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Sad news from Linda Simpson:

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I'm sad to report that John Serna died earlier this week.
Many of you will remember him as a happy-go-lucky guy who loved hanging out at clubs and parties, roller-blading, laughing, checking out cute guys and dancing. He was a great friend to drag queens (he's pictured with Lurleen), no doubt from having been practically raised at the Pyramid and Boybar and being roommates for a couple of years with Flloyd.
John was from Colombia and his family has arranged a Catholic memorial service on Tuesday.
Adios, John, you were a delight, a bright light in the big city...
Linda Simpson
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I am glad that you posted this Daddy, as my server somehow deleted Linda's email to me before I could read more than the subject header (don't ask.)

John was indeed a beauty. A great personality, a perennial smiling face, and quick to support all the beautiful things we do in nightlife. I truly feel blessed that we crossed paths at many many venues over the years.
Zapatista Rebel leader - Comandante Ramona, guerilla and activist in Chiapas died last wk. She really was a true revolutionary of the mayan plight.... fighting for greater rights of the indigenous people and protesting at Mexicos involvement in the North American free Trade agreement. It was she who was sent to the first peace talks with the Mexican government. Since she was in San Christobal and the local having to walk 12hrs for hospital treatment poor Ramona didn't survive when her kidneys failed last week.
Todos Somos Marcos y Todos Somos Ramona!
Another one gone from our community.
The Baroness was found dead in her apartment today. I don't know how she died.

This is NOT the fetish designer Baroness, this is The Baroness associated with Susanne Bartsch, especially in the glory days of the Copa in the late eighties.
I always thought The Baroness' drag was brilliant. She was always the Grande Damme.
When we toured with Susanne through Europe in the 90's, The Baroness and I were often roomates.
Although she lived her last years as a man I'll always remember her as a great lady.
I have great pictures of her (I have to dig tthem up) but this is The Baroness.

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Gene Pitney, 65, American songwriter, found dead in hotel room in Cardiff, Wales. A Hartford, CT native, Pitney was the composer of "Town Without Pity", "He's a Rebel", "Hello Mary Lou" among many other seminal early rock 'n roll songs.
His groundbreaking 1963 song, "Mecca" featured the Indian sitar two full years before the Beatles began exploring the use of that instrument.
Rock on, Rockville Rocket!
This From one of the best DJs in New York,
Die J Mars.
(He didn't know about thiis topic and I moved it here).

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John D was my best friend in life and I am really shaken up by his sudden death. He brought me out to spin his Sinners' Ball in San Francisco for the past two summers and I was all excited to see him again this year.

We all had our own relationships with him but let me tell you mine. See, I met John in NYC when I was guest djing some small party with Robert Xian at the Pyramid back around 98 and we hit it off. He was a very hospitable guy with a lot of friends. It seemed like on any given night he could round up at least 8 people after the clubs closed down to go get something to eat in East Village. Anyways, years passed but John and me stayed in touch. I was going through a hellish time in my life up in Toronto with the break up of a big relationship, a fallen business, a bad downwards spiral of drinking and drugs. I was a suicidal wreck and somehow John D convinced me to come to NYC, set me up with a place to live (for free) and hooked me up with dj gigs, friends, etc. He was my angel even back then. I always thought, "what's this guy's catch?" And after knowing him for the past 8 years I can safely say there was no catch, John was just a great guy who cared about his friends. When things got good, he hid in the shadows too because he just wanted to see the scene become alive and he wanted his friends to be happy in whatever it was they wanted. It was John who got me sober, gave me a life and made it all worth it. I remember spinning to a packed audience in The Limelight at the Black and Blue Ball (maybe 5 years ago) and he came up to me and jokingly said "you made it." I had to correct him and say "no dude, we made it" because if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have even come to NYC. He never wanted anything in return for anything either. I can say he always wanted to be a chef and he got the greatest job being one that he ever wanted plus a great apartment, a few motorcylces and a great girlfriend (Jen) who he was with till the end. John D was happy and he'd be happy to know you missed him too. I'm sure there will be some sort of wake in the NYC area and I'll let you know when I do (see www.byte-nyc.com for July). There's not enough words to write about this great guy.

I was ready for a lot but not this. John D, REST IN PEACE my friend. You'll always be missed.

sincerely,


Die J! Mars
(House of Field)
www.diejmars.com
Hi everyone,

There will be a memorial service for John D. Sade this Sunday at 9 pm at Byte. It will be
held on the rooftop patio of the Delancey Lounge (168 Delancey Street--at the foot of the
Williamburg Bridge, NYC).
http://www.BYTE-NYC.com
Please come out and pay your respects to the man who touched so many and constantly helped our scene (throwing Sin City in NYC and San Francisco, starting up Gomorrah, booking industrial bands like Slick Idiot at
The Bank, working with Neville at the Batcave, throwing parties at Pyramid, assisting Xris
Flam with SMack during fetish marathon week, starting up The San Francisco Marathon week,
giving all his friends like D'Drennan their first live performance gigs, pushing all the local photographers' works internationally, BEING A GREAT FRIEND to all, etc. etc.
etc.). Like I said in a previous post, there is not enough words to praise this guy properly and he will be deeply missed. Hope to see you Sunday!

Sincerely,

Die J! Mars


John D. 1969-2006 R.I.P.
http://www.SMack-Fetish.com/john-d.html
STEVE IRWIN - the crocodile hunter -
My son was rather shocked by the tragic death of the fave kids tv animal conservationist Steve Irvin, whom I believe really and truly loved animals and had a real passion to teach that to the kids.
My kid thought for a moment and said, "But mum it's good cos we have lots of recordings of him so we can remember him" He then pauses for a moment and said " Do you have any recordings of your friend who just died (Adam Goldstone) so you can remember him too??" and it made me really smile
"Yes!... yes i do... he made mummy loads of great CDs and actually recorded his own stuff to. So yes you are right it's not so sad after all as they left us so much"
Right on! Out of the mouth of babes!
This from Pops Steiner:

I'm sad to report that legendary performer Craig Vandenburg passed away from liver cancer last night. Craig did his hilarious, boozy, washed up lounge singer schtick at every downtown club, often appearing with John Sex as his show biz father. In fact, there is a video of John and Craig at the Pyramid by Nelson Sullivan on the Funtone website.
John Sex Videos at Funtone

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He was known as The Adonis From Paramis. John made it crystal clear that Craig was an essential inspiration. I worked sound the (only?) night that Craig did a solo at Pyramid. The build up was terrific, largely because of John. And CV was amazing, walking several tightropes at once, so good at being so-bad-it's-good, yet if you watched closely, incredibly well-grounded in showbiz-ship. I have thought of this night many times over the years and talked of it.

Sad.

Do we know more--how old? Was he living okay in recent years?
I am saddened about Craig, a showbiz genius, who I knew and adored. He left some mighty big and sparkling footprints as his legacy.

I am also saddened by this report:

Local Activist/Reporter/Filmmaker Killed In Oaxaca, Mexico

Bradley Will,36, died on October 27th, after being shot in the chest by government forces in Ciudad Oaxaca while covering the uprising as an independent journalist.

As of this writing, the Oaxaca rebellion threatens to escalate and spread to other Mexican states.

Some of the East Village denizens on these boards may remember him for his involvement in the famous Fifth Street Squat Rebellion in the late 90's which ultimately secured eleven buildings neglected by the City for their sweat equity tenants. He was also a member of the More Gardens group which helped save many of the vestpocket gardens in Alphabet City. Will was not only a local activist, but also had a deep-seated interest in Latin American political situation. He truly lived-- and died-- for what he believed in, and I tip my hat to him.
It was sad I thought that Robert Altman died, thought he was quite an interesting director and character. I particularly loved The Player which came out in the year that I was in a career that sent me out to LA each month to pitch the studio heads... i HATED IT and that movie really resonated on how stupid and fake it all was!
Another RIP VIP this wk was the wonderful Perry Henzell, a man I had met in Jamaica a number of times - a real bright iconoclast. Director of the legendary cult classic The Harder They Come (a movie that put Jimmy Cliff on the map). Perry was 70, died of cancer in his Jamaican home, on the eve of his showing his latest film at a Toronto Film Festival. 'Nuff Respect mi lion!
http://www.jamaica-gleaner.com/gleaner/20061201/ent/ent2.html
The uprising that Bradly Will got caught in in Oaxaca has been very little covered in any press in the States. It is a classic Mexican event pitting the local population against the city, state and federal government that has no real interest in the local citizens. It has been a struggle lasting over 70 years at this point. The recent violence has been some of the worst, on the largest scale in quite a while, and pervades the whole city. Occasionally you may hear something about it on WBAI but practically no where else.

From Indymedia.com:

Oaxaca is a contentious state, with conflicts in towns, on public and communal lands. Assassinations each year number between 20 and 30. The state has 570 municipalities, but in 2004, 750 cases of agrarian conflict.

Ulises Ruiz Ortiz (URO)-the state governor who is reputed to have won election via illegal means- has united the people of Oaxaca – in opposition to him, and to the Institutional Revolutionary Party (PRI, in its Spanish initials), which has maintained a strangle-hold on Oaxaca for more than seventy years, maintaining caciquismo (the power of local political bosses) and aggravating the agrarian conflicts to divide the people. Selling their votes to the PRI is how towns obtain what should be rightfully theirs, including schools and educational supplies.

The uprising has drawn together a wide and loose coalition of students, teachers unions, workers organizations, anarchists and a large contingent of disenfranchized youths. They face special federal riot police, federal troops and right wing paramilitary private armed bands financed by the state governor. The recent violence is citywide and very deadly.

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I really wonder how much Will knew about the depth and degree of violence he was walking in to.
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A great and profound loss to the entire poetry community.

[From Wikipedia]

Sekou Sundiata, (b. Harlem 1948 - d. July 18, 2007) born Robert Feaster, was an African-American poet and performer, as well as a professor at New York City's New School. His students include musicians Ani DiFranco and Mike Doughty; his plays include The Circle Unbroken is a Hard Bop, The Mystery of Love, Udu, and The 51st Dream State. He also released several albums, including Longstoryshort (Righteous Babe Records) and The Blue Oneness of Dreams (Mouth Almighty label). His subjects included Jimi Hendrix, Nelson Mandela, and reparations for slavery. Word of Mr. Sundiata's death came after a series of reports that he was in grave condition and on life support in a Westchester hospital after suffering two heart attacks. He had been afflicted with but survived other health crises for many years, including kidney failure, a transplant, pneumonia, and a broken neck from an automobile accident.

Sekou Sundiata recorded and performed his poetry with such renowned musicians as Craig Harris, Nona Hendryx, David Murray, and Vernon Reid, as well as with Henry Grimes in duo at the Vision Festival of 2OO6. His plays include "A Circle Unbroken Is a Hard Bop," "The Mystery of Love," and "Udu." Mr. Sundiata was a Sundance Institute Screenwriting Fellow, a Columbia University Revson Fellow, a Master Artist-in-Residence at the Atlantic Center for the Arts in Florida, the first Writer-in-Residence at the New School University in New York, and a professor at Eugene Lang College.

Among his students was folk-rocker Ani DiFranco, whose Righteous Babe label released Sekou's CD "Longstoryshort." DiFranco has said that Sekou Sundiata "taught me everything I know about poetry," and the two performed together in 23 cities during her Rhythm and News Tour in 2OO1. In 2OO3, Sundiata toured the U.S. again, performing his one-man theatrical piece "Blessing the Boats," a chronicle of his five-year battle with kidney failure, blending monologues, readings, stand up comedy, spoken word, and storytelling, with recorded music and video projections. The poet's latest theatrical piece, "the 51st (dream) state," is a multi-media music-theater performance, Sekou Sundiata's contemplation of America's national identity, its power in the world, and its guiding mythologies. He has also been featured twice on Russell Simmons' Def Poetry Jam on HBO.

Television journalist Bill Moyers, who featured Sekou Sundiata in the PBS series on poetry, "The Language of Life," has said of Sekou that his work "comes from so many places it is impossible to name them all. But I will wager that if we could trace their common origin, we'd arrive at the headwaters of the soul. Listen carefully and he'll take you there." Wrote Amiri Baraka: "Sekou is one of the most distinctive and original DJALI (Poet, Historian, Musician Signifier) doing it. Sekou is Pre-Griot, meaning in the ancient tradition of 'The Gleeman.' Serious as light overhead in darkness."
That is a hard hit to take. A truly vigorous voice, always doing culturework, not willing to commercialize for the White Order, not so quietly defiant and very sage. On a double bill with him at the Kitchen produced by Emily XYZ and Edwin Torres, he later remarked to a mutual friend that I was the star. It made a shiver run up my back. He's left us some great WORD.
Also very sorry to hear this news.

I received this today, thought it might be of interest

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The Bowery Poetry Club
308 Bowery, NYC 10012 || 212.614.0505
betw. Bleecker & Houston, across from CBGB's
F or V to 2nd Ave / 6 to Bleecker St.

Saturday July 28 3-5pm


Sekou Sundiata Praise Day at the Bowery Poetry Club "SHORTSTORYLONG"

Gather to praise share further remember forget bring up stories recite poems perform dreams discover new loves energize yourself continue invent greet tolerate lie dance.

We'll play Sekou's CDs and watch his videos, and there will be as many poems for him as there is room for.

For more info write walt@bowerypoetry.com

Donations may be made in the name of Sekou Sundiata to the New York Organ Donor Network or to the National Kidney Foundation.
RIP Mrs. Astor. I enjoyed the Goodie Girls' recollection yesterday:
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today we got the
news that Brooke Astor had died. We admired Brooke Astor as a great
lady and great New Yorker who did much good for many. In one of her
columns--we think it was in Vanity Fair in the late 90s--she lamented
that among the many things we've allowed to slip away in this country
is formality. She lamented the fact that we immediately use first names
when meeting new people. The reason she gave for lamenting that change
was not a snooty one. It was, she explained, that by allowing everyone
that kind of informality off the bat, we have lost the pleasure of
saying, "Call me Brooke," as a sort of gift to a new person to whom
we've taken an immediate liking. She was right. It would be nice to be
able do that still, and if that were possible, we would ask all of you
to please call us Romy and Foxy.

In memory of Brooke Astor,

Ms. Ashby and Ms. Kidd
It's not so much of a surprise is it.

After the demise of his lifeblood, and its conversion in to just being a t-shirt on millions of people who never got within a mile of the place.

The place is still empty though, isn't it.

I wonder what happens to the Vegas franchise plans now.

History was just too heavy over his head.

If you think about it, he probably had more of a lasting major influence on culture than any major cultural institution in this city!

I'm gonna go down some whiskey and light up right now, its time to toast him big.
From Jim Fouratt:

Hilly Kristal and the CBGB legacy

CBGB's was an extended family and a cultural frontier. Hilly was the dad at the door behind BG eying who came and who paid and who did not. Louise was the tireless booker and she held the telephone frontline. Lisa and Robert the real children grew up in and around the club. No one who observed her can ever forget his first wife, the hectoring, seemingly crazy one, who would pop up when ever she needed money or his last companion who gave her heart to her teddy bear of a man. Plus all the musician foster kids who passed through the club's back stage door.

Hilly was also a shrewd businessperson and knew how to make the filthy, sacred club into the ground zero of original rock'n'roll. CBGB's out lived Max's and all the others that came to steal CBGB's thunder and disappeared one after another as Hilly kept his doors open, the beer cold and the sound system first class. The intimacy between the waist high stage and the fans was unlike any other club. A band never knew if record executive Seymour Stein, or manager Danny Fields, the writer Lisa Robertson or the dean of rock critics Robert Christgua or artists like John Lennon or Lucinda Williams or Hal Wilner were in the room. (and this usually made up for the paltry pay based on low cost door receipts)...those folks usually hung out near Hilly in the back far from on stage view.

Everyone used the same foul smelling, exposed space, gender free bathrooms. Many an adventure and right of passage began on that stairway between the stage and those bathrooms. The hieroglyphics left by thousands of bands, like pups, that had to stain the wall with their names on every surface of the club, made a post-modern location deconstruction wet dream. CBGB'S was, like Max's in the 60's, Studio 54 in the 70's and Danceteria in the 80's a cultural and nightlife essential stop any night of the year. Like Mickey Ruskin (Max's, Steve Rubell (Studio 54) Larry Levant (Paradise Garage), Hilly put his personal imprint on a cultural institution that shouted New York and was ground zero for style, taste and music.

Even if he would rather had listened to Blue Grass, Hilly knew what was authentic from fake... and on any night of the week you could see and judge for your self. Who you saw and heard at CBGB might never be seen or heard again. It was a roll of the dice. You could have been present the night that Suicide, Television, Hot Lunch, Patti Smith, the Black Rock Coalition, Dean and the Weenies, The Stilettos, Blondie, the Stimulators, DNA, Glenn Branca, the Talking Heads, Helen Wheels, the Student Teachers or any number of either puck or art rock bands played. Their music made NYC and CBGB's the center of modern rock music. Or you could have had to endure the sounds of completely forgettable bands from anywhere in the world as they were "born again" by the music ritual of performing on the CBGB's stage.

If hilly knew and liked you, he would quietly tip you off in advance when something special just might happen.

Hilly kept in step with the cultural turns as the century came to a close with the addition of an art gallery and acoustic room next door and in the basement a lounge room for dj trance culture and romance. Hilly is now gone and the downtown music clubs that mattered are almost all in the graveyard of memory buried by the brutal assault of real estate, greed and drugs on the creative heartbeat of downtown NY.

But CBGB's influence still bleeds into the fantasy life of any kid, boy or girl, white or of color, straight or gay or unsure who thought that picking up a guitar or writing a poem like Patti to sing or scream was the path to their own kind of soul music. CBGB's spirit will not die. Blessed be Hilly. You are indelible in the cultural history of music that matters anywhere. What a legacy! I trust I will still be able to buy that CBGB t-shirt to strut at any age my identification with the beautiful art of noise and downtown otherness.
I did enjoy this obit in the Independent

Sammy Duddy
Belfast paramilitary and drag artist
Published: 19 October 2007
Sammy Duddy, political activist, drag artist and poet: born Belfast 1945; twice married; died Belfast 17 October 2007.

Sammy Duddy was a colourful Belfast character who combined membership of one of the city's most lethal paramilitary groups with a career as "Samantha", a highly suggestive drag act.

In the 1970s, he was by day a propagandist for the Ulster Defence Association (UDA), the extreme Protestant group which was responsible for the killings of hundreds of Catholics. By night, however, he appeared on Belfast's limited but vibrant cabaret circuit, presenting a ribald act in loyalist pubs and clubs dressed in fishnet tights, wig and heavy make-up.

As well as appearing on stage, he also appeared in court, in 1990 serving almost a year in prison on remand before the authorities dropped a charge of possessing documents likely to be useful to terrorists. An unlikely loyalist terrorist, he was never, so far as is known, a frontline gunman or bomber. Despite his mild manner, his acceptance within this particularly butch organisation was helped by his street reputation for being handy with his fists.

He functioned in the 1970s as editor of the UDA's almost embarrassingly crude magazine, which never approached the sophistication of the material produced by republican organisations. For a time he served as one of the UDA's public relations officers. He was not seen as a leading figure within the UDA, but he was regarded as useful in a grouping which had few members with any literary bent. In 1983, he produced a volume of poetry, Concrete Whirlpools of the Mind.

He was a familiar figure at the UDA's east Belfast headquarters, working closely with the organisation's leaders when it was at the height of its activities and had a membership of many thousands. He was known as a jester within the UDA, with a ready fund of adult jokes.

He once said of his drag act:

I wore a miniskirt many a time, but it was usually a long dress, a straight black wig, a pair of falsies and loads of make-up to cover my freckles. The darker the mascara the better – and scarlet lipstick, because I was a scarlet woman.

The charge which put Duddy behind bars related to security force documents on republicans which were leaked to the UDA, and which the organisation attempted, with little success, to use to target IRA members. He later dropped out of sight but reappeared in recent years, becoming active both in the UDA and in loyalist community groups. He helped out in the organisation's faltering and so far unsuccessful efforts to develop a political wing along the lines of Sinn Fein.

In that role he became embroiled in a number of the violent feuds which have convulsed the UDA in recent years. Regarded as a moderate in UDA terms, he found himself on the opposite side of the argument to more extreme figures such as Johnny "Mad Dog" Adair. On one occasion, Duddy's home was attacked with a pipe bomb, while on another shots were fired into it. While he was uninjured, his pet chihuahua, Bambi, was hit by gunfire and died.

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From The Baroness

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Today I am writing with sad news. My friend Eric Greg, known to most of you as our previous Fetish Retinue door bitch, died this Monday, November 26th. Eric and I met many years ago when I introduced myself to the impeccably turned-out gentleman, decked out extravagantly in exquisite 1940s attire. I knew he shared my philosophy: Any Occasion to Dress is An Occasion to Overdress. Once I began my Fetish Retinue party over 8 years ago, he was an obvious choice for the door with responsibility for deciding just who was fabulous enough for free entry. For such a petite man, he was most forceful at guarding his post. I will miss him.

Eric Rebitsky, also know as Prince Elias (his title in The Imperial Court), is survived by his mother, Natalie Rebitsky, and two dogs: Ethyl and Talulah. There will be a graveside service this Friday, November 30th, at 11 am,at the New Montefiore Cemetery in Farmingdale (about 1 hour away from New York City, call 631 249 7000 for directions).

Condolences can be sent to Mrs Rebitsky at 5010 Nob Hill Road #101, Sunrise, Florida, 33351. A nice way to show your respects would be to send donations in his name to Gods Love We Deliver, either online at http://www.godslovewedeliver.org/donate_home.html or by mail: 166 Avenue of The Americas, New York, New York 10013 (212 294 8142)

This means my annual holiday cocktail party, scheduled for this Friday, will be postponed. However, my Holiday Fetish Retinue Party will go on as planned this Sunday, December 2nd. It will be especially festive, in honor of Eric.
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Posted by Anna Nicole earlier this evening, moved from Another New York forum:

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I just heard that Baird Jones from Webster Hall died. Suddenly.

I can't help get shocked at the many sudden deaths I've heard about of late. People my age just seemingly dropping dead. I saw Baird just a 2wks ago and he didn't seem at all sick or anything... really shocking.
http://www.nydailynews.com/gossip/2008/02/22/2008-02-22...ones_dead_at_53.html

Gossip reporter, celebrity art collector and club promoter extraordinaire Baird Jones died in his Greenwich Village apartment Thursday night.

He was 53.

The cause of death was not immediately known, but police said there were no signs of foul play and no drugs in the apartment.

A friend of his told the Daily News that Jones, the son of People magazine co-founder Cranston Jones, recently complained about being "sick as a dog."

In 1995, while covering Arthur Miller's 80th birthday for The News, Baird Jones asked the playwright about the most intimate details of his relationship with Marilyn Monroe. Miller, fists clenched, chased him out of the party.

After graduating from the Buckley School and Columbia University and earning several advanced degrees, Jones became one of the city's first club promoters, working the door at Studio 54 in its prime. Most recently, he was a curator at Webster Hall.
Dody Goodman, Dody Goodman

I was saddened to see that Dody Goodman passed away (age 93). I loved her on Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman where she played the ditzy, dizzy mother. And that voice. She was so vaudeville.

She started out as a serious ballet dancer and in her NYT obit there is a reference to her still being able to do a high kick over her head at age 85; Work!
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There is an excellent documentary about Stax Records where Hayes was a resident producer/writer/artist that shows his brilliant non-conformist career in sharp relief. The whole label was a kind of anti-Motown aesthetic and the documentary has a lot of footage from the Wattstax event. The whole label was one of the early totally self-determining efforts to crash through the White Order's recording business monolith ( and Stax was founded by a small clique of southern white folk! ). They had a brilliant recording formula that put the bass and drums/rhythm section on top of the mix which went against everyone else's production laws at the time. Hayes was one of the artists that took the label into outerspace as far as wide spread popularity goes. He really changed many later artist's approaches to recording.
I don't know if it's the same documentary that you talk about Seven, but I saw a docu on PBS where I live about the history of Stax records. I loved it and I love the Stax sound, the show had a lot of Otis Redding in it.

RIP Isaac Hayes,, love your music and talent.

PS-I once saw an episode of the UK"s Graham Norton where Hayes was the guest. Hayes was cool.
French Quarter residents and her many fans mourn the passing today of Ruth Moulton aka Ruthie the Duck Girl..

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"For almost 50 years, she has been a living, loopy, ambulatory French Quarter landmark: Miss Ruthie the Duck Girl, a sidewalk sideshow followed by waddling water fowl and wide-eyed tourists. For a while, she was Ruthie on wheels, roller-skating to the beat of a different drummer. And she's also been Ruthie the wild bride of the streets, trailing veils as she makes her rounds, cadging beers and smokes "for later," smilingly sweet one moment, cursing a blue streak the next. ...Outlandish and capricious, she's the last of the great Quarter characters, an eccentric on a scale both lowly and grand..."
~ David Cuthbert, The Times Picayune


http://www.eccentricneworleans.com/ruthie.htm

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not sure any/many of you m'boarders knew him
but it's with such sadness and thru many tears
that i post this picture of my dear friend,
Stephen O. Price aka the Stevelady.

the original miss trannyshack from 1996.
an elegant, glamourous, wonderful human being.
so funny. SO fierce!!!
succumbed to cancer yesterday afternoon.
RIP, la lady... i'll miss you so much.

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John Lyon Burnside III, longtime partner of Mattachine Society founder Harry Hay, died peacefully in San Francisco on September 14 at the age of 91. The cause of death was an extremely aggressive form of glioblastoma brain cancer. Hay, who many consider the founder of the modern gay liberation movement, died in 2002 at the age of 90 from a tumor in the lungs.
More on John Burnside's passing:

http://gaycitynews.com/site/news.cfm?newsid=20127430&BR...dept_id=568862&rfi=6
(from a post Armen Ra put up on another site)

THE GREAT YMA SUMAC! R.I.P.

Legendary soprano Yma Sumac, the "Peruvian Songbird who dazzled music lovers in the 1950s and 60s with her incredible range, died at an assisted living facility in Los Angeles, her website said Monday. She was 86.

"It is with deep sadness, that we report that Yma Sumac passed away at 11 am on Saturday November 1st. It was peaceful. Those closest to her were at her side," said a website statement.

The Los Angeles Times said Sumac, who had been living in Los Angeles for the past 60 years, died of cancer.

Sumac was born Zoila Augusta Emperatriz Chavarri del Castillo, in Peru, but rose to fame through her golden vocals in the Hollywood of the 1950s, where she took the name of Yma Sumac, or "how pretty" in Inca's Quechua language.

The Peruvian Songbird, as she became known, traveled across Europe and Japan presenting herself as an Inca priestess and astounding audiences with her five-octave range.

She acted with Charlton Heston in the 1953 film "The Secret of the Inca," and cut numerous records with her unique style combining folk music, jazz, salsa and even rock 'n' roll that made her both famous and critically acclaimed.

"Yma Sumac has a voice totally out of the ordinary," said Lyrical Association of Peru president Enrique Bernales.

He told Lima's radio RPP she had a range of five-octaves, "the only known voice in the 20th century capable of such a wonder ... she was never out of tune, with all the notes precise in tone and register.
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"She is the only Peruvian whose name is written in Hollywood's Walk of Fame," another Lima radio station said Monday, remembering Sumac.

The Hollywood Chamber of Commerce said it would place flowers on the Peruvian Songbird's star in the fabled sidewalk, and called on all her fans to do likewise.

Her website said that Sumac will have a private funeral and be buried at a Hollywood cemetery.

When asked recently how she would like to be remembered, Sumac said: "That I made good music and brought happiness to people's hearts.
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Miriam Makeba dies after collapsing on stage

JOHANNESBURG, South Africa (AP) -- Miriam Makeba, the South African singer who wooed the world with her sultry voice but was banned from her own country for more than 30 years under apartheid, died after collapsing on stage in Italy. She was 76.

In her dazzling career, Makeba performed with musical legends from around the world -- jazz maestros Nina Simone and Dizzy Gillespie, Harry Belafonte, Paul Simon -- and sang for world leaders such as John F. Kennedy and Nelson Mandela.

"Her haunting melodies gave voice to the pain of exile and dislocation which she felt for 31 long years. At the same time, her music inspired a powerful sense of hope in all of us," Mandela said in a statement.
He said it was "fitting" that her last moments were spent on stage.

The Pineta Grande clinic in Castel Volturno, near the southern city of Naples, said Makeba died early Monday of a heart attack.
Makeba collapsed on stage Sunday night after singing one of her most famous hits, "Pata Pata," her family said in a statement. Her grandson, Nelson Lumumba Lee, was with her as well as her longtime friend, Italian promoter Roberto Meglioli.

"Whilst this great lady was alive she would say: 'I will sing until the last day of my life,' " the statement said.

Castel Volturno Mayor Francesco Nuzzo said Makeba sang at a concert in solidarity with six immigrants from Ghana who were shot to death in September in the town, an attack that investigators have blamed on organized crime.

The death of "Mama Africa," as she was known, plunged South Africa into shock and mourning.
"One of the greatest songstresses of our time has ceased to sing," Foreign Affairs minister Nkosazana Dlamini Zuma said in a statement.
"Throughout her life, Mama Makeba communicated a positive message to the world about the struggle of the people of South Africa and the certainty of victory over the dark forces of apartheid and colonialism through the art of song."

Makeba wrote in her 1987 memoirs that friends and relatives who first encouraged her to perform compared her voice to that of a nightingale. With her distinctive style combining jazz with folk with South African township rhythms, she was often called "The Empress of African Song."

The first African woman to win a Grammy award, Makeba started singing in Sophiatown, a cosmopolitan neighborhood of Johannesburg that was a cultural hotspot in the 1950s before its black residents were forcibly removed by the apartheid government.

She then teamed up with South African jazz trumpeter Hugh Masekela -- later her first husband -- and her rise to international prominence started when she starred in the anti-apartheid documentary "Come Back, Africa" in 1959.

When she tried to fly home for her mother's funeral the following year, she discovered her passport had been revoked. It was 30 years before she was allowed to return.

In 1963, Makeba appeared before the U.N. Special Committee on Apartheid to call for an international boycott of South Africa. The South African government responded by banning her records, including hits like "Pata Pata," "The Click Song" ("Qongqothwane" in Xhosa), and "Malaika."

"Pata Pata" became a Top 20 U.S. hit in 1967.
Makeba received the Grammy Award for Best Folk Recording in 1966 together with Belafonte for "An Evening With Belafonte/Makeba." The album dealt with the political plight of black South Africans under apartheid.

Thanks to her close relationship with Belafonte, she received star status in the United States and performed for President Kennedy at his birthday party in 1962. But she fell briefly out of favor when she married black power activist Stokely Carmichael -- later known as Kwame Ture -- and moved to Guinea in the late 1960s.

Besides working with Simone and Gillespie, she also appeared with Paul Simon at his "Graceland" concert in Zimbabwe in 1987.
After three decades abroad, Makeba was invited back to South Africa by Mandela, the anti-apartheid icon, shortly after his release from prison in 1990 as white racist rule crumbled.
"It was like a revival," she said about going home. "My music having been banned for so long, that people still felt the same way about me was too much for me. I just went home and I cried."

Makeba courted controversy by lending support to dictators such as Togo's Gnassingbe Eyadema and Felix Houphouet-Boigny from Ivory Coast, performing at political campaigns for the veteran leaders even as they were violently suppressing the movements for democracy that swept West Africa in the early 90s.
The first person to give her refuge was Guinea's former President Ahmed Sekou Toure who was accused in the slaughtering of 10 percent of the population.

Makeba, though, insisted that her songs were not deliberately political.
"I'm not a political singer," she insisted in an interview with Britain's Guardian newspaper earlier this year. "I don't know what the word means. People think I consciously decided to tell the world what was happening in South Africa. No! I was singing about my life, and in South Africa we always sang about what was happening to us -- especially the things that hurt us."

Makeba announced her retirement three years ago, but despite a series of farewell concerts she never stopped performing. When she turned 75 last year, she said she would sing for as long as possible.

Makeba is survived by her grandchildren, Nelson Lumumba Lee and Zenzi Monique Lee, and her great-grandchildren Lindelani, Ayanda and Kwame.
Bettie was like the Einstien of 20th century sexuality.


Here's the NYTimes' obit, the quote at the end says it all.


Bettie Page, Queen of Pinups, Dies at 85
By ROBERT D. McFADDEN
Published: December 11, 2008
Bettie Page, a legendary pinup girl whose photographs in the nude, in bondage and in naughty-but-nice poses appeared in men’s magazines and private stashes across America in the 1950s and set the stage for the sexual revolution of the rebellious ’60s, died Thursday in Los Angeles. She was 85.
Her death was reported by her agent, Mark Roesler, on Ms. Page’s Web site, bettiepage.com.
Ms. Page, whose popularity underwent a cult-like revival in the last 20 years, had been hospitalized for three weeks with pneumonia and was about to be released Dec. 2 when she suffered a heart attack, said Mr. Roesler, of CMG Worldwide. She was transferred in a coma to Kindred Hospital, where she died.
In her trademark raven bangs, spike heels and killer curves, Ms. Page was the most famous pinup girl of the post-World War II era, a centerfold on a million locker doors and garage walls. She was also a major influence in the fashion industry and a target of Senator Estes Kefauver’s anti-pornography investigators.
But in 1957, at the height of her fame, she disappeared, and for three decades her private life — two failed marriages, a fight against poverty and mental illness, resurrection as a born-again Christian, years of seclusion in Southern California — was a mystery to all but a few close friends.
Then in the late 1980s and early ’90s, she was rediscovered and a Bettie Page renaissance began. David Stevens, creator of the comic-book and later movie character the Rocketeer, immortalized her as the Rocketeer’s girlfriend. Fashion designers revived her look. Uma Thurman, in bangs, reincarnated Bettie in Quentin Tarantino’s “Pulp Fiction,” and Demi Moore, Madonna and others appeared in Page-like photos.
There were Bettie Page playing cards, lunch boxes, action figures, T-shirts and beach towels. Her saucy images went up in nightclubs. Bettie Page fan clubs sprang up. Look-alike contests, featuring leather-and-lace and kitten-with-a-whip Betties, were organized. Hundreds of Web sites appeared, including her own, which had 588 million hits in five years, CMG Worldwide said in 2006.
Biographies were published, including her authorized version, “Bettie Page: The Life of a Pin-Up Legend,” (General Publishing Group) which appeared in 1996. It was written by Karen Essex and James L. Swanson.
A movie, “The Notorious Bettie Page,” starring Gretchen Mol as Bettie and directed by Mary Harron for Picturehouse and HBO Films, was released in 2006, adapted from “The Real Bettie Page,” by Richard Foster. Bettie May Page was born in Jackson, Tenn., the eldest girl of Roy and Edna Page’s six children. The father, an auto mechanic, molested all three of his daughters, Ms. Page said years later, and was divorced by his wife when Bettie was 10. She and some of her siblings were placed for a time in an orphanage. She attended high school in Nashville, and was almost a straight-A student, graduating second in her class.
She graduated from Peabody College, a part of Vanderbilt University in Nashville, but a teaching career was brief. “I couldn’t control my students, especially the boys,” she said. She tried secretarial work, married Billy Neal in 1943 and moved to San Francisco, where she modeled fur coats for a few years. She divorced Mr. Neal in 1947, moved to New York and enrolled in acting classes.
She had a few stage and television appearances, but it was a chance meeting that changed her life. On the beach at Coney Island in 1950, she met Jerry Tibbs, a police officer and photographer, who assembled her first pinup portfolio. By 1951, the brother-sister photographers Irving and Paula Klaw, who ran a mail-order business in cheesecake, were promoting the Bettie Page image with spike heels and whips, while Bunny Yeager’s pictures featured her in jungle shots, with and without leopards skins.
Her pictures were ogled in Wink, Eyeful, Titter, Beauty Parade and other magazines, and in leather-fetish 8- and 16-millimeter films. Her first name was often misspelled. Her big break was the Playboy centerfold in January 1955, when she winked in a Santa Claus cap as she put a bulb on a Christmas tree. Money and offers rolled in, but as she recalled years later, she was becoming depressed.
In 1955, she received a summons from a Senate committee headed by Senator Kefauver, a Tennessee Democrat, that was investigating pornography. She was never compelled to testify, but the uproar and other pressures drove her to quit modeling two years later. She moved to Florida. Subsequent marriages to Armond Walterson and Harry Lear ended in divorce, and there were no children. She moved to California in 1978.
For years Ms. Page lived on Social Security benefits. After a nervous breakdown, she was arrested for an attack on a landlady, but was found not guilty by reason of insanity and sent to a California mental institution. She emerged years later as a born-again Christian, immersing herself in Bible studies and serving as an adviser to the Billy Graham Crusade.
In recent years, she had lived in Southern California on the proceeds of her revival. Occasionally, she gave interviews in her gentle Southern drawl, but largely stayed out of the public eye — and steadfastly refused to be photographed.
“I want to be remembered as I was when I was young and in my golden times,” she told The Los Angeles Times in 2006. “I want to be remembered as a woman who changed people’s perspectives concerning nudity in its natural form.”
BEAMS to the the one and only PURRfectly divine Eartha Kitt.

Eartha Kitt, Singer And Dancer, Dies At 81
by POLLY ANDERSON

NEW YORK — Eartha Kitt, the self-proclaimed "sex kitten" whose sultry voice and catlike purr attracted fans even as she neared 80, has died. The singer, dancer and actress was 81.

Family spokesman Andrew Freedman said Kitt, who was recently treated at Columbia Presbyterian Hospital, died Thursday in Connecticut of colon cancer.

Dubbed the "most exciting woman in the world" by Orson Welles, Kitt's career spanned six decades, from her start as a dancer with the famed Katherine Dunham troupe to cabarets and acting and singing on stage, in movies and on television.

She won two Emmys, and was also nominated for several Tonys and two Grammys.

Kitt was featured on the cover of her 2001 book, "Rejuvenate," a guide to staying physically fit, in a long, curve-hugging black dress with a figure that some 20-year-old women would envy. She also wrote three autobiographies.

She persevered through an unhappy childhood as a mixed-race daughter of the South, and made headlines in the 1960s for denouncing the Vietnam War during a visit to the White House.

Her first album, "RCA Victor Presents Eartha Kitt," was released in 1954. It featured songs such as "I Want to Be Evil," "C'est Si Bon" and the saucy gold digger's theme song, "Santa Baby," which is revived on radio each Christmas.

The following year, the record company released "That Bad Eartha," which featured "Let's Do It," "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes" and "My Heart Belongs to Daddy."

After becoming a hit singing "Monotonous" in the Broadway revue "New Faces of 1952," Kitt appeared in "Mrs. Patterson" in 1954-55. (Some references say she earned a Tony nomination for "Mrs. Patterson," but only winners were publicly announced at that time.) She also made appearances in "Shinbone Alley" and "The Owl and the Pussycat."

She was the sexy Catwoman on the popular "Batman" TV series in 1967-68, replacing Julie Newmar, who originated the role. A guest appearance on an episode of "I Spy" brought Kitt an Emmy nomination in 1966.

In 1996, Kitt was nominated for a Grammy in the category of traditional pop vocal performance for her album "Back in Business." She also had been nominated in the children's recording category for the 1969 record, "Folk Tales of the Tribes of Africa."

Kitt also acted in movies, playing the lead female role opposite Nat King Cole in "St. Louis Blues" in 1958. She more recently appeared in "Boomerang" and "Harriet the Spy" in the 1990s.

"Generally the whole entertainment business now is bland," she said in a 1996 Associated Press interview. "It depends so much on gadgetry and flash now. You don't have to have talent to be in the business today.

"I think we had to have something to offer, if you wanted to be recognized as worth paying for."

Kitt was plainspoken about causes she believed in. Her anti-war comments at the White House came as she attended a White House luncheon hosted by Lady Bird Johnson.

"You send the best of this country off to be shot and maimed," she told the group of about 50 women. "They rebel in the street. They don't want to go to school because they're going to be snatched off from their mothers to be shot in Vietnam."

For four years afterward, Kitt performed almost exclusively overseas. She was investigated by the FBI and CIA, which allegedly found her to be foul-mouthed and promiscuous.

"The thing that hurts, that became anger, was when I realized that if you tell the truth _ in a country that says you're entitled to tell the truth _ you get your face slapped and you get put out of work," Kitt told Essence magazine two decades later.

In 1978, Kitt returned to Broadway in the musical "Timbuktu!" _ which brought her a Tony nomination _ and was invited back to the White House by President Jimmy Carter.

In 2000, Kitt earned another Tony nomination for "The Wild Party." She played the fairy godmother in Rodgers and Hammerstein's "Cinderella" in 2002.

As recently as October 2003, she was on Broadway after replacing Chita Rivera in a revival of "Nine." She also gained new fans as the voice of Yzma in the 2000 Disney animated feature "The Emperor's New Groove," and won two Emmys for her voice work in "The Emperor's New School."

Kitt was born in North, S.C., and her road to fame was the stuff of storybooks. In her autobiography, she wrote that her mother was black and Cherokee while her father was white, and she was left to live with relatives after her mother's new husband objected to taking in a mixed-race girl.

An aunt eventually brought her to live in New York, where she attended the High School of Performing Arts, later dropping out to take various odd jobs.

By chance, she dropped by an audition for the dance group run by Dunham, a pioneering African-American dancer. In 1946, Kitt was one of the Sans-Souci Singers in Dunham's Broadway production "Bal Negre."

Kitt's travels with the Dunham troupe landed her a gig in a Paris nightclub in the early 1950s. Kitt was spotted by Welles, who cast her in his Paris stage production of "Faust." That led to a role in "New Faces of 1952," which featured such other stars-to-be as Carol Lawrence, Paul Lynde and, as a writer, Mel Brooks.

In 1960, she married Bill McDonald but divorced him after the birth of their daughter, Kitt.

While on stage, she was daringly sexy and always flirtatious. Offstage, however, Kitt described herself as shy and almost reclusive, remnants of feeling unwanted and unloved as a child. She referred to herself as "that little urchin cotton-picker from the South, Eartha Mae."
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