November posts
Nov. 2nd, 2017 10:00 pmTruth meme: I swear to tell the truth, the half-truth and nothing but
www.bbc.com/news/av/world-asia-india-40520645/the-indian-man-who-fought-to-be-a-belly-dancer
( Hiring a new Emcee. Good day! )
Journal - Entry Three - 11th @ 12am
( Saw Emcee?...Hanging on by a thread. )
Journal - Entry Four - 12th @ 11am
( Really bad day :( I'll be ok... )
Journal - Entry five - 15th @ 4am
( Woops. Crap. (Trigger for health related things) )
Journal - Entry Six - 18th @ 12pm
( Father's funeral? )
Journal - Entry Seven - 18th @ 5pm
( I need to know... )
Journal thing - Entry One
May. 8th, 2017 11:21 pmWhatever.
Doctor Deyncourt keeps journals. This is totally not my thing but I figured why not try since, obviously, yoga, meditation, dancing, singing
I don't really have anything to really write. Just a hundred questions. And images I can't shake yet. Anyway, here goes--
I feel like I lost something that I never had in the first place.
Is it normal to want to see him again?
He still knew more about me than anyone else even though I only saw him for a short time. How messed up is that?
I
But I don't. Hate him, that is.
Does that mean there's something wrong with me?
Was he disappointed in me? Why does it matter? It doesn't matter. Then why does it matter?
How can I be talking about
This is lame. I'm sure it works for some peeps but I've got work to do. We're installing a new security system at the club today and the marble finally came in to replace the floor downstairs where the blood browned the tiles. I don't know, maybe once I don't have to look at it anymore, it might make some things a bit better.
April Dance Vid
Apr. 20th, 2017 10:03 pmOh, no. She totally doesn't feel this in the deepest, blackest depths of her soul. Nope. Why would she?? Just because it mirrors everything that happened? Nah, pffft.
Ezera's creation was inspired by the book Farewell to Berlin, which was the original source material for the movie and Broadway show, Cabaret. And, of course, her story was particularly inspired by the Broadway production. "The musical, set in 1931 Berlin as the Nazis are rising to power, it is based in nightlife at the seedy Kit Kat Klub, and revolves around young American writer Cliff Bradshaw and his relationship with 32-year-old English cabaret performer Sally Bowles (which doesn’t end well as you can imagine--it doesn't end well in our retelling either, but that's a story for another day). Overseeing the action is the Master of Ceremonies at the Kit Kat Klub. The club serves as a metaphor for ominous political developments in late Weimar Germany." The Cabaret broadway retelling brings this to the fore much more darkly after its second debut in New York and then in London.
This inspires our modern version, in which Ezera descends from a line of cabaret folk (from her father’s side). Her grandfather, a person from history, is "Werner Finck (2 May 1902 – 31 July 1978) who “was a German Kabarett comedian, actor and author. Not politically motivated by his own admission but just a "convinced individualist", he became one of Germany's leading cabaret artists under the conditions of the Nazi suppression after 1933.” He owned the Katalomb Kaberet.
Historically, "Katakombe was closed on 10 May 1935 on the orders of Minister Joseph Goebbels. Finck and his colleagues were interned for six weeks in Esterwegen concentration camp. The Katakombe ensemble took their arrest in good stride, because they still performed despite their imprisonment. They reasoned that before the cabaret closed down they had performed with anxiety due to the fear of incarceration; now they did need not to fear because they were already in prison! It was due to the intervention of his friend, actress Käthe Dorsch, who talked to Goebbels' rival Hermann Göring, that Finck was released on 1 July on condition that he did not work in public for a year."
For the purposes of Ezera’s story and to give her and her family a strong sense of mistrust for political and security establishments for generations, Dorsch’s persuasions are unsuccessful and the ensemble, along with her grandfather, are killed.
Both her father and then Ezera have continue to have trouble with the cops and security apparatus throughout the life of the club, whether in Berlin or New York, for different reasons. Ezera's own tenure at the head of the club brings with it tense relations with the NYPD.
Josef Baader, Ezera’s father (whose surname was changed to Baader when he migrated to the United States), had similar success in his own time, reopened the nightclub, and ran it illegally with some infamy. In our story the club closes permanently slightly after the Berlin Wall falls and a young Ezera and her family are pressured to flee Germany. The cabaret had aways been a seat of political dissent and resistance against the regime organized through the arts (song, dance, comedy). Over the course of many years, dissenters found refuge in the cabaret as well as those escaping the German Stasi, like Emcee (shorter version for Master of Ceremonies), who was saved by Ezera’s father. When they flee, they flee with Emcee in tow and they leave because as the German intelligentsia starts bleeding out overnight, it decides to clean up its loose ends, which happens to include the secrets that Ezera’s father and Emcee have thanks to years in the establishment (Emcee) and through the dissenters that they housed (Josef Baader). They also leave because the Baader family was part of the resistance movement in East Germany. Ezera would have had no idea then as these things were not mentioned to children in fear that they might say something in public that could compromise the family or the resistance. The going-ons at the cabaret were normal things for Ezera as she grew older and a lot of the time the people that came through were just known to her as 'Uncle' or 'Aunt', a term of respect but also a necessary cover to protect everyone.
This is the model that Ezera’s father brings to the United States when he opens another Katakomb Kabaret in NYC wishing for a new start for his family. But sometimes you can’t run from the past.
Ezera’s character is very loosely based on Anita Berber, an interesting but controversial figure in Weimer Germany and Sally Balls, the character from Caberet. Her two other loose influences come from real life, a composite of people that I met when I was an emergency manager, people who had lost everything in terrible disasters, but still stood tall, resilient, determined and filled with gratitude that despite the horror they faced, despite the uncertainty of their future and the need to start over from nothing, they were alive. And a colleague, who didn’t survive a particularly brutal cancer but had such an internal light, amazing personality, resilience and strength within her despite of it.
As a result of her historical backstory and her own backstory, Ezera is meant to be a light in life, a woman that truly shines bright, is out for a good time and has little shame, traits that can be easily misinterpreted as being a result of naiveté when in fact they come from positive choices made as a result of some difficult circumstances.
C is for...
Mar. 26th, 2017 10:47 pm![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
C is for Caution and those that throw it to the wind. That, can also be considered as carelessness with which one creates the caustic conditions that lead to catastrophe. See here. What happened at the “other club” could not be laid at her feet—not the human trafficking that her (deceased, not deceased and then definitely decreased) father had spiraled down into while Emcee laundered the funds through her club, the Katakomb Kabaret, nor the fact that Emcee escaped or the colossal betrayal that made it feel like she was bleeding out every time she thought of her once family. Those were circumstances beyond her control, defined by their destiny, something that they chose for themselves, but whose consequences were bequeathed to her in a fortune of guilt. Of confusion.
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Bakerstreet: texts
Mar. 24th, 2017 03:07 pm1. I tried the ‘catch and release’ method to deal with the mouse problem at the club. Those little insurgents are dicks. I think it’s time to move onto napalm.
2. I think I may have sent you a naughty text meant for someone else last night. Awkward!
3. You. Me. And regret. How does that sound for Friday night?
4. Quick! Name 3 venereal diseases that you can get through bestiality. Horrible date. Need an exit.
5. Send her a text!
Dear Club Indigo,
We saw your interview with Time Out New York.
You called us the “naughty little children of the club scene—who titillate with lots of sparkle but little substance.” It took us awhile to stop giggling at the word “titillate” before we could write this note (you might be right about calling us children. We accept.) but, son, we’ve thrived in NYC’s cut throat club scene since ’95 so we’re confident we’re doing something right.
You went on to say that “the party is over at the Katacomb Kabaret after a season of police raids”. On each of these occasions the police have found nothing. We assume that the cops raid us because it’s the only way that they can legitimately explain why they’re drinking our whiskey and watching our stage show every other night while on-duty.
You also called my dancers and me “talentless tacky divas”. I really can’t say anything about your dancers, except that they are all fantastic, you’ll notice in the video we’ve made for you that a lot of them have been working for me for the past few months after they quit Indigo.
As really naughty children, we’re always misbehaving and we wanted to prove that the party is never over. We stripped down the sparkle so that it wouldn’t distract you from the substance. Forgive us, we could only spend two hours on the choreography and the dancers had only an hour to learn the steps and the variations. It lacks the sparkle of our aerial acts, our storytelling, costumes, and several other dance and cabaret styles that we combine together into our trademark style that the New York Times, Time Out New York and Bessie Awards seem to like if their reviews and accolades are any indication.
We decided to only stick with urban dance for this video, which isn’t our main area of dance expertise at all, but we wanted to make you feel comfortable since we believe it is the solo dance style at Indigo.
See you at the party.
Naughty by Nature, Ezera on behalf of the Katakomb Kabaret
February Roundup: Posts
Mar. 5th, 2017 12:09 pm- Reunion with Stefi (w/Stefi)
- Blizzard and Bad Luck (w/ Jyn) @
morbidaristocracy
- Mardi Gras in New Orleans (w/Tennyson)
- Kleptomaniac brains and Zombies? (W/Liv)
- Who is Brian? Interrogation by Malk Ghouls.
- You can’t drink this stuff and not expect to invoke demons (multi)
- Betrayal w/Oni (w/Oni)
- Just making sure this guy is alright