Gawd, I do appreciate you - politics-wise, gayness-wise, and theatre-wise. An anecdote, just cuz: When I was 16, in 1979, I went to New York with my same-age cousin - innocent Canadian kids staying in Brooklyn with his grandmother, which was like a real-life Woody Allen movie (even more so than my dad's family in Montreal). I was already obsessed with experimental theatre by then, and he loved more conventional fare, so he agreed to come with me to Soho to see the Wooster Group ("Point Judith", with Willem Dafoe) and I went to Broadway shows with him. We saw Chorus Line (don't remember it at all) and Bowie in Elephant Man (I recall his initial appearance and how he bent himself into the contorted position he'd hold for the rest of the performance - he was great). When we headed to Wooster Street, we got the wrong directions and ended up in some area that was deserted but looked like it usually catered to longshoremen. A cop directed us back the other way, saying we probably didn't want to be hanging around this neighbourhood, so we retraced our steps and found the show, which was a wonderful and entirely inexplicable experience. Oh, and another time we took an express subway by mistake, noticing that there were less and less white folks on the train ... until we were in Harlem and realized there were none. We hopped on the next one back - all good. Thanks and best....
Gawd, I do appreciate you - politics-wise, gayness-wise, and theatre-wise. An anecdote, just cuz: When I was 16, in 1979, I went to New York with my same-age cousin - innocent Canadian kids staying in Brooklyn with his grandmother, which was like a real-life Woody Allen movie (even more so than my dad's family in Montreal). I was already obsessed with experimental theatre by then, and he loved more conventional fare, so he agreed to come with me to Soho to see the Wooster Group ("Point Judith", with Willem Dafoe) and I went to Broadway shows with him. We saw Chorus Line (don't remember it at all) and Bowie in Elephant Man (I recall his initial appearance and how he bent himself into the contorted position he'd hold for the rest of the performance - he was great). When we headed to Wooster Street, we got the wrong directions and ended up in some area that was deserted but looked like it usually catered to longshoremen. A cop directed us back the other way, saying we probably didn't want to be hanging around this neighbourhood, so we retraced our steps and found the show, which was a wonderful and entirely inexplicable experience. Oh, and another time we took an express subway by mistake, noticing that there were less and less white folks on the train ... until we were in Harlem and realized there were none. We hopped on the next one back - all good. Thanks and best....