Honestly, I just don’t care any more. Any person that has witnessed a high-quality, well performed burlesque show should be able to tell the difference. I think if you were to put burlesque and stripping on a spectrum, they would be at opposite ends. There is bound to be, of course, some stripping that has burlesque elements, and some lower-brow burlesque that blurs the distinction between the two. Of course it is always important to remember that early burlesque was considered very low-brow, and only now that it’s in revival has it been elevated to the level of “art” in some peoples eyes.
Interview Questions
Honestly, I just don’t care any more. Any person that has witnessed a high-quality, well performed burlesque show should be able to tell the difference. I think if you were to put burlesque and stripping on a spectrum, they would be at opposite ends. There is bound to be, of course, some stripping that has burlesque elements, and some lower-brow burlesque that blurs the distinction between the two. Of course it is always important to remember that early burlesque was considered very low-brow, and only now that it’s in revival has it been elevated to the level of “art” in some peoples eyes.
Cherry’s DeLuxe, in case you missed the memo…
Presenting
Cherry’s DeLuxe: A Burlesque and Variety Show
!!!!THE GAME SHOW EDITION!!!!
At this year’s Kansas City Fringe Festival
Come see as we turn your favorite game shows upside down and inside out with hilarity, rabid irreverence and a great big heaping of audience participation!!! (THIS MEANS YOU!!! Especially if you’re super attractive, or in the front row… or a theater critic.) Oh yeah, and there’ll be BOOBIES! MUCHO BOOBIES!!!
Your host and hostesses for the evening:
the seductively hilarious Lucky DeLuxe
the sassy sarcasm of Annie Cherry
general toilet humor and other sweet nasties by Gilda Lily
the sugar coated antics of Miss Honey Valentine
the estimable Luke Warm (or Spalding Hott, depending on his mood…)
With a rotating cast of special guests that include:
the wild and exotic Kitty Von Minx
and
the beautiful yet carnivorous flower that is Ms. Rita Brinkerhoff
Shows will be in the XS Lighting space at 1632 Broadway (across from the new Performing Arts Center)
I HEAR IT’S AIR CONDITIONED!!!!
Our capacity is 50-60 seated, with a bit more standing room and WE WILL SELL OUT! So make it a priority to get in on the good times…
Wednesday, July 23rd, at 8pm
Thursday, July 24th, at 9:30
Friday, July 25th, at 8pm
Saturday, July 26th, at 11pm
Tickets are $10 with a FF button!!!
Go to www.kcfringe.org for more info about how ticketing works for FF
and for the love of Merv Griffin… PLEASE REPOST!!! Trebek would want it that way…
WE WANT TO BE YOUR MYSPACE FRIEND!!! www.myspace.com/cherrysdeluxe
My own personal Tease-o-Rama
The premise of this number is that I’ve never been on stage before. Convincing, ain’t I?
This is the “Groovy” number, which ideally is performed to entirely different music, but this’ll do in a pinch.
This is Mambo Italiano, which basically I fuck up from the get go. I couldn’t hear myself very well and there seems to be a weird delay… But, it was the first time I had performed it, which should serve as a reminder to myself: Don’t do a song or a dance unrehearsed and purely on a whim… Oh yeah, and don’t drink so damn much.
shopping list 6/28/2008 (a.k.a. what is she building in there?)
masonite
primer
paint
string of large, carnival-tent-style lightbulbs
easel(?)
power strip
long extension cord
smoke machine(?)
So, back to the drawing board, or blog, as the case may be…
I know that last post was almost six months ago.
The day after the Hurly Burly 2008 I found out my father had lung cancer, terminal small cell carcinoma. Basically I didn’t give a shit about blogging anymore. Go figure. He died on his birthday, February 11th. He turned sixty that day. He died with the radio playing Duke Ellington, and his family and friends around him. So now that I’ve had a little time to process all of that, I am back with a blogging vengeance… And I have a lot to catch up on. Soon. Tomorrow, even.
xo, Annie Cherry
It’s not all glamour…
So, my friend Beth is a mime. For reals. She is also a producer, and last summer I performed at a benefit for her production company. At this benefit there were not only live performances but also a silent auction, and one of the items auctioned was a performance by Beth herself. Well, the couple that won Beth’s performance, at a time and place of their choosing, were named Bulldog and Weezy.
Bulldog and Weezy decided to utilize Beth’s miming skills at a birthday party they were throwing for their friend Bob… at the Independence Moose Lodge. Being that Bulldog and Weezy had also seen my performance they thought it would be fun to have me along as well, for a handsome fee. Since these were presumably friends of Beth’s, I agreed. I also brought my friend Todd along to serve as bodyguard.
We arrive at the Moose Lodge. Beth is not there yet. The Lodge is, of course, complete with flea-bitten moose head and creepy painting of a little boy saying his bedtime prayers. The Lodge is also filled to the gills with bikers. The kind with motorcycles.
Inside, the buffet is extensive, the table holding every shape and size of crock-pot imaginable. It smells of mashed potatoes, though as the evening progressed I came to understand that no one had, in fact, brought any mashed potatoes. I must have been smelling scalloped all that time. Todd and I settle in to wait for showtime. Myself with a whiskey, rocks, Todd with a soda of some kind. We meet a new friend or three, many with names like Budda, and Walrus. Oh yeah… Walrus.
Walrus is apparently the alpha-moose. He hovered around all night, asking Beth and I questions like “What is it with fisting?”, but I digress.
Beth arrives after briefly becoming lost in the wilds of Independence, and it’s time to get dressed for the show. I get into my first costume. Unbeknownst to me, Weezy had briefed the audience on what they’ll be witnessing. She informs them that we are theatrical professionals and big in the KC “arts scene”. This briefing, while thoughtful, only serves to make the audience unsure of how to react.
We do our numbers. They applaud politely… We deliberately coax a couple of hoots and hollers. We’re done, and we change back into street clothes, and seat ourselves at the bar.
Beth and I proceed to get pretty much tanked, which considering the circumstances seems like the most appropriate course of action. We sit at the bar, with Todd as our ‘muscle’, I in pigtails, and Beth in whiteface, drinking, and laughing at the situations we get ourselves into.
All in all, Bulldog, Weezy, and the gang were a bunch of sweethearts. And God bless Weezy for bring a sense of culture to the Moose Lodge. And, of course… Happy birthday, Bob!
The image of the burlesque performer…
Life is colored by perspective. Yes, what we burlesque performers do can be seen as glamorous, empowering, brave even. We are also seen by some as immoral, scandalous, or disgusting.
Some people seem to think we party like rock stars all the time… Booze, men, drugs. Hi-lar-ious to me. On any given Friday night, IF I’m not baking cookies and watching movies with my son, I’m hanging out on the couch with another burlesque performer or another friend watching a DVD. Or maybe I’m busting my behind making a costume out of salvaged bits and fabric glue for a show later in the week… I mean, don’t get me wrong, sometimes the ‘image’ is kind of cool to have, but it’s generally not true to life.
One thing that consistently seems to surprise people is how little we burlesque performers are hit on after shows. Men are generally very respectful and polite. Women (for the most part) are the best though. They are extremely supportive of what we do and often want to get involved themselves. Occasionally there will be an insecure lady who is negative, projecting that we are man stealing loose women, or criticizing our weight, or a skeezy dude that thinks we’re strippers, but these are to be ignored in favor of all of our lovely, encouraging supporters.
To generalize, what we actually are is confident, strong, creative, inspired and ambitious. We have seen the beauty that other women have put forth into this art form for decades, and we have been inspired. Burlesque is fun, it’s fabulous… and it’s FEARLESS. I think this fearlessness is what makes our detractors so wary. It’s confusing to our society to see what is often perceived prey, in the role of predator. The passive becoming aggressive, and happy about it. Any time this reversal happens the former underdog is vilified. We become The Whore, in opposition to The Virgin. There is no room in some peoples minds for any other type of woman, and this, my friend, is why we burlesque gals seem to be so fascinating. This, and the fact that we glue sparkles to our nipples. Oh, the audacity of the fearless, unapologetic, openly sexual woman! Viva Burlesque!



