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When I first arrived in the Blade Runner 'esuqe city that New York was in 1990, I remember seeing this tall "Woman" with a bleach blonde flatop, horned rimmed sunglassed, in the dark of night, and glitter red lipstick, while dressed in a retro new wave look about 10 years before anyone thought it was cool to bring that back. She waltzed up to me and said, "Hi, I'm Page...who are you ?" My eyes opened a little wider and what was possible in this life became a little broader and I saw the world as a more beautiful place. Page never saw herself as a man or a woman or a transexual or anything in particular (as far as I know). She was just always Page, always there to horrify tourists, leave incomprehensible messages on answering machines, and engage in inspired acts of neighborhood terrorism. If she is to go, it will be the continuation of some process that seems to be homogenizing our lives. I miss the chaos. Before Amanda there was Page (and I worship them both)...and it was more than her body, it was and is her voice and spirit and extraterrestrial beauty. In the ten Years i knew her, I never once heard her speak ill of another person or judge anyone. Maybe the living in between genders was too painful. I don't know that she realized how much joy she brings people. I wish I could tell her.

In the first Clayworld play at Blacklips, she sang "Crazy". I'll never forget, Page on a stool, motionless, in sunglassess, as the backing tape started and the audience screamed PAGE !!!! she barely moved as she sang in a voice that sounded like it came from another planet. I had been working on a script for a couple years, and the main Charachter is based on visions Page Ice Scating in Rockefeller Center in mid August, trying desperately to stay warm.

Nomatter how bleak a day it started out as, a Page sighting could always set you right, or at least make you smile. I admire her strength mixed with extreme fragiltity. There is so much to be said for being strong, but in many ways, the braver route sometimes is when you are willing to be as fragile as you are. she sees the monkeys in the faces of the people in the offices as they become white noise, and beings like her make the monkeys more bearable. Like a little vacation. I just wanted to honor her for all that she has given me.

[This message was edited by Lily of the Valley on 07-24-02 at 06:32 AM.]
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