A Gay/campy chronicling of daily life in NYC,with individual kernels of human truth. copyright 2011 by The Raving Queen
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Happy "Frank Mills" Day, Girls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At some point today--or. more likely, this evening, I will stand in front of the Waverly (now the IFC) Theatre on Sixth Avenue near West 4th Street in the Village, and sing this song from "HAIR," just as I have for the past 33 years, marred only by the 9/11 attacks in 2001. This is quite a record, lambs!
Let's see, when I first started this, I was all of 23 years of age. Still young enough to do "HAIR." That may not be the case now, but when have I ever let something like that stop me????? And to think Shelley Plimpton, pictured above, who sang the song originally in the musical classic, is now 65--a Senior Citizen, yet!!!!!!!!!!--and rests her laurels on this legendary distinction, and of course, being the mother of the fabulous Martha Plimpton!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have always wondered if Shelley has known about my little paean to she and the song. Somehow, I think she does.
This has been quite a week. From the tragedy of yesterday to the theatricality of today. And wait till you see what is coming your way on Thursday and Friday!!!!!!!!!
So, a Happy "Frank Mills" Day to one and all!!!!!!!!!!!!
How nice to be now living in Brooklyn, somewhere!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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OK, I have to ask:do you attract a crowd outside the theatre when you sing Frank Mills? I just realized I've been reading your blog for a year because I remember you mentioning this last year. I swear,next year I'm coming to see you!
Funny you should ask. It has varied over the years. Often no one notices, because I am sure many don't know the song, or barely remember it. But two years stand out. One time, I was doing it, and there was this young girl, not far away from me, who seemed to be genuinely waiting for someone. As I started to sing, she began to slowly inch herself away further and further.
The best by far was the year ther was this wino, drinking in front of the Waverly. I commenced, he looke at me, looked at the bottle, looked at me again, then threw up the bottle, and ran! My guess is he is now a Wall Streeter.
I welcome anyone who wants to come. I will keep you posted about next year!
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