Monday, January 28, 2008

Perique and Mike

Well it finally happened. My girl got married. Now mind you she is an organized, brilliant, beautiful Italian girl, she had the officiant for the wedding even before she had the groom. Honestly. She had seen me perform a ceremony years prior and was determined that she would have me. Time passed, she found the man, they fell in love. She knew he was the one and he 'surprised' her with a ring and a promise. She said 'yes' and within a week she had the dress, the ring, the florist, the place, the caterers, the date, the cake and the minister. There is no stopping this woman when she gets going.

Being her minister meant attending the family functions, writing and performing the ceremony, coaching their vows, lining the bridal party up and working with the coordinator. Tiffany was amazing to work with, as she is amazing as a person. One of the benefits of having a wide circle of friends is that you have an amazing network of spies and thieves. Ministers, coordinators and photographers as well. My very first bride, the woman who started my ministry, Jen was the photographer. It was a pretty tremendous collaboration on many levels. The best part is, as the minister I was privy to little surprises like this one; an altar-side surprise photo.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Upcoming events.

As if anyone needs a reason to lift a glass or celebrate the season in some fashion, here are the upcoming events.

1/27 Perique and Mike's tying of the knot.
1/31 Tony's Notary exam
2/2 Groundhog Day (mattie, jimbo and monica's bday, by the by)
2/2 - 2/5 Carnival (flashes chest)
2/5 Mardis Gras (flashes again)
2/7 Chinese New Year (hi Nick)
2/14 Valentine's Day
2/17 Sebbeth
2/18 President's Day

And PS February is Black History Month, go learn something.

Friday, January 18, 2008

Famous 17's for January.

Keeping Sebbeth (17th) special reminds us to see who else celebrates on that day. For me personaly It's Rossy-poo, Brian my fairy-godson, and Perique's brother Peter. But here are some others. I think I identify with one or two.

  • Benjamin Franklin 1706
  • Anton Chekhov 1860
  • David Lloyd George (Britain)1863
  • Noah Beery 1883
  • Mack Sennet 1884
  • Marjorie Gateson 1891
  • Al Capone 1899
  • Nevil Shute 1899
  • Vido Musso 1913
  • George Handy 1920
  • Betty White 1922
  • Moira Shearer 1926
  • Eartha Kitt 1927
  • Vidal Sassoon 1928
  • Jacques Plante 1929
  • James Earl Jones 1931
  • Sheree North 1933
  • Shari Lewis (Hurwitz) 1934
  • Troy Donahue 1937
  • Maury Povich 1939
  • Muhammad Ali 1945
  • William Hart (Delfonics) 1945
  • Mick Taylor (Rolling Stones) 1948
  • Andy Kaufman 1949
  • Steve Earle 1955
  • Paul Young 1956
  • David Caruso 1956
  • Steve Harvey 1957
  • Susanna Hoffs (Bangles)1957
  • John Crawford (Berlin)1960
  • Jim Carrey 1962
  • Shabba Ranks 1966
  • Kid Rock 1971
  • Ray J 1981
  • Amanda Wilkinson (The Wilkinsons) 1982

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Color Purple.

I had a sweet beginning for my 12 Days. I went to the Ahmanson Theatre downtown to see Oprah Winfrey Presents; The Color Purple. I went with Lindsay and her man Josh, and Jenny Martinez whom I had not seen in eight months. Jenny is this latina spitfire who I used to work with who went all corporate on us and was swept away in expense accounts, clients and hot young boys. Lindsay is my partner in crime at work currently. She works like a man, can talk like a man and makes me go to yoga even when I don't want to. Josh is from my home state and besmitten with Lindsay. It was a nice circle of something old (me), something new (first 12 Day Of 40), something borrowed (time away), and something blue (Purple). Yes Perique, the wedding metaphor is an homage to your pending nuptials in ten days. I'm performing her ceremony. She asked me to do this even before she had her groom. She's a planner. Perique is my emergency contact out here on the Left Coast. My family is back east and if I need someone to claim the body, boom, she became an instant cousin. This is a popular trend in Italian households, the creation of as many cousins as the neighborhood allows. It's very funny to me how you can cultivate family wherever you are and insulate yourself against Life's harsh times by caring. I'm pretty lucky with the people in my life. They always pop up at the right times.


Jenny and I had dinner pre-show while Josh and Linz made their way thru LA traffic. You may as well be machetying your way through a rain forest when your traverse rush hour traffic to get downtown from Venice. Nuff said. They arrived frazzled and we arrived buzzed, a great combo. The show was fairly well full with Opraheads abounding. There were so many people in touch with their Spirit I wasn't sure when the stage lights went up or if the crowd was 'having a moment'. The show was an awkwardly staged version of a tremendous film. I watched this movie for the first time back in '95 with LM in a snowed-in, freezingly cold Auburn, NY. She was appalled that I hadn't seen the movie and made me watch it. She also fed me ravioli, red wine and bruchetta so the carb coma I was in made the viewing difficult (the movie is long). When I would knod off (Grampa) she would yell/beat me. I've never forgotten such surly hospitality with such an important message. I LOVE THIS MOVIE. The key elements of the show were captured and staged, but I can't help but think that the stage directions were conceived under far too many Starbuck products. So many gratuitous set changes, so little time. Plenty of story to overmind the frenetic activities, so much so that many nuances got lost. But every time I would get hypercritical of it a beautiful song and witty lyrics brought me to my gay knees. I'm a sucker in a musical. As was Linz, tears at the end of Act 2.


The show is entertaining and I hope many people get to see it. So many key moments reared their head in the performances. Linz had not seen the movie so as we would coach her through the moments, she fell even more in love with it. See LM, I'm paying it back. The woman who played Celie has a a show stopping number at the end that I was soooo not ready for and could barely keep in my seat. "I'm Here" will move you to the far side of your chair when you see it. You'd have to be in a concrete cell not to feel this. She took the tiles off the ceilings. The dancing was great. The eye candy was great. The flow was awkward and the lighting odd. The sound was inconstant but when I would get obnoxious, another amazing moment would take me down. Damn crafty, that Oprah. Good show, see it.


Something from my past came back to haunt me tonite. This movie- made- play made me pretty happy. Full circle of a sorts. LM brought the movie to me. She recently fell back in my life. I needed to stretch my spasming legs at intermission and ran into Steve from my old Improv group. I'd been haunting him last year to get coffee but he was always suffering from LAFlake disorder. A fact I let him know clearly. Great to see him anyway. And the fact that going downtown to the Music Centre in all of it's twinkly light, water fountain, big banner atmosphere made me remember the good times with J when we would do this. Life moves forward, and we can always look over our shoulder to see where we've been. The view sometimes, is awesome.


The road to 40 is going to be marked in nostalgia and promise and I can't wait to live it. Be advised that my contribution to society this month is not just avid theater going. I will be taking the Notary Public exam on the 31st and pray to post to you that I've passed and will be not only a most reverend holy man, an actor, waiter, improv artist, gardener, caterer, hyphenate but also a respected citizen with a stamp to prove it, and legal documents, natch.


Peaceout.

Day One.

Here we are all ready!

Can you imagine the Yellow Brickroad starts from here! Not that this is Munchkinland but we are definitely en route to the Emerald City.

The 12 Days Of 40's Mission Statement;

353 days aside, the remaining are earmarked to be remarkable. Whether it is
civic, social, personal or professional the activities centered on (or around)
the seventeenth of every month are offered in tribute from the man, the
myth, the monkey, Tony Spatafora. The tributes will reflect the people, places
and times the author cherishes. Some will be testimonial, some will be
volunteerism, all will be in the attempt to better the man. Festivities will
culminate on the seventeenth of December when the author will turn Forty.

Please tune in to this blog to find out the author's progress and see the pictures of whatever inanity he's done. All are welcome, shoes aren't necessary. Please make the ice in advance.