My oldest friend in the world, Francesca Spero, died the day before yesterday. It is a very sad day for me and the music industry. She discovered Sean “P Diddy” Combs when he was an intern. She brought him to Def Jam Records and ultimately managed some of the biggest acts in Hip Hop. Someone more familiar with the music industry will have to give her a proper Hip Hop obituary.
We were friends from second grade on (P.S. 30, Rochdale Village). We did the club scene together “back in the day” and she was there for me when my dad died when I was 22. It is not true that none of your old friends from the party days are really our friends (*although we do need to avoid “people, places and things” if we’re addicts — I was the people, places and things). Most aren’t real friends but some prove to be true friends no matter what. Fran and I didn’t speak much when I was at my bottom. (I was busy bottom-feeding like a catfish for a few years and smart people stayed away from me to the extent they could.) We reunited when I got my life back on track in 1989.
She was a loving, generous woman, who was adored by an astounding number of people. She was known for her love of children. I always wanted her to be my kids’ godmother but she already had a full plate with her son, step-daughters and godchildren. She was also an amazing cook, and her house was a favorite for my family on the holidays. She leaves behind her father, brother and son, Giancarlo.
Here’s an article about her in USA Today. Fran USA Today