Review: Blaze Starr

Dear Constant Reader,

In preparing for Madame Burlesque, I read as many burlesque memoirs and biographies as I could get my hands on (and I must say, the library at Stately Babydoll Manor is rather extensive). One of them was Blaze Starr: My Life as Told to Huey Perry by Blaze Starr.

Blaze Starr grew up in rural West Virginia as part of a big loving family. As a teenager, she knew there was more to life than hoeing corn and running moonshine, and set out for the big city. Working as a waitress in a doughnut shop in Washington D.C., she was discovered by a sleazy producer who convinced her to strip in his club. However, he also wanted her to strip at his place, and do more… The resourceful Blaze extricated herself from that situation, but realized stripping was the career for her. She started at Baltimore’s Two O’Clock Club and was soon in demand all over the country.

She was booked at the Sho-Bar in New Orleans where she met Governor Earl K. Long, and the rest, as they say, is history. Her long affair with the governor is the stuff of legend… and a movie! Blaze, based on this book, tells the story of the romance between the stripper and the governor. Paul Newman, as Earl Long, completely steals the show.

Throughout her story, Blaze is completely unapologetic. Yes, she has a dynamite body and big boobs and she used them to further her career. Yes, she had a well-publicized affair with the married governor, but she loved him and planned to marry him. She is honest about some of the stormy events in her life, usually involving her losing her temper and belting someone.

The story ends with Blaze considering having her memoirs written and then doing what she loves best,  performing at the newly reopened Two O’Clock Club, which she owns. The afterword is a lovely note from Blaze’s mother, who is so proud of her ambitious daughter.

More reviews to come!

Published in: on 20 July 2011 at 9:13 am  Leave a Comment  
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From the kitchen

Dear Constant Reader,

The Boston Babydolls’ latest triumph, Madame Burlesque: An Evening of Tributes, just closed. Never fear! We will be taking it on the road. If you are fortunate enough to be near Portland, Maine, Brattleboro, Vermont, or Portsmouth, New Hampshire, you too can share in the delight.

As is traditional, after a successful show, we held a cast party at Stately Babydoll Manor. There being a few cast & crew members who do not indulge in dairy, I thought this a fantastic opportunity to try an intriguing recipe from the New York Times. It was well received by all, even those who are omnivorous and those who are fussy (like myself). Because I am kind hearted, I will share.

Dairy-Free Mexican Chocolate Pudding

3/4 cup sugar
3/4 cup water
1 lb. silken tofu
8 oz. semi-sweet or bittersweet chocolate, melted  (get the good stuff!)
1 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/2 teaspoon chili powder

Heat the sugar and water together until the sugar is dissolved and the mixture comes to a boil. Let cool a little.

Put all ingredients, including the sugar syrup, in a blender and puree until smooth.

Pour into a bowl or bowls and chill for a least half an hour.

Serves about a dozen burlesque dancers and theatre techs.

Enjoy!

Published in: on 18 July 2011 at 9:44 am  Leave a Comment  
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First Epistle

Dear Constant Reader,

Thank you for reading my first letter to the world. I’m afraid this one isn’t very interesting, as first attempts so rarely are. In future letters I’ll share bits from my life in burlesque and writings on some of my favorite other topics.

Burlesque can be oh so glamourous  what with the parties, the rhinestones, and the adulation of fans. On the other hand, sometimes one finds oneself in the most interesting predicaments! As I found myself kneeling  in an empty theatre, scraping purple candle wax off the stage with a credit card, I cried out to no one in particular “Oh, the glamourous life of a burlesque dancer!”

It seemed an appropriate title.

Until next time,

 

Published in: on 13 July 2011 at 2:36 pm  Leave a Comment