There was a part where they showed her recording a track in the studio, and she had the Cars’ 1978 record hanging on the wall.

Dig, dig, dig, let’s see who Shake It Up model is. lol. I’ve always thought it was Bebe Buell, but I’m sure if it was her it would’ve been mentioned somewhere.

Then on 1999 Cars Documentary, Elliot and David both expressed their distaste and “misleading representation” from that album cover. Elliot made fun of her lips and smile, even said he colored in her teeth. Ric said he liked it, especially the “sperm colored” steering wheel.

Now, we need to find out who posed for their 1981 Shake It Up album cover, and see what kind of interesting life she’s lead.

;0)

The Great Bear (Big Dipper) [surname Medvedeva origins from "Bear"]
Natalia Medvedeva was out of favour with anyone

She really was out of favour with all: show biz, underground, radio, Limonov [her last husband], literature, life…

“We grieve for so early gone Natalya Medvedeva, our remarkable poet, friend and like-minded person. Natasha was a wonderful woman. Really brilliant Natalia stood upon her rights for her own opinion and her own voice whenever and wherever. She left for USA when she was just 17, Limonov took her from US to Paris when she was 23. Paris became the second motherland for Natasha. Here she formed into an artist; here she sang, loved, was friends and wrote. Here her debut book of poems “The Last 16th December 1989″ was issued. Natasha loved Paris and visited it at any opportunity. It was March 1999 the last time when she’s been here. It was a grand occasion for us – we always missed her. Her talent, energy and love of life served as a spring of inspiration and belief for us. Now her soul is free. We only have to cry and pray for her.” (Obituary written by her Paris friends: French and Russian immigrant artists and musicians)

The obituary never have been published in Moscow. “This is pops!” – they said in a newspaper which used to publish cultural obituaries. Yellow papers lied about sex, drugs and rock’n'roll. TV recalled as Limonov’s wife, Pugacheva’s protege, a troublemaker and a “woman with beard”.

Natalia herself promoted such image – she liked glamour, liked to present in public, in gossips, on TV screen. “Swear, please,” – young journalists would ask her, and she sweared. Beyond a delicate person was concealed, an original writer and brilliant singer whose songs never had airplay and bohemian underground rejected her live performances. Natalia was out of favour with all. “Leave your demo to my girls”, – Kostya Ernst [an influencial Russian producer] would smile dissapearing in a party crowd. “Rock’n'Roll is played another way,” – a DJ Kozyrev would teach her, – “then you’ll reach our radio!” “I wanted to help her but scared,” – producer Troytsky regret now.

To help her, whose portrait was put on the Cars debut album cover? To help her, who was dying every night together with Alyosha Dimitrievich in a luxurious Paris cabaret Chez Raspoutine to the applause of Serge Gainsbourg? To help her, who was playing rock’n'roll for 8 years with Tribunal and NATO bands?

It is dull without Medvedeva. It’s boring without her deep voice in the handset, without her booming laughter and discussing of the whole lot – from literature to providing hot water into her workshop. During her 44 years Natalya lived four lives – St.Petersburg’s, American, Paris’s and Moscovitan one. She described them all in her novels as well as became a character of somebody else’s books. Limonov had formed her personality but further she wanted “to live her own legend”. Not only Natalya used to sing, to drink or to write – she’d managed to reconcile Maximov and Sinyavsky, the leaders of two implacable Russian immigrant parties who finally published together a protest letter against shooting down of Russian Government House in 1993. She found her fame in Russia, she also found her love here – a musician Sergey Vysokosov, but Russia ruined her at last. “Sometimes I feel a stranger here,” – Natalya used to say. “As if I were a detached onlooker. I fall beyond neither literary nor musical space, nor the very space.”

We weren’t close friends – such persons usually have a few friends. Her company left in Paris together with her youth and easiness of life. “That Medvedeva was an unbearable bitch was well-known fact. Addicted to drinking bouts and fits of hysteria and so on. She was awkward and didn’t know how to fit to the society. She was ready madly love or hate at the drop of a hat. She was sure an exhibitionist. She was a good singer, a lonely woman, a true artist, a pretty girl and despite of her revelries she was a faithful in her own way woman,” – her close friend French writer Thierry Marignac writes. “Natasha wanted us to disperse her ashes over Moscow, Los Angeles, Paris and St.Petersburg,” – a literary critic Emma Dubinskaya recalls. ” But we found out it’s prohibited to transport human ashes on board. It’s also prohibited to bring ashes into the church so we’ve hidden it under the table as soon as we entered the church on Rue Daru. Moreover, it’s prohibited to disperse human ashes in what place soever. So we gathered by Seine where Cite and Henry IV of France monument are situated, the very heart of Paris and we dispersed her ashes near Pont des Arts. Then we came to a luxurious mansion which owner, an architect arranged a funeral banquet. There were a few people but all of them talked good of her, listened to her music and decided to make a book tribute to such Natasha Medvedeva whom nobody knew in Russia.”

It’s not easy to remind Natalya – The Great Bear shines too brightly – Mark Luchek, an owner of legendary cabaret Balalayka called her so.