PULL OVER

I'D FORGOTTEN ALL ABOUT THE BLOGGER PORN ISSUE,
THEN RECALLED IT, THEN THOUGHT OF MR. PEENEE, WHO I ALWAYS THINK OF WHEN I THINK OF PORN.

I TREKKED OVER TO HIS NEW WORDPRESS HOME, THEN REALIZED I'D "MOVED" THIS DUMP OVER THERE AS WELL. I'M STILL ON THE FENCE AS TO WHETHER OR NOT I'LL MOVE. I CAN TELL YOU, MY INITIAL STABS AT PLAYING OVER AT WORDPRESS WEREN'T THAT THRILLING. I KNOW BLOGGER, I KNOW HOW TO USE IT AND I'M COMFY HERE.

Blasto from the Pasto

Not to worry, I'm not going all Esther Zidel on your asses.
My dearest friend found this snapshot in her Nana's photo album.
She hasn't a clue who she is.
We will never know who she is.
For all we know, there isn't a living soul that remembers her.

So, now that I've brought the room down, let's take a good look at this 

hubba-hubba dame with that hand on that hip and all her fabulousness.

Honey, you were something!

Howard Johnson's and The Surf, Nantasket Beach, MA

Divine beginnings.....

Since I just recently posted my recollections [at Felix in Hollywood] regarding my very first Midler sighting, I thought it might be high time to do the moment a wee bit more justice. Here's how it went....

I just happened to be up that fateful night (in 1970 (?)....I don't know the precise date/year) and watched la Midler do her thing on "The Tonight Show". It was as if i'd been struck....oh how stupid of me to say that, of course i'd been struck! Slapped is more like it! It was a true 'moment' and I needed to do something about it, but it must've been after midnight and that gave me few options available. Somehow, I had the nerve to grab paper & pen and write a letter. I'm certain it was awful, back then, I barely knew what a sentence was, but write I did. i have no idea what I wrote...frothy misspelled blather from an illiterate 16 year old, BUT, I do remember one sentence and it was, "I think you're hot shit." I mailed it off the next day to Bette, in care of "The Tonight Show". The response I received is postmarked February 5, 1971. As you can see, the stationary is a very sunshiny yellow [with a predominantly pink flowered liner that you cannot see, sorry]. It's return address reads "Midler c/o Friedman 358 W.44th St.. NYC, NY". The letter reads, "Dear Matthew: Your letter was a total delight and I am thrilled that you think I am Hot Shit. I think I am too, Isn't it wonderful?! Thank you for taking the time to write me- it's nice to know that there are people out there who understand what I do- yours, Bette Midler"

If you think i ever acted blase about receiving this, you're wrong.

Now as for my first LIVE viewing, dates are sketchy. It occurred at Lenny's on the Pike, a dump in Danvers, Massachusetts. i had the foresight to snatch a little souvenir from that show; a tacky yet delightful placard. This table topper had been amateurly pasted up, touting Midler as Johnny Carson's discovery, giving Barry Manilow, musical director, a small plug and proclaiming that their $1.40 roast beef & home baked hams sandwiches, "are hearty and wholesome". The bottle of Soave Bolla was $6.05. The dates written are June 29-July 2. (one can only hope that her 4th of July gig was a step up from this dump!) My problem is with what year this was. 1971? ...1972....'73? 

This note came later, after I indulged myself and wrote again. Can you blame me? Heck, look at that return address she wrote on the first note! She was practically begging me to write. Lightning did not strike twice though....printed stationary and NO return address. I got the message. Just noticed the stamp on this envelope, I wonder what "right to lifers" would say about it?

As for the other concerts, there were so many I've forgotten a bunch. Every time she came into Boston, I'd be there. Saw "Art or Bust" in Universal City, CA. Years after she'd made it big, she played The Paradise on Commonwealth Ave. A very small room in comparison to her usual venues. At this show, I took a whole role of photos with my instamatic camera. What a joke, they're all blurs....except one. A very close-up, not so flattering shot of the lady herself.