Rolling Stone Contributing Editor Erik Hedegaard got to sit on Jack Nicholson’s toilet and gaze into Marlon Brando’s yard during his interview with Nicholson for the current issue. For this and many other reasons discussed in further detail in the story (on stands Friday; it’s the one with Jack’s sparkling mug on the cover) our writer may never be the same.
• Jack calls the hours between two and four in the morning his “ass-scratching hours”
• Jack claims never to have bought a condom, but explains, “if I needed a porn picture or something like that, my staff normally does that kind of shopping for me.”
• Jack can’t remember the word “monogamous,” presumably from lack of use in … life
• Jack estimates that, in terms of age of sexual partners, he’s “covered the territory from twenty-one to sixty-one” in the last year
Also in the issue: Contributing Editor Jenny Eliscu hangs with pop hermit Ray LaMontagne, we ponder the actual meaning behind the lyrics to Fergie’s “London Bridge,” and Robert F. Kennedy Jr. wonders: “Will the Next Election Be Hacked?”