Thursday, July 29, 2004

Why Do I Love Dusty Springfield?

Well, over the years a lot of my friends have asked me what my fascination is with Dusty Springfield, and why I am so obsessed with her.    I've never really been very good at expressing myself on this subject or explaining why, and while I'm sure it's different for every big Dusty fan, I found a great description that gets as close as I can think of.   It also sort of explains the fascination she carries for many Gay men and Lesbian women.   Basically, it seems Dusty's music helped this guy come out of the closet!  And the other moving part is that he sent Dusty a photo of a display he had made of her Albums/photos/etc and she returned the photo to him with a "To Michael...Love, Dusty" even though she received the photo right when she was diagnosed with Breast Cancer and probably wasn't feeling so great. What a Lady!

Check it out if you are interested:

Why I Love Dusty Springfield

Wednesday, July 28, 2004

The Democrats Convene!

Well, I'm sure some of you have been following the Democratic National Convention from Boston, which started Monday with a huge bang if you ask me!

Fantastic speeches by Gore, Carter and finally Clinton, that are sure to rally the democrats (and hopefully many republicans) into voting their conscious this November and getting Dubya where he belongs...in the unemployment line.

I was talking to my good friend, Jason the other night about the whole political situation in the U.S. and he said something that really stuck with me.     It seems this administration has forgotten who pays their salary!   WE DO!   That means they should be listening to ALL of us, not just the 5-10% that make up their extreme right base.     The President is just a civil servant.   There should be no "salary", there should just be a stipend that we decide upon each year and could be changed up or down depending on their performance rating.      That seems a lot more fair to me.     After all, they are being paid out of my tax dollars! 

If the republicans were really for "less government", that's what they would do...make it more like a business.    The President could be our Short-Term Consultant, his salary changing depending on our needs and on his performance.      I'd love that...I think we'd all love that.

So, in any case, I missed last night's speeches, but I hear that Obama and Teresa Heinz Kerry really went to town.    Good for them.     I hear Obama is the next shining star of the democratic party.   I hope so, because it's about time we have a minority who has 1/2 a chance to one day run for President and maybe even WIN!  (gasp!)

I was reminded on Monday night when the segment on the 9 female democratic senators was shown, that it's been 80 years since women were given the right to vote, and still we only have a bit more than a handful of female senators in office.

That's not progress is it?   It's practically stasis!   Their should be at least 50 female senators in office.

In many ways, we have not progressed much at all.    I think it's time to kick start it...don't you?

Good..so VOTE this November, and vote for the party that will bring you a change, that will keep us moving forward, to create a new, better America.    Not go back to what we used to be in the 50s and 60s.  



 

Tuesday, July 27, 2004

A picture is worth a thousand words...

Just wanted to post a pic of my girl, Dusty. Doesn't she look great?
Dustyb&w
Originally uploaded by LuvDusty.

Monday, July 26, 2004

When Will The Sun Come Back?

Not sure if anyone else in the D.C. area has noticed this, but this has been quite a cloudy summer.     And quite a rainy one as well.    It seems that although we've had a few individually placed beautiful sunny days, on the whole, it's been a pretty bleak summer.

I'm not sure who to blame, but I must say I can't remember the last time we had a stretch of really nice, clear, sunny days...I'm talking more than say 2 days in a row.     It's been very unstable.

This seems to be a pretty recent phenomenon.  While the area has never been as consistently sunny as say, San Diego or Los Angeles, it definitely has seen better days in terms of continual days of sun light.

I don't know about everyone else, but I need someone to blame, so I'm gonna blame Dubya.  

Yup, our current Führer is definitely to blame for the crappy weather.     Remember the day the Supreme Court handed down the verdict that Bush would be our new dictator?    Well, that day it rained in Washington, D.C....it rained hard.     Innauguration day the following year was also a wash out..cold, clammy, rainy.

And ever since the bozo has been behind the desk at the Oval office, we haven't had very many sunny, clear days in succession.

I think God is sending us a message.

All I can do is be like Annie, that ever positive and ebullient orphan, warbling her incessantly sappy but hopeful tune:

Oh, the sun'll come out...tomorrow
So you gotta hang on till tomorrow
Come what may!
 
Tomorrow!
Tomorrow!
I love ya, tomorrow
You're only a day away.
 
In the meantime, November, while not tomorrow, is thankfully, closer than we think.
 
 
 
 

Thursday, July 22, 2004

Time for a little Dusty....

You know, all this talk about artists not "rockin'  the boat" politically has made me think of a wonderful story about my favorite pop singer of all time, Dusty Springfield

In 1964 Dusty found herself at the center of a political storm when she refused to play to segregated audiences in South Africa.   Strictly speaking, Dusty wasn't deported, as her return fare wasn't paid for. Nevertheless, she was in her own words, "drummed out of the country." "I wasn't making any major statement," she recalls. "I just thought it was morally the right thing to do."  

Dusty spoke about the incident later on in her life:  ". . . All through the sixties I was incredibly naive about all sorts of things, politics being one of them...I was floundering through things and I had 'ideals'. So, in my contract I put in, in small print, that I wouldn't play to segregated audiences and it all went very quiet and I thought 'Wow! I've achieved it'. When the band and I got off the plane, the South African government people were standing under the wings of the plane thrusting these bits of paper at us to sign to say that we would do exactly as they said we would do and . . . that we had no right to come into the country and make trouble--blah, blah, blah - and that the contract as it stood was null and void. So naturally, none of us signed . . . The promoter had found a loophole that I didn't know about. It's highly technical in that mixed audiences could be allowed in cinemas if it was a live show for some reason. So, the promoter who was a good guy had sorted these venues out . . . With which . . . I don't know, I can't prove it. I imagine the South African government went, 'Whoops! We've missed this one.'   When we got to Cape Town, they just put us under what I would call hotel arrest. The shows were off and as they politely put it, something like . . . '[we] withdraw the right for you to stay here for more than twenty-four hours'."

" . . . The promoter was desperately trying to sort this out and it went [on for] three or four days . . . I never want to see another tomato sandwich - that's what they kept sending up to the room. Tomato sandwiches . . . and in the end they sort of drummed us out of the country, but they didn't deport us because if they deport you they have to pay your fares. After that two things happened. The promoter gave up and moved his family to Israel . . . and that loophole got closed. So I didn't do an ounce of good. But I didn't really go there to do good. I went there to sing and I had, somewhere, this really naive ideal that perhaps being there would make some kind of a difference. Well, it didn't. For a while it made it worse and I think those were the accusations I got for making trouble and my records were taken off South African radio for years and out of the shops for many years."

Despite Dusty's own views that standing up for her political ideals didn't do "an ounce of good", I think she's too hard on herself.     Of course standing up for what she believed in was important and good for her for doing so.     If more artists today were like Dusty, we might have a more caring, fair world.    While artists are not political leaders, they do have a platform and are often able to address the needs and concerns of the general population, especially when that general population is disenfranchised.    With Linda Ronstadt's recent struggles and Michael Moore being vilified at every turn, it seems we have forgotten that artists have always been the front-runners for the cause of the downtrodden.       They have to be, because it they are not, who will be?   Certainly not the corporations, whose only interest is to make a profit.    Certainly not this administration, who only seems to focus on the war in Iraq and has forgotten about any domestic issues whatsoever.

So Dusty's pioneering spirit, way back in 1964, should be a lesson to us today, 40 years later.   Hopefully, the Dixie Chicks and Linda Ronstadts and Michael Moores of this world won't give up and won't be allowed to be muzzled by the fear of losing record sales and corporate and advertising pressures.       After all, money isn't and shouldn't be the only motivator of a Great Society...at some point, we have to keep the interests of our fellow americans at heart.

 







Wednesday, July 21, 2004

Liberal or Conservative? Ya gotta choose!

It's nearing the 2004 Election and we are less than a week away from the start of the Democratic party's political convention, and I have to say the climate in the U.S. is less than welcoming for healthy, logical, calm debate.    It seems everywhere I turn the country is divided.    We are all either Liberal or Conservative, Black or White, Man or Woman, Gay or Straight, Pro-Life or Pro-Choice, Republican or Democrat, Rich or Poor, Elitist or Populist, Pro-Death Penalty or Against, Environmentalist or Big Business, Intellectual or Country Bumpkin. 

In all this desperation to take sides, I feel a certain longing to be moderate.

It started the other night, when I was at one of my favorite watering holes, discussing politics with a group of friends.   One of them says to me..."I'm more of a conservative..."   And for the first time in a while, I realized that the word itself had no meaning anymore...at least not a shared meaning.

"Conservative"?    I asked him,  "Do we even know what that means anymore?"   I just got blank stares in return.   We really don't, do we? 

And how about that other doozie.."Liberal", that one people like to use as an insult in the media and in every day life..."Oh, he's just a liberal!"    As if it were a bad thing.   As if we even knew what these terms meant anymore.

So I started to ponder the extreme divide our Nation seems to find itself in.    We are constantly forced to choose sides...WHY?   Why can't I be liberal on some issues, then conservative on others?

And then once more I ask, what does it mean to be liberal?   Or conservative?   Don't these definitions hinge on the point of view of the person who is making the comment?   Then I run across Garrison Keillor and his wonderfully put rhetoric:

The logical extension of this spirit is social welfare and the myriad government programs with long dry names all very uninteresting to you until you suddenly need one and then you turn into a Democrat. A liberal is a conservative who's been through treatment.  
 
This is definitely a start at analyzing what makes someone one or the other.    But it still leaves me slightly unsatisfied.    When I hear the word "conservative", unlike many other gay men I know, I don't necessarily cringe.   I don't assume the person being described by that adjective is prejudiced or close-minded or unworthy of my time because they are so behind their own.     No, instead I think of someone who is cautious, who is careful, who likes to measure their thoughts and actions wisely, someone who acts after much careful thought, instead of emotionally and carelessly from the heart.   But I think my view is not the one most people have.   I am way too generous to conservatives, most liberals would tell me.   

Then let's take the word "liberal", with all its heavy, negative media spin, you would think someone with that monikor attached would be a wild, partying, irresponsible freak who would swing from every chandelier and break every rule of civility and human order.   Bring on the orgies!  Let's abort the babies!    But instead, that word makes me think of someone who puts the needs of others before their own.   Someone who believes that everyone should have access to basic requirements for human existence, food, water, health care, education, a sense of worth.    A liberal to me is someone who wants equal opportunity for all, no matter what scoiety has to do to get it.

And then of course I have yet another, more complex thought (sometimes it does happen!), that perhaps all of us are "liberal" and "conservative" to some extent.   We have capacity and actions within us that illustrate both words.    We all have moments in our lives when we fluctuate more to one side or the other, and they aren't necessarily related to chronology.   

And why should these two words be so far apart in our lexicon anyway?   Why not bring them closer together?  How about creating a third word?   "Liberative?"   "Conserval?"   Hmmm....

Oh wait, we already have a word..."Moderate".    I like that word.    But like the definition of the word itself, I guess it doesn't cause that much excitement...only a bit of a thrill...but nothing too extreme now!

The next few months will not be easy ones for those of us who feel our country is lacking in "moderation".    We will see extremes on both sides, we will see name calling, cat fighting, mudslinging and character assassinations of the worst kind, left and right.   (And I mean that figuratively as well as literally...interesting we use the term "left and right" to indicate "all over the place", even in our idioms we want the extreme divide...)

Perhaps if we try to spread our own word of "middleness"  of "down the center"  of  "neither left nor right", of "moderation in all things" (as the Greeks would have us believe)  maybe if we try with all our might to let our voices be heard above the shouting of the "liberals" and "conservatives" of the two extremes in this great Nation we all love dearly...maybe if we can ring the bell of Liberty (which is after all, the bell of Moderation and Temperance is it not?), loud and clear, we can  hear over the loud din of those who would want to separate us, to keep us on either side of the fence, and once again feel proud to live in this great land?

As it is, we can no longer stand to live with this chasm, this great divide keeping us further and further apart and not allowing us to see that, to some extent, each side has a really good point.

So next time someone uses the word "conservative"  or "liberal", and just assumes you know what it means...ask them to define it for you.   Start a conversation about it, and see how you differ or agree on the definitions.     

Maybe that'll get us talking instead of shouting at each other.    And maybe, just maybe, we can all stop facing left or right, and begin to look inwards, to the center...and find the "Moderate" in us all.
    







Tuesday, July 20, 2004

Are we that "Desperado" to keep the Status Quo?

Apparently, it's no longer ok to speak your mind in these United States of America.   You heard what I said folks:  So much for the 1st ammendment!    It appears Linda Ronstadt, that icon of 70s California Folk Rock, who recently had seemed to be in semi-retirement, has been ejected from her latest gig because she dared to..gasp...speak her mind...gasp!   How could she! 

Here is the full story from CNN:
 
http://www.cnn.com/2004/SHOWBIZ/Music/07/19/ronstadt.reut/index.html
 
Now, just between you and me...I saw Linda's show when she came through the D.C. Area (at Wolf Trap, a lovely place to watch a summer concert), and there was no political posturing to be found whatsoever, just a stunningly strong vocal performance and an amazing artistic interpretive skill.   The only thing she did that was even remotely non-singing oriented, was at the end of the concert, right before the encore, she mentioned she had seen the film Fahrenheit 9/11 and that she thought it was a very important film that every American should see, and she praised Michael Moore.    Then she offered the song "Desperado" in his honor, as an encore.
 
Ok, slap me and call me Susan, but I don't see what's so controversial about that?   All she did was mention she liked the film.    She didn't bash this administration (which by the way, had she, she'd be totally within her right to do so), nor did she assault the president verbally or even mention his name.      Why the alarm?   Has the political climate gotten so terribly repressive that even speaking your mind mildly now causes such a ruckus?   What is this?  The Soviet Union?
 
I am officially outraged.   I am outraged that we have allowed this administration to hijack our country and the ideals on which it was created.     Ashcroft, Rumy, et. al. have made it so that anytime anyone says anything even remotely critical of the current power cartel, that they be censored, one way or another.     This is absolutely frightening.
 
I am ashamed to be an American...and have been now since the 2000 Election.    When are we going to get back our country?   
 
It's no skin off Ronstadt's nose that she will no longer perform at the Aladdin (an establishment that was already going out of business anyway), she doesn't need that gig, she can live off of her past laurels.   But it does indicate the current repressive climate we find ourselves in, when an American citizen, an artist,  is not allowed to express her mind, be it on stage, in public, in private, on her front porch, wherever.    She has that right, just like you and I have the right to not go see her or not buy tickets to her concert if we don't want to.    What else is an artist for, if not to make us think as well as entertain us?
 
But to be denied employment or fired because of her views, that is bordering on totalitarianism.   And it not only scares me, but also pisses me off.
 
Let's vote with our conscious in November.   Let's make sure we get our country back.  
 
America, land of the free, with liberty and justice..FOR ALL.  Not just for those who agree with the current regime.
 







Monday, July 19, 2004

There's Gotta Be Somethin' Better Than This!

Well, it was quite a weekend.   It wasn't too bad actually, but there were definitely moments.    The rehearsal last night for Sweet Charity, the show I am currently choreographing, went well..especially since I had not been to a rehearsal in a few weeks.   Courtney, my dance captain has done a wonderful job of keeping all the dancers in top shape and in step with all the choreography.   I have to remember to buy her a big opening night gift!

There's a song in the show that keeps stickin' in my head, and it really has always been my favorite of the whole score, called "There's Gotta Be Somethin' Better Than This".   What a wonderful song by Cy Coleman and Dorothy Fields.   It's all about striving to be something better, to find a better life for yourself...to get OUT!    It's really moving and a great song to watch develop.    I think I have staged it to the best of my abilities and the best it can be for this particular production.   The 3 ladies who sing it are really great performers, each in their own way, and will bring a really nice mix to the show.    Maria, who plays Charity, is just such an amazing dancer, and as I'm discovering, also a great comedienne and a good singer.     I am surprised that so much comes out of such a nimble, little wispy gal like she is.    Michelle, who plays Helene, is just such a little firecracker!   And she's my little metronome, always on the beat and always remembering every little detail of the choreography..which is great for me.   Then there's Maggie, playing Nicky.    What a trouper!   And she has this warm, maternal energy that is really a fresh take on the role.   I'm so used to the Chita Rivera take from the movie (which is wonderful, the brash, tough as nails broad), but Maggie takes Nicky to another place, and I like it.  She softens Nicky's edges and makes her sweeter.  It works, especially off of Maria and Michele.    She is definitely more of a singer/actor than a dancer, and she sometimes has trouble keeping up with those dancing dynamos Michelle and Maria.   But honestly, she has so much heart and is working so hard, that I know she will get there.    I have faith in her.    It's just about remembering the steps, but when she gets them, they are lovely!  It's gonna be great!   
 
I love that all 3 ladies' names start with 'M'.   I call them my "3Ms".   "M&M&M".    : )     I already see the ending of the song is gonna be my favorite moment in the show.   It's almost making me cry now.
 
It reminds me why I do what I do.   It's been a joy working with these 3 ladies.  
 
 

Saturday, July 17, 2004

Sun, Pool and Fun...

Okay, so it's finally the weekend.   I tell you, it's been quite a week, so it was great to finally make it to that mini two day break we are lucky to have between each crazy work week.
 
Friday night was great cause I got to go to a party at my friend Katia's house.   Katia is a co-worker of mine at my day job and she is one of the coolest people I know.   She is half-French and half-Spanish, and she is just a little firecracker!   She has a wonderful new kitten called Luna.   Luna is the cutest little thing, and while I've always been more of a dog person, Luna has certainly won me over with her charm.   She is just such a people cat, when most cats seem to not really care whether you are there or not.    Not Luna, she likes people and wants people to play with her and that makes all the difference.    Katia cooked some delicious Spanish "Tortilla de Papas" and chorizos and we all had a great time talking about our lives, bitching about work and just laughing a lot.
 
Today I've been enjoying my pool, hanging out with some friends who live in my condo and just catching up on the gossip.    Apparently, last night there was this big brouhaha (is that how that is spelled?) at my condo.   A resident from the 6th floor was taken out of the building in handcuffs and on a stretcher.   Apparently, she had some sort of nervous breakdown.   I didn't see it, but I was told.    In a way it's kind of scary.    She was in her mid 40s and lived alone with her cat.    You can't help but wonder what made her snap?   And who's to say I'm not next!  :)
 
I'm just kiddin'!   But it does make you think about how lucky you can be when you have friends and family who care for you and you aren't all alone in the world.   Some people are, and I feel bad for them.
 
Tonight I will probably head over to Remington's, my favorite gay bar in D.C.    It's a country-western bar actually, and while I used to hate country music, I have to admit I have grown to love it and especially the dancing!   Two-stepping is a wonderful hobby and a way to meet neat people in a non-threatening atmosphere.    I have been a regular at Remy's (as we call it) for over 3 years now and I have no plans of stopping my visits.   It's truly a great place to hang out, especially on a Saturday night.   The crowd is friendly, the music is good and the price is right (only $4 cover!).    
 
Tomorrow I have plans to have brunch with my friend Justin, who is visiting from out of town, together with my friends Stephen and Jim.    It should be fun.   Then in the afternoon I have rehearsal for Sweet Charity.
 
As for Dusty, I have been enjoying my recent issue of the Dusty Springfield Bulletin, a quarterly fan magazine for Dusty afficionados, like me.     It's made in the U.K. by Paul Howes, one of Dusty's longest time fans.   He does a fantastic job putting it all together with fantastic color pictures and great interviews and articles about La Springfield.    It's truly a wonderful magazine for us Dusty fans.     Apparently, a new Dusty song has been discovered that nobody has ever known about before.   The song is called "I Will Wait For Love" and was recorded (but never used) for the 1969 film A Nice Girl Like Me.    Paul keeps unearthing these never before heard singles/songs and it makes for quite a lot of excitement for those of us who thought there was no more "new"  Dusty to be heard, especially since her death 5 years ago.     I am anxious to get a hand on a copy of it when it is released.
 
Well, that's about it for today, I hope to post again on Monday if I get a chance.   It's the first day of a big Environmental Economics for Development Policy course I am running, so I'm not sure I will find time in the hectic day to blog, but I will try.
 
Here's to enjoying what's left of the weekend!
 

Friday, July 16, 2004

TGIF!

Well, it's Friday, and about time too...
 
Not much of exciting to report, except that this weekend I will be working hard to complete choreography for the show I am currently working on Sweet Charity at Elden Street Players.   
 
It's been a very good ride so far, although it was definitely a challenge choreographing a show for a community theatre after having choreographed several professional shows.   I keep having to remind myself that it's a whole different ball game.   The main difference is that the perfomers are not paid and the theatre has less resources than some of the regional theatres I have worked for.    It's just a different mood to get into.     It causes some friction on occasion, but nothing that can't be resolved.    The director, Ellen Dempsey, is working extra hard to get it all together.   I really don't envy her, she is really putting 200% into the project, and meanwhile I just show up 1 or 2 times a week and do my thing.     But hey, I guess that's why I don't direct.   Ugh.
 
I'm hoping the weekend will be sunny, at least tomorrow.  I need some pool time!   I pay enough in condo fees, I should at least be able to enjoy my pool, right? 
 
Speaking of Sweet Charity, did you know that Dusty Springfield recorded a song from the show in the 60s?    She recorded "Where Am I Going?", which was also the title of her 1967 LP Where Am I Going?  It's a wonderful Dusty album, typical of her pre-Dusty In Memphis days.   (As some may or may not know, Dusty's most critically celebrated LP was DIM, often on critics top 100 lists of best pop albums of all time, most recently scoring a position on Rolling Stone's top 100 LPs of all time).    But DIM came out in 1969.    Where Am I Going  is from an earlier era, before Dusty found a more unified sound.     This one is eclectic, full of wonderful vocal highs and lows and an emotional range not heard before or since.   
 
I can never make up my mind with Dusty about which period of hers I prefer the best.    I love her pre-DIM period (1964-1969), with her wildly eclectic song choices, her pioneering approach to music and singing and her ability to enfuse emotional weight to pretty much anything she sang.   But then there's the post-DIM period (1970-1974) which has her singing in her upper register, almost like a female falsetto, with a softer, cooler feel, and this vocally seems to be her strongest period as well.    It's really hard to chose one period though, so you know what?
 
I don't.    I love them both and I love other periods of her career as well, I love them all!   : ) 
 
Maybe that's the key to why I love Dusty Springfield so much.    I never get bored of listening to her because she's always different, yet always consistently good.     Gotta love that in a pop singer.  







Thursday, July 15, 2004

Musings of a burnoutee

Ack! It's turned into quite a busy day here at the ol' day job. I find it's sometimes rather dull to just sit here and do my daily administrative tasks. But if I can stay focused on the big picture (helping the poor!), I can somehow get through the beaurocracy and the minutia. Somehow. Someplace. Somewhere.

Anyway, I doubt if anyone will ever even read this. The whole idea of a Blog is sort of weird. I mean, it's sort of like a journal, but then, not. I mean..a journal is private, a blog..well everyone/anyone can read it. So as tempted as I am to use this forum to vent my most intimate frustrations and reveal my innermost secrets, I think I may have to refrain.

Who knows who might read it? I could get in trouble.

HA!

Anyway, yesterday was Bastille Day ("Vive La France!") and I went with several co-workers to this great little French bistro in Georgetwon called Café La Ruche.

This place has wonderful atmosphere, delicious food and wine, but somewhat slow and haphazard service. But overall, it was a fun night. I actually walked home from Georgetown after dinner. It's nice to be able to live close enough to walk home. It did take about 45 minutes, but it was such a lovely evening and I needed the exercise. And the view of D.C. from the Key Bridge is always soothing.

Did you know that Dusty Springfield, my favorite singer of all time actually recorded an entire album in French? It's called Mademoiselle Dusty...it was actually an EP released in the 60s containing many of her French language recordings. Dusty was amazingly eclectic, and not only did she sing beautifully in English, her native language, but she also sang in French, Italian, German, Portuguese and Spanish. All with great skill and nuance. The woman was a genius!

For a list of some of Dusty's foreign language songs:

Continental Dusty

For a picture of the cover of the Mademoiselle Dusty EP (gotta love that hair!) go here:

Mademoiselle Dusty

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Okay, where to begin?

Okay, where to begin? Well, first of all...even if you've never heard of Dusty Springfield, this blog could still hold some interest to you. Why? You might ask? Because it serves a purpose other than worshipping at the altar of La Springfield. It also is meant to let you know what I'm up to, what I'm thinking, how I'm feeling, etc...

Besides, it's cheaper than therapy. Right?

Right!

So, to start off, here is the Dusty portion of this post.

Dusty Springfield was easily, one of the best and most talented pop singers to ever grace us with her vocal charms. Born Mary Isobel Bernadette Catherine O'Brien in Hampstead, England in 1939, by the age of 12 she was already drawn to music. Having been raised on a steady diet of Peggy Lee, Jelly Roll Morton and Beethoven(what a mix!), she showed early sings of what was to be when she sang "St. Louis Woman" for her All Girls Convent School talent show. The Nuns were horrified I'm sure, but Dusty didn't care! She wanted to be a "blues singer".

Pretty wild dreams for an Irish-Catholic Brit girl from Hampstead! But little did she know, her dreams would come true in more ways than one, and that one day, she'd be hitting the top of the British and International charts when the British Invasion hit America in the early 1960s.

More about Dusty later (of course), but for now, if you want a very complete biography of Dusty's early life, check out:

Early Success

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Now onto me and what's up today. It's a Wednesday. Which means it's a nice day to start a blog. Hump day. Day where we try to distract ourselves from our hum-drum day jobs and find some creativity and fun in our every day life. So starting a blog was my way of doing that today. So there world! Take that!

Anyway, for those who don't know me, I have sort of a double life. Now, now, it's not that exciting, but it does require some explaining.

You see, during the day, I work for a rather large International Organization, helping developing countries to maintain and develop their economies without ruining their environments. Ok, I guess it sounds nobler than it is.

But then by night, I am busy as a professional dance choreographer/fight director/teacher/actor/singer/dancer in the Washington, D.C. theatre scene.

Of course, my passion is for my night job, and my day job pays the bills, but nevertheless I feel right now that both are a good balance and work well for me. For now.

I've been leading this "double life" since I moved back to DC in 1998. 6 years! Ack! I've been having some doubts as to how long I want to keep doing it this way, but for now it seems this is better than the alternative (a) a life with no art, no creativity, or (b)a life with no money to pay the rent.

So alas, I am stuck in the middle, albeit not necessarily in a bad way. It's all good.

More later...

LuvDusty Rides Again!

Welcome to my Blog! I had been wanting to start one for a while now, but it was really about finding the time to do it and finding a reason. So here it is.

The purpose of this blog will be two-fold:

1)To have a place to express my love and devotion to the greatest female pop singer who ever lived: DUSTY SPRINGFIELD.

2)To have an outlet to express my thoughts, frustrations, political views, tips to share, questions, etc...for all my friends, family and even (gasp!) strangers to see.

I think this is enough, don't you? So let's begin!