quote:But Dean somehow managed to put together a night for those of us who tended to just show up one at a time, sort of looking around at each other with a scowl that might be cruising, or not. So thank you Dean. I made friends. Not those on stage, but with fellow audience. Yes, I worshipped at the altar of Dean, Ethyl, Bunny, and even got to know some of you a bit - Hapi Phace, Tabboo, Linda Simpson. And then the one who became family - Chrysis. Too many memories. .... [But] just as a voice of "guy in the audience" - no, we probably never got a chance to tell you - but those of you still here - Hapi, Tabboo, Linda, Lily, Mistress Formika, Guy, JoJo, Connie, Daniel Cartier, and in memory - Chrysis, John Sex, Wendy Wild, Ethyl, Page - thank you. You were why we audience folk lived in NYC. And we had a blast. Dean, you pulled it all together....
Thanks, Chris C for that nice post that brought back so many memories for me. Gosh, I loved Chrysis. Who could ever forget her? "Let There Be Peace, and Let It Begin with Me." I'll never forget being backstage at Pyramid during Whispers one night and meeting the DelRubio Triplets to get my album autographed. There was Chrysis in all her lame' glory, in full-blown costume change, telling the DelRubio's: "Hey, triplets, meet the twins!" Great lady, a legend. I'll never forget "Night of a 1000 Dianas." I forgot who won but it went on forever, and every performance was dead on, capturing something (not quite sure what at times!) of Miss Ross' shall we say demanding persona! I even got into the "act" occasionally as my low-rent homage to Dusty Springfield--Dusty Stringcheese--I'll always remember how excited I was to mount that fabled stage with my backup "girl" Bobbi Jo!
Thanks, everyone. Reading these posts have brought back many happy memories for me, some of which I had nearly forgotten.
Nice piece on Dean in the Style section of the Times today. Allow me the honor of linking it here:
Sorry, couldn't get it to post but I'm sure someone else is already on the case.