Curry Chronicles: You Must Be His Daughter — Part II

DISCLAIMER: These are my experiences, shared by me, as they happened to me. People in these true event(s), may not remember them in the same way. Certain facts can be agreed upon by all parties, nevertheless. I met Tim Curry, in New York, on August 28, 1987. Beyond that, I do not, in any way, suggest, hold or express that anyone else experienced this event in any paranormal, psychic or unusual way. That is how my experience of the event(s) happened, though.

 

TC reminded me of something deep in my soul . . . a soul mate, yes, but more than that! A long-lost love, friend, brother, father, a voice in my very soul, a guide, a comfort and the spirit which accompanied me through lifetime after lifetime in so many ways. Crazy maybe, certainly it couldn’t hurt to meet him, to befriend him or to date him.

The psychic informed me of several past lives: TC had been my brother in one lifetime, my husband in another. These lives seemed to bring out memories in me. I wondered; would I remind TC, too? Would he feel a spark with me, too? Or was all this just my wishful thinking?

I had this dream that night:

I was walking, coming up on the Marriott Marquis. There were billboards on the front of the hotel, all photographs from Me and My Girl. People where everywhere. Of course, that is the way it is in New York.

Standing still, in front of one of the photos of Jim Dale (the Broadway star, at the time, playing the lead in Me and My Girl) was a man. His back was to me as he looked at the photos. I recognized it was Tim Curry, anyway.

I moved closer, through the crowd toward the back of TC. Suddenly, I was aware I was dreaming.

As I reached TC, put out my hand to tap him on the shoulder, he turned around and said, brightly,Hello, my angel! I’m here!”

Here?” I repeated, “…at the Marriott?”

He grinned, “I’m here.”

We did this back and forth a few times.

I woke up feeling energized, truly connected.

It was time to meet the man!

The next day, awake and happy, I just knew it was time: I went to find my friend Perry.

Perry had been working, as an usher, at Cats since it opened.

My intuition was so strong now; I knew that had changed after years.

Not too long before, Dream Girls are re-opened in NY. My instincts told me:

1)    Tim Curry had seen Dream Girls

2)    Perry had moved to usher at Dream Girls

3)    Perry had seen Tim Curry there, tried to contact me.

NOTE: Perry Dell ’Aquila and I met at AADA. In 1987, I hadn’t kept in good contact. I would stop by Cats from time to time, still, I had moved and he didn’t have my new phone number. It has been awhile since I stopped by Cats.

As I walked past the Winter Garden Theater and to Dream Girls, knowing Perry had moved – I went to the stage door of the Dream Girls theater.

Is Perry here?” I asked a crew member.

He told me, “He went on break, probably be back soon.”

Any minute!” I just knew it.

As I went to the front of the theater, Perry was walking toward me, a huge smile on his face!

Perry started, “I was trying to call you on Thursday night! You already know, right?”

Perry is well aware of my intuitive nature, and ties to TC. “Yeah, Tim was here, at the show.”

Then, I heard what happened! TC didn’t see the show. He was in the lobby all evening with his niece! She had taken ill right before the show and told her uncle to stay and watch the show. But, Tim, being a good loving uncle wasn’t going to leave her alone in the lobby.

Perry also told me, he nearly called my name upon seeing Tim and his niece. Apparently, I look just like his niece!

It makes sense, since in 1985, at a Rocky Horror 10th Anniversary convention, I was asked several times if it was “true” that I am “Tim Curry’s niece”!

To this day, I have no clue who may have started this rumor. It certainly wasn’t me! My feelings for TC were not familial. Definitely not! Of course, I was a bit skeeved out watching Clue. TC does look remarkably similar to my mother’s brother, Curly, in the film. I am not, in any way, attracted to my Uncle Curly!

I asked Perry, about his sighting of TC and his niece. “Where would the cast for a Broadway tour be rehearsing?” Certainly, Perry would know.

He gave me two possible addresses, saying the use one of the two. One was a downtown address; the other was called The Minskoff Rehearsal Studios.

Minskoff’s address: 1515 Broadway!!!

Remember, those big glass doors with the escalator inside going to the movie theaters? Minskoff Rehearsal Studios is RIGHT NEXT DOOR to the Marriott Marquis MM.

August 28, 1987: I’m going up one of those escalators at 1515 Broadway, to an elevator to—what? The third floor! The security guard, on the third floor, observed me enter the acting rehearsal studio lobby. He said nothing, went back to reading his book.

I suspect my appearance much like any other young actor coming to rehearse. Tim was there, somewhere, too.

Like an angel calling in the mist, I heard his voice, singing . . . from just down the hall!

I went to a near-by bench, to sit down and wait for TC to finish his rehearsal.

Hearing TC’s voice coming down this corridor, this elderly man and woman came out of an archway which leads to a hallway. The hallway where TC’s voice was floating into my ears and soul.

The woman, in a thick English, laugh-like voice, bellowed, “Oh darling! You must be here to see Tim Curry?!”

She hugged me! The kind man, also with a thick English accent, jollily, “Yes, he will be here shortly!

Seeing as I wasn’t wearing any badges, shirts or pins, which showed my obsession with TC, I wondered how they knew and asked, “How did you know?!”

The woman curiously said, “You look just like him! You must be his daughter!”

My only response, “He has a daughter?!”

The man said, “We thought you were!” with a bit of seriousness, “You’re going to scare him, then!”

Scare him? Why would I scare TC? I was very well-mannered, I thought.

The couple explained to me that fact I looked just like him would scare him as he would think the same thing . . . I look too much like him.

I asked the most important question at that point, “Is there any other way Tim can leave this building?”

My thought was he’d skip out another exit.

As if I stepped into a Monty Python film, the older gentleman replied, “Only if he jumps out the window!”

I laughed nervously.

Best Compliment Award: From Dori Hartley

Originally meant to post this in October . . .

Dori Hartley 2010

Since I didn’t, here is a wonderful compliment I received from Dori Hartley . . . whom many of us know from her infamy of being the first ‘Frank N. Furter’ when Rocky Horror Picture Show was becoming a cult classic back in the late 70s, early 80s in New York City — and in the United States.

If you pick up, or find a copy of a book called CREATURES OF THE NIGHT by Sal Piro, you will find her story and many others. Afterwards, if you find a copy of CREATURES OF THE NIGHT II by Sal Piro; well, you’ll find my photograph(s) and a little about me, the infamous, Curry’s Angel.

Of course, since I wasn’t the first or never became a regular ‘Frank N. Furter’ at the actual 8th Street Playhouse — my fame is fading some. Nevertheless, I’ve had some years of what I call Rocky Horror fame. As you read the article below, about me and my association with Rocky Horror and all that entails — you will see my wish was “to be the next Dori Hartley“. In many ways it came true and ran full circle.

Besides getting to meet Dori, a few times (at RHPS conventions); in the past few years, via facebook and the RHPS family we all formed, I am happy she calls me a friend. We are not the best of friends [in the sense of knowing each other extremely well], or have we ever chatted, in person, for hours, or on the phone (as friends would do) — nevertheless, we have exchanged private emails and via facebook and, I believe, if we do, or had opportunity to hang out or chat on the phone, it would be for hours! It would also be fun, informative and really interesting!

To Me From Dori

Yet, we are quite sympatico and deep inside, I know, we understand one another as much as two, very unique women of similar age can. We are, for lack of a better word, contemporaries. We’ve had some common experiences, both of us have strong opinions [on which we agree, and many we would not agree], yet, respect each other enough to live and let live on things of which we’d, no doubt, disagree.

Also, like Dori, I did meet Tim Curry, as was also my goal.

Here is her wonderful note to me [I vote it the best compliment of 2010, and perhaps of the whole decade, so far!]. If nothing else, as noted in her note, Dori gets me, even when she doesn’t!

Angela You’re an original and I’m pretty sure you’ve taken your share of guff in your time.

I love your spirit and your independence. You’re as mad as a hatter and I have to let you know that I am YOUR fan – for your originality, your ability to stick with what YOU believe, and your ‘oh yeah? you think I care?’ attitude.

I totally respect you because you are uniquely you, all the time.

And Dori, I am your fan . . . for sure!

Now, my story:

The Story of “Curry’s Angel

It Was Great When It All Began

Me: Age 16

A long, long time ago (1979) in a galaxy far, far away (Phoenix, Arizona) my journey into Rocky Horror began, and almost ended at the same time! Being the 16-year-old Christian child that I was, I expected a fun film where we teenagers, who enjoyed acting, were able to do so. What I found was underage teens emulating sexual behavior, cursing like truck-drivers and men dressing like women! I was afraid to go to the bathroom because my two escorts, two other teen girls and their mothers, told me “don’t go to the bathroom because there is only one!” At the time, not really realizing that most of the guys wouldn’t even care if they saw me (or any other women) naked – thoughts of rape and molestation ran through my mind. My moral, Christian upbringing was being shaken at the foundation. In the next month, having seen the film Footloose, no doubt; I talked about starting a petition against The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I didn’t try very hard, but I told a couple teachers that it was immoral and should be banned! Little did I know what would happen two short years later…

At the age of 18, my mind was opened up… a lot. I was finding my chosen faith of Born Again Christianity much too limiting. My beliefs left no place in God’s world for my Jewish friends, my homosexual friends and my friends raised without organized religion. So, I asked the same friend, Traci Dubow, who escorted me in 1979, if she’d be willing to re-initiate the new me into the R.H.P.S.

That fateful night I fell in… love (or is it lust) with, as I put it, “that man in the fishnets and corset” and wanted to be part of it all. I was obsessed, trying to find every book written on the film and on Tim Curry – and I found them everywhere! In that same year, I read Sal Piro’s Creatures of the Night and read about Dori Hartley. I told all my new Rocky Horror friends that “Angela Theresa Egic is going to be the next Dori Hartley of Rocky Horror!” This was also around the year I was officially titled “Curry’s Angel“.

Since I am an actress, my first cast in Arizona was pretty impressed with my virgin performance at Rocky Horror and invited me back for the next week to audition to be a permanent Janet. I did that and then the cast was fired! I took over and began a cast of volunteer audience members. We had no costumes and most of us were still new to the film, but we all acted and performed our hearts out. Admittedly I was getting them into shape and we were doing pretty well for our inexperience… then BOOM!! Some big guy showed up, with entourage in tow. He had been doing the R.H. circuit for several years and he took over. He made me the understudy Magenta, Janet and a real occasional Columbia. But he did let me in the show free for the next year as a cast member. His name was Max Medina and his wife who became the regular Janet, also named Angela. To keep confusion down I began signing our cast list as The Next Mrs. Curry. Max was constantly telling me I wasn’t a true R.H. fan, but a Tim Curry fan. One night, Max, frustrated at my endless “Curry lines” during the film, shouted at me.”Angela! Who do you think you are, Tim Curry’s angel or something?!!” (I’d like to note this was before angels became all the rage, too).I responded, “Yeah, Max, I am his angel! That’s why my mother named me Angela!!”Soon after two other cast members and I began our 70’s tribute as “Curry’s Angels” with us two Angela’s and our Columbia – I was Jaclyn Shit, then the other Angela, with the hair was Farrah Fucked Up and Kate Jackass. I kept the “Curry’s Angel” name, obviously. I was the biggest Tim Curry fan of our group!

From My Tim Curry Scrapbook

And that’s how I became Curry’s Angel in 1983 – which leads me back to my becoming the next Dori Hartley. The ways I most wanted to be like Dori was to become famous in the R.H. circuit and to actually know Tim Curry!! At this time I didn’t have the “balls” to consider even playing “Frank N. Furter” in a cast. I was pretty content with Janet and Magenta.Thus, the first thing I did on my road to R.H. fame was to write the fan club president, Sal Piro. I ordered a “Tim Curry Fearless shirt” and wrote him a note of how much I adore Tim Curry and the show. He wrote me back!! Little “Curry’s Angel” got a little from someone Dori Hartley was close friends with!!! Sal told me the medium t-shirt I ordered was gone and he only had a small one left… did I want it? I said “Yes” even though I like my shirts big.

The next few years many things happened.

Actual AADA ID

 Most importantly, in 1984, I was accepted to The American Academy of Dramatic Arts (AADA) in New York City.

I arrived in NY on October 12, 1984, only two weeks after my 21st birthday. My goals: to go to 8th Street Playhouse, meet and become friends with Sal Piro, join the cast and meet Tim Curry and become friends with him too! This, or course, would make me quite famous in the R.H. community!

My first visit to the 8th Street Playhouse was rather interesting, a whole different crowd from the Phoenix group. Met Sal before the show and asked about being in the cast, he said he did need a female Magenta. Culture shock city for me! But I had yet to get together a full costume, and that was an 8th Street requirement. By the time I got things together Sal had a full cast and didn’t seem too interested in either knowing me or casting me. I was this annoying Tim Curry fan always sitting in the third row trying to out-scream the resident 8th Street cast Tim fanatic, Michelle Rehfeld.

2009_Sal, Michelle & I

I boasted to everyone there how I was going to know Tim Curry and he was going to know me. They all thought I was just another young, fly-by-night, Rocky Horror fan, never to be seen again. But this Girl from Arizona who called herself Curry’s Angel never went away! Eventually, I became a regular audience member of 8th Street, and as much as I annoyed a lot of the cast, I slowly began to fit it. They stopped calling me “the Girl from Arizona” and started to accept that I was indeed “Curry’s Angel“.

1997_Fearless T-Shirt

Later, living in Brooklyn… there was a theatre, The Marlboro, which showed R.H.P.S. on Saturday midnights only. I approached the manager of that theater and several of the 8th Street regulars and asked if we could be the resident cast of Brooklyn. The manager agreed and gave us a date that we could try it out. And as true and dedicated fans of the 8th Street cast, we still went into NYC on Friday nights, and for anniversaries. Our show was only on Saturday nights.

In the two or three years that the show was in Brooklyn, several of our cast members became 8th Street regulars. In fact, some of our originally Brooklyn cast are still involved with the fan club and the NYC Cast!

1987_Meeting The Man

To make a long story short (too late)… On August 28, 1987 at about 6:00 p.m., in New York City – I met Tim Curry! He [Tim Curry] was in rehearsal for the Broadway touring cast of Me and My Girl. I tracked him down through my friend who worked in “the Broadway Circuit” and met him…by myself, and I made quite an impression! It would take several more pages to explain what happened with me and Tim and why, to this day, he knows me by name and calls me his angel when we do see each other. The interesting part, Tim and I never discussed R.H.P.S. the whole 20 minutes we chatted during that first meeting. It just didn’t come up.

I retired a couple of weeks after the meeting. In 1992, I volunteered to use my years of RHPS experience to do a column, in a now defunct fanzine by Mad Man Mike called When Madness Takes Its Toll. When Mike decided to end his fanzine I started my own [now defunct]. I premiered it at the “1993 Mini-Con” in Washington, DC. I titled mine The Unconventional Conventionalists R.H. Newsletter.

RHPS 10th Anniversary

Since 1992, I’ve been in full retirement from the performing aspect of the RHPS. I’ve attended many RHPS conventions and seen Mr. Curry several more times through the years. In fact, I’ve met, sometimes hung out, with a lot of the original film cast of RHPS.

And Sal Piro has had me involved in some convention and a Halloween TV special on cable! I’ve also appeared as “Curry’s Angel” at the 10th Anniversary in NYC and the 15th Anniversary in Los Angeles.

2009_Jamie Donnelly & I

In 2008, via a friend in Hollywood, CA, I also had the pleasure of meeting the original “Trixie/Magenta” from the Broadway Roxy cast of Rocky Horror Show; the lovely Jamie Donnelly!

Currently, I live in New York doing stage acting and still pursuing a career as a Broadway actor/singer and writer. I am working on my first book about developing your psychic gifts; I also work as an Intuitive/Medium.

 

Comments also welcome here! Keep reading as I will have updates about my books, my intuitive work and my stage work.



Happy New Year!

Love, Light & Laughter,

Angela Theresa 

November 2010

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Day Ninety-Four (94): A Pain In The . . . Back

Day NinetyFour (94): Wednesday, June 2nd, 2010

94) Everything Is Constantly Evolving

Alchemy to the hermetic alchemists meant change/transformation. The were fascinated by change and their alchemical symbols, according to psychologist Carl Gustav Jung, have been welling up for centuries from the collective unconscious into sensitive souls. Jung spent the later years of his life fascinated by and absorbed in research on alchemy.

Hermetic alchemists were sometimes thought of as practitioners of black magic as they attempted to turn base metal into gold. They were seeking ways to speed up nature’s evolutionary process, as they understood it. Metals were believed to be living things that were undergoing a process of change to become perfect–in short, to eventually become gold.

My back is beginning to bother me . . . a lot. I have certainly had a long history of back issues, too. I was born with a curve in my spine, more severe than most. Round shoulders, actually no shoulders, really. Still don’t have very defined shoulders. In fact, the best times, fashion-wise, for me, was the 1980s. The beauty of shoulders pads on a round/no shoulders person is amazing!

My curved shoulders, diagnosed years and years later, as hyper-kyphosis was misdiagnosed for years — I was told at 15-years-old I had scoliosis. An x-ray, years later, proved that I actually do NOT have scoliosis, at all.

In fact, at 16-years-old, for a few months I was fit with those hideous back braces they give to teenagers with scoliosis. My mother and I kept noticing, even with the brace on, my back, where my shoulders blades should be, were very rounded. My mother thought they should invent a brace that pushed my shoulders back and straight — like she did with her knuckles in between my shoulder blades trying to force me to stand up straight!

Considering, though, at aged-16, I was fully grown (being 5’9″) and the brace wasn’t even helping the correct area of my spine; and they are put on “growing girls” so the crooked (scoliosis) spine grows straighter — it was not what I needed.

We were offered the surgical route. In this delicate surgery they would break my spine (yes, break it) and put in a steel rod (titanium) and take bone fragment from my hips and put them in my spine to make it straighter. Of course, the risks: 1) quadriplegic or 2) death. I opted out and chose some spine exercises and hoped for the best.

At my refusal to have the spine surgery, the doctor told me, just a teenager, that I would be in a wheelchair by age 40. I took my chances. I went on to continue dancing, ice skating and doing gymnastics! I had been doing them and saw no reason to stop … although, I do recall taking gymnastics at about that age and every time I did a front walkover or back flip, my instructor said I grabbed my lower back.

It was odd, because, I didn’t feel pain…but must’ve felt pressure. He was afraid to teach me and I had to leave the class. I went to ice skating for a while.

Let’s jump ahead to 1985ish. I was in New York and attending The American Academy of Dramatic Arts. I had health insurance and some of my instructors at AADA had mentioned my rounded shoulders. They said it may prove a “distraction” on stage and affect my acting career. I mentioned to them one very famous, round-shouldered actress, making quite a good living on a tv series: Penny Marshall. [she may have the same condition–hyperkyphosis].

So, then, in 1986 or so, I thought about the surgery — since they were improving all the time, perhaps the surgery, now with lasers, may be less scary. I visited this very old orthopedic doctor in Manhattan. Before taking one x-ray or asking my spinal history this old man said, “You have osteoporosis!”

One of the symptoms of osteoporosis is rounding shoulders, it’s true. But osteoporosis, for the most part, afflicts elderly people. I was in my 20s!!! I also knew what I had and it had a name and it was NOT osteoporosis (brittle bone disease).

I told the stupid man to do an x-ray and that I have hyperkyphosis, not osteoporosis. He said, fine, but you have what I said. He did an x-ray. When he showed me this x-ray . . . it was devastating! I saw a spine that was solid (like arthritis of the spine) and the worst lower back scoliosis I had ever seen!

It was confusing and I was angry . . . that spine didn’t look like an x-ray I saw at a chiropractor’s office only a year or so before. WTF? I could still stand up relatively straight (I still can today, in fact) — I just have trouble keeping my shoulders in that position. It seemed odd.

I was so scared of the diagnosis, etc. I ignored it for years; in fact, I still don’t really do much about it. Of course, I have no health insurance and have never really had any money for any sort of surgery or specialist.

On an occasion or two, I have gotten severe back pain that eases in a day or two. I am not in a wheelchair and a few years ago, at age 40, at USC. The pharmacy students were offering FREE bone density readings (via the ankle). They did say I had “pre-osteoporosis”, but not the full thing.

And around the same time, a good doctor at a clinic in California, did a xray of my spine. Well, the spine I saw in the orthopedic office in my 20s is NOT the spine I have! Apparently, that surgeon (in 1986 or so) showed me the xray of someone else. There was absolutely no match to my spine and the one in the 80s! Damn quack!!! Happy I didn’t let that jerk operate on me.

Through the years, too, I’ve had a lot of ridicule about my posture — and it is painful to hear. People can be cruel. Even recently, at the theatre where I perform, someone said, as I bent over to pick up something, “You could play the Hunchback of Notre Dame” or something of that nature. It was hurtful and I made that clear . . .I don’t understand why people have to be mean. And then, think its funny or right to do.

I’d like to have a straighter, more normal spine . . . and yes, I can stand straighter; but knuckles in my back or telling me I look like a hunchback, or saying I am, only makes it worse! It makes me want to crawl in a hole and never come out. If I do hold my shoulders up straight for five minutes, I end up with even more back pain and any longer than that; it can be downright excruciatingly painful.

And before you suggest yoga or some technique … I’ve done them all: Pilates, Alexander Technique, Yoga, Chiropractic, etc., etc. … those do not CURE me, they just cause pain, after a short while, and make it worse. And until I can afford a personal trainer and hours and hours at a gym and am independently wealthy; it is difficult to take the months and years and dollars it would require to try to cure it in one of those ways. Or, for that matter, get the surgery — which would help tremendously — yet, it is considered cosmetic and would cost a few thousand.

Any benefactors out there?

Otherwise, love me for who I am . . . Penny Marshall is a great lady and she stoops a bit, too. I’m still a great woman, a talented actress, writer, singer, etc. Please, don’t call me names or think it helps to do so. Be gentle and be conscientious of what you say to others. Calling me hunchback won’t make me stand straighter, it just hurts my feelings, really.

I don’t want to be “disabled” this way . . . I just am. It has a name, hyperkyphosis:

Hyperkyphosis, colloquially called “dowager’s hump,” refers to excessive kyphotic, or anteriorly concave, curvature of the thoracic region of the spine. A kyphosis angle over 40° – the 95th percentile value for young adults – is currently used to define hyperkyphosis.

 

Love, Light & Laughter,

Angela Theresa