By Pat Kane. First published on SEPTEMBER 30TH, 2017
AS the disco lights flash around the death of Hugh Hefner, founder of Playboy and all its mildly stained works, I have two stories about my tangential encounters with the soft-porn empire (other than some fumbly teenage memories). Granted, they may reveal as much about me as about the phenomenon itself.
The first is an admittedly terrible recollection. It’s 1989, and my brother and I are on a music-promotional tour of Germany. It’s not going well, and we irascibly rumble toward the final appointment of the day.