was the untimely death of Miss Judy Garland. When Judy died, we all needed a drink together.
Allow me to let Tennessee Williams describe her powerful magnetic appeal that has rarely been put so succinctly.
(Thanks to DJDemille for bringing this bit of Judy Study forward.)
“What she had was a pure talent. Whatever training she had or used or needed came from performance, from experience, from sharing. The talent poured from her like sweat or blood, and I think of those fluids when I think of her performances–not the fluids which did so much to calm or seduce her when she did not have an audience. I have drowned in those fluids myself. There was no effort with Judy–other than to stay alive and to show up and to keep the standard so high for so long. We live now in a world of proficiency and efficiency and managers of one minute who get a particular job done. No flab; no fuss. I don’t like this new world. I like the world of pure talent fully given; lives fully lived; hearts fully open. Try to do whatever it is you do with the passion and commitment and terminal feeling that Judy had. None of us can. The talent was too big, and all of the recipients of this talent far, far too small.” –Tennessee Williams on Judy Garland/Interview with James Grissom, 1982/Follies Of God
Let the pride week-end begin!
(artwork created by Duke Todd)
Please take a moment this weekend to thank the living memory of Miss Judy Francis Ethel “Baby” Gumm Garland for starting gay liberation without even trying. Now you youngsters who don’t know much more about La Garland than Dorothy Gale and Toto in Oz, you all git to studyin’!
A well rounded knowledge of our gay liberation history demands a more than superficial study of Judy – made so easy via Youtube – and besides that, if you allow yourself to feel that famous force, it will be hard to stop wanting more. It’s basically gay crack.
PLEASE BE CAREFUL AND WATCH JUDY RESPONSIBLY.
If you find you have a problem with watching too much Judy or you find it difficult to stop watching Judy or that you find yourself thinking about Judy (like) all the time, then please call me. There is help. I can talk you down and help you find a local barstool where you can share anonymously (because you lost all their numbers) with “friends” who have been there just like you.
Today our Shalamar study group examines the sacred trio’s 1982 single,”There It Is” from the album, “Friends.” This is the blessed beat and heavenly sound of Solar Records. Inside the lyrics we find a piece of true dance-floor poetry. Effective, beautiful and transporting, the poem uses a simple simile on top of a sound that seems to smile as it sways softly over it’s central yet unwritten theme, “the sometimes turbulent waters on the ocean of love.”
Here now, the standard King James 12″ version for your notes:
Composers – Nidra Beard, Dana Myers and Charmaine Elaine Sylvers
VERSE 2 –
In the sea of love we set our sails when waters were rough, Two in search of love with no direction, Fish were biting at the time when catching wasn’t enough, We couldn’t make a sport of our affection.
And who would dream that we would sail into each other? Ooh girl, I never felt the wave of love so strong, And this love I never felt in any other, I trust it like a lighthouse guides a ship to land, I found it when you touched my hand.
( Extra credit and no homework work work work work to anyone who can get Rhianna to read this. )
Hey Howard Hewitt, LOOKIN GOOD ! ! ! ; )
Howard’s time tested talent is still makin’ Akron proud.
A collection of six original oils on masonite by Van Hoople circa mid-1950’s. Four are in original frames from the Hillside Gallery in Hollywood,CA. I put this group together over fifteen years of collecting. They represent the artist’s dry-brush period and believe me, it doesn’t get any drier than a mid-fifties Van Hoople oil on masonite. Even the frames are painted by the artist to match.
You may recognize the hourglass painting from the Amy Sedaris Book, I Like You in which it was featured.
Interested in one or all if them? They are for immediate sale.
Email me with inquiries – auntalice AT gmail DOT com
Save that. Bookmark that. Got it, I feel safer now… just as soon as I organize all these hundreds of url’s from the past fifteen years that I have saved all over my various hard drives, I can print a really great coffee table book! – right? #nevergonnahappen
Browser bookmarks are digital ephemera. They get old and don’t work anymore instead of just yellowing then slowly fading away like so many treasured clippings from The Daily News circa 1986. I keep right on saving them though. Bookmark that. Save that. Usually it’s because, “I’m positive I’ll need to refer to this again.” #justneverseemstohappen
Here are a few recent bookmarks I see in my “CURRENT” folder on my desktop. #asifanybodybutmecares