Month: June 2017 (page 5 of 6)

Emails Never Sent #7

Taurus 29°

I was being comprehensive, honey!

 

Let’s talk biz too. The nutshell on my journalistic career is this.

My real name is Wm. Leone for starters and I was a journalist and editor in my youth while trying to launch an acting career. Most people wait tables. I ultimately did that too, at the Bell Caffee on Spring Street. But that’s a long story, being a gender bendy 90s neo hippy hangout near Don Kings. Waiters wouldn’t show up and sometimes i ran the whole restuarant—easy a 100 customers by myself wearing shorty Hawaiian print bathing trunks, with work boots and a slicker throwing parties with Penny Arcade and Chris Tanner and Quentin Crisp and so many others back in the day. I was intermittently on Broadwy while working there three years. Before going deep into freelance mode.
Before all that, my first magazine job was at Passion in Paris (run by Robert Sarner) in 1985 1986 I wrote things about micobiological farm markets and singers at Le Palace but mainly, speaking friench, I answered phones and used our trade with clubs to party with my friends who in Paris then included Jo Rowling and jackie and laurence llewelyn bowen and susan tide frater all still closest friends.
Then I moved to NYC in 1987 and worked for Judy Price at Avenue magazine on their side more style magazine called On The Avenue. That world include Joan Krone and Andrew Willis (is that his name) and great photogrphers Joseph Carne, Steven Klein with baby Kristy models. It was culture shock there so I left to work at two magazines simultaneously. I founded DV8 which was fabulous and all the club kids worked for us circulating the magazine at Tunnel and The World and the like. I was editor there and also Managing Editor working for Howard Jacoby with Lisa Kenndy, Lynn Geller, Jim Mullen,  Donald Shruggs, Peter McQuaid, Glenn O’Brien. Mainly people did a lot of coke while I put the magazine together.
I wrote for Paper and Detour and then my acting work took off a bit in between the Bell Cafee, two shows on Broadway, then back to journalism this time Working as a reporter for Instyle, also producing FAshion TV segments for City TV Toronto which also did Ohh La La with Laurie PIke. I wrote for slew of magazines then like Paper, Glue, Stop, The Face, Cosmopolitan and runway reports that took me to Paris and Milan for Madmoiselle, Glamour, YM eventually TimeOut, The New York Obersver, and The New York Times but something was lurking
Lynne cum Stella and I were already deep into astrology. She was working for designers in Paris and Milan which is really why I sought writing gigs there.That and the fact the runways were riddled with Supermodels and I was consious of being in the right place at the right time. Anyway after her and my work in Paris or Milan folks would come over and get a reading from us. Big people in magazines like Sally Singer and Brana Wolf and a slew of executive editors, one at Teen People who asked us to create a his/her horoscope column. We did. it was a huge hit everybody was reading it. Adults I mean. One was Rob Weisbach who offered us a book deal which eventually become a Harper Collins book SEXTROLOGY , followed years later by Cosmic Coupling.
While writing books I because an A NIght Out With columnist in the STyles section of Times and also wrote for the ART section of the Boston Globe. Then Tyler Brule left Wallpaper and Lynne and I were brought over together by Time Inc to act as executive editors —this was 2003, before the books were published and, once they were, we went through a long period being written about though now came out of the closet as astrologers and wrote features and horoscope columns under our new pseudonyms for British Vogue, Paris Vogue, Glamour, German Glamour, Bolero, Style.Co./Vogue/ Vanity Fair, Cosmo, Elle, on and on and on. We even thought we could make a go with a horoscope in Star but couldn’t work with Bonnie Fuller and Joe Dolce just couldn’t make that work…..

So then Starsky + Cox took over. We were performing an act as such; We had two books and columns culminating in being the Astrologers for the Daily Beast, something Newseek readers were freaked out about. But we had many firsts. They way we skewed the subject of astrology was in a sophiscticated sometime glam direction. Our book launches were at Barneys where Simon did Sextrology windows which was so sweet……..

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Emails Never Sent #6

Taurus 28°

Hello Would-be Sponsor
 
Quinn Cox here. I founded the Afterglow Festival with John Cameron Mitchell (Hedwig and the Angry Inch) in 2011 with the dream of providing Provincetown a star on the international live-performing-arts map along with Edinburgh and Sydney and Rome and London and Lyon and San Francisco and other major live-arts festivals around the world. Now entering its sixth year, the Afterglow Festival has, in effect, reached this goal, having presented upwards of fifty artists, many of whom have gone on to great success if not achieving household-name status.
 
As well as being the longest continuous fine-arts colony in the country, Provincetown is also the birthplace of the modern American stage. Dating back to when Eugene O’Neill and Susan Glaspell and the Provincetown Players first wrote and produced plays here, through the years that Edward Albee and Tennessee Williams followed suit, up through the 1960s, Provincetown was synonymous with modern playwriting and production. Likewise, progressive performers and those outside the mainstream, including Billie Holiday, Jim Baily, Eartha Kitt, Lynne Carter, Nina Simone, even Paul Lynde, Lily Tomlin and Divine, found the freedom to create on Provincetown stages where they otherwise felt restrained. And even more avant-garde performances and happenings found expression in Provincetown.
 
Somewhere along the way, around the 1970s and certainly in the 1980s, Provincetown’s legacy as the birthplace of modern American theater got lost in the shuffle of resort amusement; and, nowadays, in the face of multi-million-dollar gentrification and big-ticket entertainment via big-name Broadway and television stars, the only way to preserve Provincetown’s independentstage heritage, and to create space for the emerging and experimenting performing artist is to do so not-for-profit, which is exactly what the Afterglow Festival and its ancillary projects seeks to do.
 
The Afterglow Festival is a fully fledged 501 c 3 charitable arts organization to which cash and in-kind contributions are tax deductible to the full extent of the law. Our list of distinguished sponsors this year includes famed author J.K. Rowling, The Tony Randall Theatrical Fund, The Diller – von Furstenberg Family Foundation, Salt Hotels and many local businesses and individuals. Our esteemed Artistic Board includes Pulitzer Prize-winning author Michael Cunningham, Tony award winner John Cameron Mitchell, performers Penny Arcade, Justin Vivian Bond, Taylor Mac, John Kelly, poet Eileen Myles and other notable figures.
 
Afterglow is foremost dedicated to preserving Provincetown’s birthright as the birth place of the modern American stage and to making Provincetown an international live performing arts festival destination. In regard to the latter, we are developing what will be The Glow Theatre, expressly designed to create and foster new plays for the American stage. This enterprise will have it’s own Advisory Board headed by fellow Pulitzer-Prize-Winning Playwrights, Doug Wright and Tony Kushner. 
 
In our continually gentrifying resort landscape and real estate market, with those big  Broadway names and at big ticket prices, Provincetown’s heritage as a home to progressive performing artists and an incubator for their work is more precarious than ever before in its history. The Afterglow Festival is keeping this legacy alive, through its non-profit work presenting myriad forms of theater and performance.
 
We are also preserving the link between Provincetown and the Greenwich Village performing arts communities, as well as between P-town and Cambridge, Massachusetts, Afterglow collaborates with both Joe’s Pub at the Public Theater in New York and the American Repertory Theater and Club Oberon at Harvard. A Fall/Winter series collaboration between Afterglow and Oberon, called Glowberon, was a huge hit last year in Cambridge and a second series for the coming series is already selling out.
 
As an generator of new plays and performances pieces, the Afterglow Festival has premiered and developed such work as sequel material to Hedwig and the Angry Inch by John Cameron Mitchell, Afterglow’s co-founder, James Lecesne’s Absolute Brightness, which just finished a run Off-Broadway, Penny Arcade’s Longing Lasts Longer, which is currently touring the international festival circuit, Stella Starsky’s Birth of the American Baroness which has been staged at Joe’s Pub at the Public and at Oberon/ART, Mike Albo’s The Junket, Justin Vivian Bond’s Mx. America (Mx. Bond’s Experiment in Terror), Tina Alexis Allen’s In The Name of the Father, directed by Lee Breuer (Mabou Mines), and Dane Terry’s Anytime Moe, which is being further developed by New York’s PS 122 who awarded Terry a coveted Ethel Eichelberger award.
 
More than ever, Afterglow needs the support of its Sponsors, and we hope that you will hop aboard our dream train to help our festival and all our good works.
 
All best
Q

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Emails Never Sent #5

Taurus 27°

 

I seem to have a thing for calling people (not the same people!) “assassins”. Uh, oh. Time for therapy.

 

I won’t bore you with the dream that inspired this; but only deliver the message.

It takes upper-case Time to process the hurt caused by others, friends, considered close, to whom one has only ever showed kindness.
My profession provides the benefit of helping others on a daily basis which is paradoxically the most self-healing thing in the world.
And then Time, one day, fulfills its own role whereby, seemingly suddenly, all is lifted from you and you realize…
There is no point in caring for the hurtful—the assassins—but still have compassion as they must live with themselves.
For the record: I don’t consider you an assassin. But you have been willingly susceptible, complicit, an accomplice, to them.
The truth is always revealed, too, in Time.

 

 

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Emails Never Sent #4

Taurus 26°

You would think I would remember what Libra I had planned to send this to…

 

Hello Again

I know I just wrote you a couple of weeks ago.
But some updates on this new venture in summer in Cambridge
It looks like we will have not only the Oberon stage but also the larger gorgeous 560 seat main stage of American Rep.
This is inspiring thoughts of clever benefit language higher price tiered tickets and names that might fill the eleganza house.
If your Libran aesthetics and interest might also be piqued I’d be curious to know where you and some (if not all) of your musical partners will be the last weekend of July.
Vaguely,
Qx

 

 

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Emails Never Sent #3

Taurus 25°

 

Okay it’s 6:20 and I have spent my whole Sunday on this which I don’t think is fair.

I have been nothing but communicative, open, honest, kind in this whole process.
I am closing my laptop. I will move into discussing [this] once we put the topic of [the other thing] to rest.
I have six artists…hovering over the dates you gave me in a game of musical chairs.

 

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Emails Never Sent #2

Taurus 24°

Chere Christine,

 

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Emails Never Sent #1

Taurus 23°

So inspired by the last spoke whereby a guy named Duncan sent me a note he never should. I was glancing at my email “drafts and noticed I have an even 240 said drafts. I suspect they are mainly made up of emails I wrote in some state of emotion than thought the better of. I’m twenty-eight Blagues behind, spanning the signs of Taurus and Gemini. So what better way to bridge that gap then by publishing narcissistic emails that, in so doing, might take on a comic rather than tragic purpose.

I’m going to start with a letter I wrote recently that I knew, when writing it, I couldn’t send—it was meant for two individuals:

If a certain friend of ours whom we adore ever knew the way you spoke of her it would break her heart.

Your hypocrisy and disingenuousness know no bounds. You’ll turn on a dime if something appeals to your vanity.
Just how many farewell shows and articles have you done solely for the attention?
In life we all encounter people who are users (in multiple senses of the word) masquerading as kind and caring individuals.
For me you have been a cautionary tale. That said, when asked about you I only say the kind things I can think of or nothing at all.
I have even tried to get beyond animosity with you, year on year, and broker some kind of detente.
I realize now that is impossible because you know I see through what others swallow about you hook, line and sinker.
You live inside a desperate bubble of narcissistic self-aggrandizement, which, I imagine, must be exhausting to sustain.
I really hope for your own sake that you do achieve some semblance of fame in your golden years. I know how important it is to you.
Whether or not that does come to pass I will make a non-astrological prediction:
Someday one of you will turn a blind eye, one last time, to the fact that the other one of you is a pusher and an assassin.
I can only hope that nobody I love and cherish will suffer as a result; and that the pain and guilt will be something you can endure.
See you around town as is inevitable.
Q

 

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Fat AIDS Dwarf

Taurus 22°

So I came upon a Facebook message this awful person sent me before immediately blocking me. He is a notorious criminal and an even more notorious asshole called Duncan. I think he was on a celebrity rehab show. Anyway, he was in Provincetown for the first Afterglow, sharing a house with one of the performers. I managed not to meet him the entire festival because I wasn’t one to party with the performers which is a good policy to maintain. On the final night John Cameron Mitchell had a show and it was surely going to sell out. I told the hangers-around the theater including close friends that they should buy tickets before they were gone. My friends did. Not only did we sell out but JCM arrived at showtime with an entourage that we also had to somehow “fit” into the room. I had limitations—fire codes imposed by the venue. We got everybody in except this asshole Duncan who threw a fit. I said: “I told you hours ago to buy tickets before we were sold out.” He went around in a heightened state of Don’t You Know Who I Am? No, I don’t; and I don’t care. He was miserably rude to me. I ignored it. But then he went around bullying young people I had volunteering as ushers. That was it. I told him to get out. He called me a “Fat AIDS Dwarf” among other thing. Then he flung a water in my face and stormed out but not before being hit with two (closed) bottles of water my hands had found and flung at him before my brain even had a chance to process. JCM was meant to introduce me onstage. I was soaking wet. He came into the lobby asking what had happened. I went on stage soaking wet. Meanwhile Stella was seated next to Taylor Mac whom she told I had had an issue with Duncan, not knowing the upshot. Oh that guy, said Taylor. He had a bunch of performers come to the West Coast for a performance and then didn’t pay anybody. (I’m paraphrasing). Apparently en route leaving the theater he bent and broke the radio antennae on my antique Mercedes. He’s a bad egg. He has been in trouble with the law I learned since. Three years ago, when I was in Paris, I awoke to this note on FB….at least he didn’t call me “fat” this time.

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Fifth Memory

Taurus 21°

Taking a bath in an aluminum tub with my first cousin Karen outside at my Aunty Margies house. My father, the oldest, had three siblings: Marge, Junior and Donny (surely not their actual names—I told you all my life my father’s name was James, right, until he told me in my thirties that his name was really Vicenzo?). Marge lived in Lyndhurst, New Jersey. And like I tried to tell Georgeann Walken (Christopher’s wife) who was the casting director of The Sopranos (on which a slew of friends and acquaintances like Michael Imperioli and Aida Turturro appeared): I knew the entire landscape of that show from growing up and going to Auntie Margie’s, passing, like the Soprano’s opening credits, all they pictured there plus the endless cemetaries and cemetary themed shops—yes I think they were cemetary shops where you could by tombstones and fake flower decorations because, in that part of New Jersey, death-themed outlets and fledgling fast food restaurants—the first ever McDonald’s I ever saw—was in Lyndhurst and Kearny, where New Jersey children of immigrants went to die. You could entered Auntie Margie’s house without ever going into the house at all. They had the first electric garage door opener I ever saw. It was just a doorbell near the garage door that you pushed, meaning anyone could at any time but didn’t because people didn’t assume such a thing existed then. The door opened and before it was fully raised, as soon as you could, you ducked into the garage and then immediately into the “basement” which was all tile and lineoleum (easily wiped down with cleaner on a cloth) and there was a kitchen and a cheap outdoor/indoor table, glass and iron, and other smaller, mainly card, tables, that doubled as “kids tables” and places where poker would happen. Karen was uncle Donny’s daughter. I never saw her growing up past the age when we were three. But for that time we were inseparably bathed, bedded and put to play together.

 

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Fourth Memory

Taurus 20°

Going to see Mary Poppins which was made a year after I was born so I suppose I would have saw it at age two. My mother’s mother’s sister, who looked like my grandmother but excactly, only taller, took me and maybe my sister. Although I do feel that my sister was already becoming my sworn enemy, through the warped machinations of her own mind; in fact I remember some drama that day but can’t put my finger on it. My sense is that it involved jealousy and the giving of presents. Me thinks she might have been judging love and loyalty via the quality of a present and perhaps I got a better one that day than she did from aunt Kate. I wasn’t alive when Darby O’Gill and the Little People first came out in 1959, but I know for some reason that it was in theaters in the sixties because I saw it around the same time as I saw Mary Poppins. I think I had lots of Mary Poppins paraphenalia—and I’m also sure that I couldn’t sit through the whole film, especially the cartoon parts, because, quite simply, they sucked. I might have napped or spent some time in the lobby with an adult feeding me candy. It was the same some years later with Bedknobs and Broomsticks when they merged with cartoon characters and backgrounds. I hated that. Give me real live flesh. Darboy O’Gill spoke to me. I had already been to those places where the little people live. And because it was probably at Radio City or something and we saw it at Christmas (we probably saw all the above mentioned movies at Radio City during Christmas—Bedknobs for sure, along with Oliver and other such films like Charlie Brown movies, although, they might have been at Easter not Christmas)—I was saying: because it was probably at Radio City and there was merch I had Darby O’Gill “rub ons” which were sort of decals on wax-y paper that you placed against things—in my case my shared (with my sister) bureau—and you rubbed, typically with a nickle against the wax-y paper that held the decal on the other side until it transferred to, in this case, the furniture. I don’t know what they put in those things but they never came off.

 

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