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77-05-27-29 Mumps Wh 07-33 No Art
May 27-29, 1977
Shot during daytime in
front of the Whisky. |
77-05-27-29 Mumps
Wh 07-12 Stairs Outside
May 27-29, 1977 Whisky backstairs
The backstairs to/from the
Whisky, which I never used/saw except for this photo. Did any
of the regulars use the back door? I came in and left via the
front door. |
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77-05-27-29 Mumps
Wh 05-12 Joseph Fleury
Joseph, always stylish and
shy, Whisky backstage.
One of my best memories was
seeing their late manager, adorable Joseph Fleury,
who also managed Sparks, and equally delightful Brad
Dunning. They both were tall and thin, and I'd throw
myself on the floor, wrapping my arms around one of their legs.
I had such a thing for long, thin legs. They'd look down, roll
their eyes, and continue talking.
from
Brad:
"Just had a great time
looking at the Mumps photos and comments you recently posted.
Oh jeez I forgot what Joseph Fleury looked like, sort of . .
. sad, he was a very good guy . . . and I laughed quite out
loud at your funny comment how we would roll our eyes and continue
talking. So funny . . . I do remember that actually . . . we
didn't know what to do. Someday I will dust off all my old Mumps
fan club stuff . . . and Cramps fan club stuff. Thanks for the
memories."
So many handsome, charming,
sexy, vibrant, creative, brillant, nice men. So many gone.
We still are surrounded by
HIV and AIDS. Support the LA
AIDS Project.
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77-05-27-29 Mumps
Wh 05-13 Joseph Fleury
People always ask me why I
don't work on my photos more often. Do you know how hard it
is to look at these two shots of Joseph, whom I perfectly captured,
with his dreamy, far-away preoccupied look and the one with
his ever present hand in his mouth, nervously chewing his nails
and remember the last time I saw him?
It was in the mid-80's and
the Chris Brownlie Hospice for AIDS patients just opened. I
got so lost trying to find it on a hot, smoggy day. I was joined
by Mark Martinez. Dear Joseph was so ill, his mind and body
ravaged by AIDS. Chatty Jenny was speechless and thank goodness
for Mark, cos I managed to hold back my tears. I had a blue
and gold macaw who never said my name. Except when I came home
from the hospice and only then did he say, "Hi Jenny."
And I cried and cried. |
