My 200th Post. Befitting.
Yeah, pretty much.
Then again, I am a sensualist, so… (get your minds out of the gutter, it means ALL FIVE SENSES. Now, you may put your minds back in the gutter, if you like.)
NB: activities involving other people, natch, can only apply this with consent. Duh.
Elsa Lanchester in Bride of Frankenstein, 1935
via wickedhalo: oldhollywood:
The swans in Regents Park in London inspired me in my performance. They’re really very nasty creatures, always hissing at you. So I used the memory of that hiss. The soundmen ran some of my hisses and screams backwards to add to the strangeness. I spent so much time screaming that I lost my voice and couldn’t speak for days.
“I owe Marilyn Monroe a real debt. It was because of her that I played the Mocambo, a very popular nightclub in the ’50s. She personally called the owner of the Mocambo (who had refused to book Fitzgerald because she was black), and told him she wanted me booked immediately, and if he would do it, she would take a front table every night. She told him - and it was true, due to Marilyn’s superstar status - that the press would go wild. The owner said yes, and Marilyn was there, front table, every night. The press went overboard… After that, I never had to play a small jazz club again. She was an unusual woman - a little ahead of her times. And she didn’t know it.”
-Ella Fitzgerald
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