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A Calling.

8.9.14


When I started this blog in 2003, I was still performing stand up comedy at least 3 times a week and hosting my own open mic show at a west end bar.  What I realized a few years later was that although I wasn't the worst, I wasn't the best either and I didn't have the passion necessary to keep doing the work.  Joan Rivers had nothing but passion for the work and was still doing it until the very end.  For her it was a calling.  This clip from Louie reminds me of why, even though it wasn't my calling, I'd still rather hang out at the comic's table then just about anywhere else.


I admired Joan because of her grit and determination.  I am inspired by her entrepreneurship, sense of style and her ability to be crassy and classy all in the same breath.  She was a truth teller, and that is something that I strive to be, in my work and my life.  It's almost never easy to do but she made it feel somehow like it was the only option.

And now, so many years after I gave up standing up in bars and night clubs trying to make people laugh, I'm inspired by her as the mother of an only child, a daughter.  Joan was a good mother, that much seems clear, and what a great legacy that is.  But more than that, she was a good mother who did more.  She was always doing more.  We can always do more.


I have written about Joan before on this blog. In case you missed it, my homage to her button front cape, that I plan on wearing every chance I get this Fall.  Thanks for everything, Joan.  You will be so missed!





My Favourite Stritch Moment

17.7.14

In rehearsals for Follies in Concert in 1985, Barbara Cook sings In Buddy's Eyes. It's so beautiful, it's as if all of the air as been sucked out of the room. There is complete silence. Lee Remick watches on and appears as though she is going to cry. Mandy Patinkin closes his eyes...and you can almost see his goosebumps. Sondheim himself is in the corner of the room mouthing along to the lyrics.

And then, there is Stritch.

In her tights and button down shirt and bucket hat. Fussing with her purse, taking her shoes off, putting her shoes on. Cigarette hanging out of her mouth. She had not one fuck to give.
Not one, single, solitary fuck to give.

And I think that's why we (the audience) loved her. What an asshole. What a wonderful, gifted, completely watchable, honest asshole.




Phenomenal Woman

28.5.14

We lost Maya Angelou today and I must admit that I'm feeling quite heartbroken.  Here, a collection of some of my favourite things Dr. Angelou.



This is my favourite picture of Maya.  I love seeing her in this time of her life, the middle years...and working.
Maya and James Baldwin
During her travels abroad, Maya befriended Malcolm when he visited Ghana in May 1964. The two wrote to each other frequently upon his return to the United States. She returned to the US after his Assassination to assist with moving the OAAU forward. 





I really feel the love in these pictures...




A short clip of Maya reading from "Phenomenal Woman"

A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.




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