different tastes. ‘Phillip and I don’t like the same music. He always listened to classical stuff or his Sixties music, while I prefer Lady Gaga,’ she explains. However they did have some things in common. Phil’s generosity for instance. Rachelle still wears her monster 9 carat engagement ring. Perhaps it’s a more pleasant reminder of her husband than Laurel & Hardy. She also keeps her hand in the music business, when she’s not sorting out her husband’s estate (Like the 2 mill legal fee, not counting the cost of the appeal.). Says Rachelle ‘At the moment, I want to get my own music career off the ground.’ It’s just as well that she has her little projects, since Phil isn’t allowed conjugal visits (besides I doubt the penal institution enforced ‘safe sex would be to his taste.). ‘I know people question my motives in marrying Phillip and they call me a gold-digger. Well, let them. He and I know the truth.’ she says of the relationship which ironically might have been the plot of a film noir movie, another of their shared interests. Besides I wouldn’t worry too much about the world if I were Rachelle. I don’t think that the world minds very much if Phil wound up with the wife that he deserves.
Just like visiting day!

On a lighter note, everybody is aware that there is a new Sex And The City movie in the works. So everybody is probably curious about what Carrie Bradshaw and her girlfriend’s are up to. Well Wondertrash is proud to have scored a special sneak peak into the script (friends in low places), which is reprinted here. Enjoy:
The scene is Carrie and Samantha having cocktails at a fashionable New York City establishment. The girls are talking excitedly about their plans for the near future.
Carrie: Sam, a turkey baster? Are you serious?!
Samantha: Oh Carrie, stop being so uptight. It’s only a sperm delivery system. Just like men, only with zero relationship baggage! In a way it’s what I’ve been seeking in my many brief, meaningless liaisons. Can’t you be happy for me?
There now, wasn’t that a treat? Once science perfects the battery operated turkey baster she’ll never have to leave the house. On a side note, stay away from Kim Catrell’s place around Thanksgiving! I’m told the food has a funky flavor.
September 8, 2009
Categories: celebrity crime and pubishment, celebrity personality disorder, couples . . Author: AgentOrange . Comments: Leave a comment