Celebrating Theatre: Edith O’Hara Celebrates 95-Years-Old

Edith O’Hara is 95

Unfortunately, for the first time in about three years — I did miss the celebration of the incomparable Edith O’Hara. She just turned 95-years-old. I need to go by and see her. She has kept Off Off Broadway theatre alive for nearly forty-years on 13th Street.

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Happy Birthday, Edith . . . !!

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New Book: “Beyond Tears” by Angela Theresa Egic

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Would love for all of you to read my fiction bookit’s a short story for now. I would like to either 1) make it into a novel, and/or 2) write a screenplay based on this story.

This short story is in a contestand I would love all you to read it, give me your feedback in a constructive way and, if you feel it is worthy, vote it a favorite. I am not sure the “favorite” votes count in the contestwhich is done by an independent jurynevertheless, I enjoy knowing you enjoy it.

You must join the website to read and give feedback on it. It is a great website where you can read lots of great new books and put your own up, too!

Love, Light & Laughter,

Angela Theresa

Do You Want To Be Famous Or Do You Want To Act?

The most important lesson I’ve learned as an artist, a performing artist is:

You must make your own opportunities. An agent negotiates your price, you negotiate your worth. A manager gives you his or her observation of your type, your venues and how you present yourself. Nevertheless, in the final analysis, you and you alone, must be proactive in your own career.

Through the years, I have performed in over fifty stage productions since my early childhood. I am surprised at the advice my well-meaning friends and fellow actors give to me or others. On Yahoo Answers, there are countless questions, from small towns, big cities and villages across the world, asking either 1) How to I become a famous actor/actress; 2) How do I get an agent to become a famous actor/actress in movies; or 3) How do I get acting experience in my small town? Many saying they don’t want to do theatre…only film…or the Twilight films…or work for Disney exclusively. Yes, most very young girls and boys and some; amazingly, high school seniors and early college teens and 20s.

The advice given to these questions is often way off-basefrom just get an agent to pay for this agency [or that agency] and they’ll put you in films. NO! You don’t justget an agent”. Agents are business people and need clients who can book work. Thus, you need experience, lots of experience. Secondly, in my experience, 75% of the time, I booked more work on my own when I didn’t have an agent.

There’s no excuse, no matter where you are, for not finding opportunities to gain experience. Every city, town or village has some sort of place, school or community center that has or is open to entertainment or speakers. I was in a small town in Florida and found a tiny theater in a town that was two blocks long. The Lake Wales Little Theatre does good plays with really good turn-out for audiences. As a teen, on tour, I did a play in a town called Winnemucca, Nevada, where they had a huge, state-of-the-art theater called The Nixon Theatre. The cast of our musical out-numbered the audience. In fact, the whole town came to see the show and we all had Dairy Queen afterwards – the town and the cast!

Of course, it must be incredible to make a good living doing what you love. There have been lean times and more non-lean times with my acting career. Have I found opportunity? Yes, everywhere I go or have been. I’ve made more money as a stage manager – theaters always pay the crew. Actors are the last to be paid. Why? We are a dime a dozen. We all want to be noticed or famous and will work for free or low pay for that opportunity of recognition. Admit it, we all do it!

Do I want to be famous? Not necessarily, yet, if it means I will be paid every time I step on a stage. Then, count me in, “Yes!” What do I really want? To make a living as an actor! I do not seek riches in the millions. I can survive, even in New York, with $50,000 a year. The highest I have seen, in a lifetime of doing what I love [as often as I can], has been $20,000. It was not for acting, though, that was for administrative work. Still, I will not and cannot stop pursuing the dream. I am a Broadway actress/singer without a Broadway show.

My YouTube Videos: AngelAura28 — Part I

This is a quickie to share some of my favorite YouTube videos: Videos I made myself . . . with CyberDirector or Windows Movie Maker.

This one was just so much fun! I try to attend the Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS Flea Market & Grand Auction. Last year, 2010, I found a fun table for an Off Broadway play titled, Tales From The Tunnel.

I end up winning tickets to the play. I was happy to learn Wilson Jermaine Heredia, he played ‘Angel’ in the Broadway show and movie, Rent! At the play, he gave me a huge hug!!! What a great guy. In March 2011, I saw Wilson again on Broadway, this time, in La Cage Aux Folles. It was so much fun to see him again, at the stage door, we were like old friends!

A Rocky Horror Picture Show fan club asked for a 30 to 60 second video about “What Rocky Horror Means To You”. I found I couldn’t get it to 60 and say all I wanted. So, I videotaped a lot more — finally made a short version — then used the footage for this.

It has been years since I put on ‘Frank N. Furter’ make-up, so I really don’t have enough of the right colors left. Still, I guess a decent job with what make-up I actually have. And my collection of Tim Curry collectibles.

When I first posted this, in 2007, it was clearer [as in video quality]. Hopefully, in storage, the original is still clear and I can re-make it with updates! Yes, I still want to portray ‘Elphaba’ in the Broadway musical, Wicked. Nevertheless, it’s 99% positive I will not in this lifetime. I am more suited now to the role of ‘Madame Morrible’. And I will play it proudly should the opportunity present itself!!!

I did, of course, portray my dream role at a Halloween party or two. The photo is from 2009 at the Manhattan Theatre Source Halloween gathering. And who knows, this year, I may done my green make-up again at a certain Halloween party.

Now, this production of a play is important to me. It was so exciting to see my friend (ex-boyfriend)’s story up on stage. It was moving and my reviews were fabulous. Even though, some facts were messed up in the final production — I want to make a true documentary on Fredy Adolfo Gonzalez De Leon as he still deals with homelessness, citizenship and now communicating with his son, Juan Miguel in Guatemala.

As I write this, Fredy lives in a shelter in the Bronx. Although, he enjoys it there. He awaits his status from our government on his citizenship. Nevertheless, he is unable to earn money or fend for himself. Sort of sad, really.

For now, I will close with another video about my work . . . and do another one of these soon, with more videos!

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DELUSIONS: Angels, Punks & Raging Queens Long Forgotten

UNFORGETTABLE:
Angels, Punks & Raging Queens

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By Angela Theresa Egic

(my original title)

A few weeks ago, someone I used to call a friend, posted in a public forum that I, Angela TheresaCurry’s AngelCollins-Egic, am just “not that memorable”; also, I apparentlylack charismato boot.

Since I originally penned this article (last week) — a little glitch in my life [an abnormal mammogram and upcoming needle biopsy to see if its benign or malignant] has caused me to think about memory, being remembered, etc. Two and a half years shy of my half-century mark, I’m having the longevity conversation with myself . So, as I chronicle my life, up to now and hopefully well into the next fifty or so years.

The person who said this does need a little introduction, because to most of you, he’s not that memorable, I would think. To most of my readers, he’s unknown, in fact:

 He was born Andrew Martin Arnold but solely uses the stage name of Andrew Martin now. It suits him well.

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When we met, back in 1985…I thought he was a 17-year-old girl. Andrew would tell you the same; that he looked like a 17-year-old girl.

For a few of those youthful years, Andrew did start wearing women’s clothing, taking my hand-me-downs, in fact; and marketed his transvestite image. He utilized my talents and Susie “Squeaky” Schwartzberg’s talent to do two cabaret acts at a venue called Jason’s Park Royal. The first one titled: THE LADY AND HIS MUSIC.

He was Miss Andrew, in every sense of the word. A talented, off-the-wall and interesting young gay man.

To some degree, he and I were as close as any two friends could be. Andrew and I met at an 8th Street pizza joint called Bennie’s [worst pizza ever – yet we ate a slice every week]. The day I walked in there, across the street from 8thStreet Playhouse in NYC; on my way to see the NY showing of ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW: I met these two girls, [I thought]; when the very thin, flat-chested one told me her name was “Andrew”. I was a little taken aback. The shorter one, with a tomboyish charm [yet, was obviously female] was “Barbara”.

Really, they didn’t even look related. Nevertheless, they were: fraternal twins.

Barbara Arnold
 It didn’t take long to figure out that both Andrew and Barbara were talented, intelligent teens. In fact, wise beyond their years! I instantly adored them. Through them, I met some great people, many of whom are still friends today; including Barbara and Andrew. Except, the friendship with Andrew has ended a few times and we are, as of July 2011, not on good terms . . . which is what I’m writing about.

In 1985, though, Andrew, Barbara and I, and a few others became a gang of misfits, at a place where us misfits fit in. There was the “8th Street Gang [Cast]” and “us”. “Us” who wanted to be in the 8th Street cast—all of us talented enough, yet not popular enough – to Sal Piro, at least. Being that Sal is the President of the Official RHPS Fan Club and cast the floorshow (now called shadowcasts) back then. We were still misfits.

We showed up every week, though, at 8th Street Playhouse – Miss Andrew, Barbara Arnold, Susie “Squeaky” Schwartzberg, Phil Dejean, Shawn Rozsa, Mad Man Mike, Andy Grondahl, Hawkeye, A.J. and many more. Since Sal seemed to have blacklisted quite a few of us from being in the popular 8th Street cast…I found us another way!

I moved to Brooklyn and heard about a midnight showing of RHPS on Saturday midnight. When I heard the floorshow [shadowcast] was thrown out, I grabbed my mis-fitted friends and swooped in to have our own show. I wanted to have the best cast! A cast that would have people saying we were “as good as the 8th Street cast” or “better than”!

I just wanted Sal to see how talented we were and have him, finally, offer us a role in the big show in Manhattan; or acknowledge us, at the very least.

We put the show together, quickly. I had every intention of playing ‘Magenta’; no one wanted to play ‘Frank N. Furter’, oddly.  Inspired by an 8th Street idol of mine, Julie Calabrese, I molded myself into ‘Frank N. Furter’. Oh yes, and my other idol, Dori Hartley. [She, Dori, had moved on with her life before I had arrived in New York, though].

Our (really, my) cast, The Low Down Cheap Little Punks, at Brooklyn’s Marboro Theater, became known as one the best casts in the East coast – comparable to Manhattan’s 8th Street Playhouse! At least, as far as I was concerned! Sal Piro eventually took most of my cast into his cast – so, that tells you something. Some of the top cast members of Sal’s 8th Street group, in 1986, got their start in MY CAST!

As time went on, around 1987, when I began working in a talent agency – we represented Sal Piro – Sal and I started a professional, respectful friendship: I’ve attended many Rocky Horror conventions where Sal and I had some great conversations. My favorite was a Las Vegas convention, in the 90s, when Sal introduced me as “one of the most dedicated” fans of RHPS.

Sal also put me in his 2nd RHPS book Creatures of the Night II;invited me to be part of the first television showing of RHPS at FX Studios [I went as Frank N. Furter, of course]; and Sal asked me take his RHPS items to an Albany, NY convention when he couldn’t attend.

In the early years, I was at every convention from the 10th Anniversary (Beacon Theater) – and where my original costume – “Curry’s Angel” brought me Good Morning America and newspaper reporters and photographer’s interviewing me about “who” I was.

Found out, later, one of the friends’ buzzing about me told the reporters that my real name was Angela Curry . . . and that I was Tim Curry’s real-life niece!!!

I hadn’t even met Tim Curry, at that point!

Nevertheless, the next morning, as my interview aired, millions of viewers thought I was, indeed, Tim Curry’s niece as the name ANGELA CURRY was emblazoned at the bottom part of the screen. Coincidentally, when I finally did met TC, it would be revealed how much I resembled his real-life niece. I believe she, Tim Curry’s real-life niece (he has three); one resembles me [I’m older, I believe]; she, my doppleganger Curry niece, has aged much better than me, though.

About three weeks ago – on the Facebook 8th Street Playhouse page – to be told by Miss Andrew that I am “not that memorable” and that I lack “charisma”, really got up my crawl!

We must also remember, after 1987, Andrew disappeared from the RHPS fan base and refused to be part of any of our conventions, get-togethers, etc. until about 2008 or 2009.

In short, while I was involved, actively from 1983 (AZ) to 1984-1987 (NY) and then from 1988-now at conventions, another stint as ‘Frank N. Furter’ in Arizona in the 90s, made a “rock-u-mentary (1990) w/the AZ group, talked to Tim Curry and had many conversations with Sal Piro, Patricia Quinn and Richard O’Brien and too many cast(s) – all the way to England – and had a RHPS newsletter – fans from as far as Italy and France writing me fan mail . . . Really?! Not memorable? No charisma? Me?

Are you talking to me, Andrew? Unmemorable, little ole me?

Andrew claims “more people” remember him from those days. I might agree with him about that, of course. My argument is NOT the numbers; it’s the words about a personality – no charisma, not very memorable. Are those words you say to a friend? A friend so instrumental in so many memories, my own and in his, and many others!

There are people from “those days” who approach me, remember me, actually . . . whom I cannot, for the life of me, remember at all. BUT, friend or foe, I would never be so rude to say to them:  “you’re not very memorable” or “you must’ve lacked charisma”.

Hell, for all I know, they are very memorable and have tons of charisma – I just wasn’t lucky enough to see it and or get to know this great person at the time. My loss.

Which was my point with Andrew Martin, supposedly my friend … he went on to remind me and the group how “everyone remembers him” and “hardly anyone” remembers me. A snob! An ego-maniac.

A very insecure person, envious of my involvement and part of this history. Andrew missed the years between 1987-2007, when we had reunion’s, conventions and were interviewed by German, French and British TV shows and even American specials.

After I blocked him on Facebook – had unfriended him months ago when he posted some rude, jealous and snobby remark on my wall – I actually just feel sorry for him. He is, insecure. He is dysfunctional much more than most of us. I claim to have empathy.

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Of course, without proper, professional diagnosis, I can say, from my experience (in life) – I find Andrew shows signs of classic Narcissist Personality Disorder. I had another friend with a professional diagnosis of the disorder – thus, I see the similar signs in Andrew.

This means, I really should be empathetic. Yet, I, too, have my ego and insecurities, as well. I guess we’re all a bit narcissist in the theatre business!

A recent scare, which I’m still dealing with calmly, made me think about . . . well, being remembered, etc. and how we are remembered.

I have no fear of death, itself, yet I don’t want to do it right now. I want to see one hundred years on this earth, I mean, if I’m capable and not crippled up, etc. Yet, as I have had friends pass on – far too many for someone my age – it makes me think about who will remember me? Who will share these memories with me, of me and our times in the 1980s?

with Susie "Squeaky"

If Andrew is right, and I’m not that memorable or charismatic — me being there was all, I don’t know, an illusion.

I thought I finally did fit in. I had found my people – the different, the misfits, the unusual – and now, maybe I am still an alien, the kid easiest to bully, the ugly one, the forgettable one.

Sure, I know it’s not true, really.

Andrew is trying to hurt me to make himself feel better – for his insecurities – yet, he succeeded. As really, no one even stood up for me!

I may understand why, though – Andrew will argue, filibuster – and would’ve pestered anyone who dares speak up for me. Because I spoke up for me and he went on and on until I ended it by blocking him! It just would’ve soothed my ego (of course, not my authentic self as “ego” is the false self) if someone had spoken up for me.

I guess we can say Rocky Horror Picture Show also attracts insecure people all around! Yikes!

P.S. I have to mention tarot cards. Why? Because it’s getting me more traffic than any other search!!! LOL! Over 400 people per week search tarot cards. And, oh yeah, I do tarot card, Archangel Michael Oracle Card & Archangel Oracle Card readings! Email me: “Tarot Readings”–AngelAura28@yahoo.com [Tarot Card Reading: $15.00 Full/In-Depth Reading]

Curry Chronicles: Meeting The Man — 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.

MEETING THE MAN

By Angela Theresa Egic

I laugh and think to myself “Did I say that out loud? [Pause] My God, I did!”

Then, I realize Tim is moving closer and closer to me, and due to the natural body space thing – I back away a little. Again, not that I mind that he is closing in on me, but it is getting difficult to see his face as he is very close indeed. Besides I try to get a look at his crotch [pay back is a bitch]. When I finally take a big step back and get a good look “there” it’s a total loss. His pants are very loose in the front and what I want to see is not visible in the baggy pants.

I must’ve looked very disappointed, Tim seems hurt at my expression.

To comfort him, I get out two words, “Loose pants.”

Tim laughs that laugh. I’m a bit embarrassed that twice now, I’ve been so bold.

To cover my embarrassment, more words come pouring out of my mouth a mile a minute. “When is Me and My Girl opening? Where? Can I get your addre . . . er, I mean . . .your autograph?”

Tim laughs at my little blunder and nods yes about the autograph.

Since I am empty-handed; my backpack with pens and autograph book on the nearby bench, he eyes me and waits without a word.

His patient glance jolts me to attention, I nervously giggle and say, “Oh yeah, sorry, let me get the autograph book!” As I walk to my bag — a fun idea occurs to me.

Liz is still on the phone.

Hey Tim!” I am surprised at my familiarity. “You wanna really freak somebody out?”

Tim gets this sinister gleam in his eye, as only he can do, and says “Yeah!”

Wow, he is exactly as I imagined — fun and playful!

Hardly believing it, I instruct him, “Go pick up that phone over there and say ‘Hello Liz’!”

Tim beams and walks right over to the pay phone, picks it up, and says “Hello Liz!”

My jaw must’ve been on the floor. I smile to myself thinking, “Wow! Tim listens to me!”

I pull out the book for him to sign he is still having a little conversation with Liz.

As I approach, he excuses himself graciously from Liz, gently lays the phone where I had left it, and gives me his full-undivided attention. All right, I am the only one there at this point, too!

He signs thoughtfully, thinking about what he was writing. I continue talking. Tim takes in every word and responds to my questions. After he finishes signing, he closes the book and hands it to me.

Tim waits, I thank him and he continues to stand there.

Finally running out of words, Tim still there, I tell him, “Oh, I am going to see Blue Money this weekend!”

Sounding excited, Tim responds, “Oh, is that out here now?!”

Then I make a huge mistake, I confess, “I just saw Times Square! I really like it!”

Tim rolls his eyes, then sarcastically informs me, “Oh that is my LEAST favorite!”

Uncomfortable at my blunder, “Oh well, I guess I said the wrong thing! I am a writer, Tim, and you should have been in it more!”

TC is now acting like I’m an annoying child; no longer smiling he’s being so very professional.

I hate it. Moments ago, he was so fun, playing with me verbally. Now he was so standoffish.

I had to make up to him fast . . . I need him to remember me, notice me! What can I say now? Oh, of course, let me follow-up with what I know.

Oh, by the way, how is your niece, Tim? I heard she was sick.” I meant it, too, I did want to know how it turned out.

TC completely came out of his momentary stoic attitude; reaching for my hand, I think, with a few tears in his eyes, “Oh my God, she was so sick. I am so worried about her!”

Did she see a doctor?”

Very worried, Tim tells me, “No, she refuses to go . . . says she doesn’t need one!”

I tried to reassure him, “It’s been very hot here. She probably just was overheated.”

Do you think so?” He earnestly asks me.

“Yes, definitely, “ I honestly share, “it happens to me a lot in this humidity.”

Tim and I are friends again!

“Can I please get a picture? I brought my camera.” Tim didn’t look particularly pleased with this request. I quickly added, “Oh, I want to be in it too!”

Tim laughed and agreed, “Oh, sure!”

Like a perfect cue, Tim’s friend, an older British gentleman with curly gray hair, comes out of the hallway and tells TC it is time to go.

Tim calls out, “Perry, will you take a picture for this girl here?”

Another Perry! My friend, Perry, was the one who told me about Tim and his niece at Dreamgirls.

Tim’s friend, Perry, says sure, and asks me to show him how to work my camera.

TC winks at Perry and comes to stand beside me. Tim and Perry are having some sort of secret non-verbal conversation about me, as I was to find out.

Tim and I stand side by side. Tim grins at Perry, not even turning toward me. I lift my hand, behind TC, and start to put it on his shoulder, I get cold feet and put my arm down to my side. Before I can think about the chance I’ve just lost — to actually touch him; Tim GRABS ME AND PULLS ME AGAINST HIS LEFT SIDE! HARD!

I thought I was going to fall over, yet TC throws his arm over my shoulder; it didn’t hurt, he holds me up. All I’m thinking is ‘Tim Curry just grabbed me! Wow!’

FLASH! The picture is taken.

Tim still has his arm over my shoulder. TC  is looking in my face, saying “Thank you!”

No, Tim, thank you!”

Hmmm, his hand is still there and, wait, was that warm feeling moving down toward my breast. Is Tim really moving his hand slowly toward my left breast? Is he going to grope me, right here, in front of Perry and the security guard? Crazy thoughts run wildly through my head . . .!

Perry is holding my camera toward me, but will not bringing it to me. He can clearly see that Tim has me in his grip. I don’t want to be rude and remove his hand, nor walk forward causing Tim’s hand, radiating such heat into my shoulder, to drop off of me. And still slowly, I can feel his hand moving very, very slowly to cup my breast. Really? 

No, I must be imagining this, wishing it, right?

No, I think he’s really doing this!

Perry blurts out, “Don’t you want your camera?”

“Yeah, of course.” Perry makes me leave Tim. As Tim’s hand drops off me, TC winks at Perry.

They were teasing me, I am sure! Hilarious . . .guys, really hilarious.

Perry heads to the exit. Tim turns to look at me and walks backward, without peaking behind him, and repeats thank you as I say it back to him. It’s a game!

“Thank you!”

No, thank YOU!

“No, thank YOU!”

I hear the elevator chime; Tim and Perry are gone. It’s just me, the security guy [behind a plexy glass thing and he never looked up from his book].

“What was that?!” is all I can think.

Liz Bank

Then I remember Liz! I run over to the phone and sort of collapse against the wall, again. I am flying, I am high, and I am dizzy and euphoric! Who needs liquor or drugs?

Liz informs me she taped the whole thing!!! We decide to keep the meeting to ourselves until TC leaves town with the tour. Otherwise too many RHPS fans may come up and interrupt rehearsals. I didn’t want to be the reason the rehearsals are interrupted.

I hang up with Liz and realize I forgot to give TC my letter!!! The one where I tell him this was my birthday gift one month early and about the Village Voice personal ad.

Like magic, a tall young man with glasses comes out of the hallway. I approach him.

Are you in Me and My Girl with Tim Curry?” He assures me he is and I hand him my letter. “You have to give it to Tim tomorrow.”

The man is wide-eyed, like he’s scared of me. “Yes, I will.”

Promise? It’s really important!” As I take advantage of his fear of me.

The next morning, as I awake for work, my phone rings. I hear a weird click and the following:

Tim Curry: Hello, Liz!

Liz: (weakly): Hello? [she sounds suspicious]

Tim Curry: Where are you?

Liz: Long Island? [hesitantly]

Tim Curry: Oh, that’s quite a long way away, isn’t it?

Liz: I guess.

Tim Curry: I’m talking to your friend here!

Liz: I know.

Then Liz came on the phone, live. We laughed about how she had Tim on the phone, and she thought I put someone up to it. Liz didn’t believe it was really him (until a week later)!!!

Through the years, Liz would call me in the morning and play the tape. I would always get a good laugh and smile hearing his voice, talking to her.

Sadly, the tape disappeared eventually. We never made the copy.

Curry Chronicles: Meeting The Man — Part I

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.

MEETING THE MAN

By Angela Theresa Egic

  •  The psychic also said, “Tim Curry is just a breath away, just turn around and he will be there.”
  •  I understood, I would meet TC while I was still 23 years old and nearly 24 years old.
  1.  Tim’s niece became ill and Tim brought her out to the lobby.
  2. It was apparent to me, the time was close at hand – time for Tim and me to come together again [after many lifetimes]. I knew three things my first visit with one of my most important [i]soul mates had to have:
  • It was to be just Tim and me, alone – no other fans around.
  • I wanted to leave a lasting impression on Tim, to remember me by. I’ll decided to write him a personal ad on the back of the Village Voice! It was original, different and I never heard about a fan doing that for a celebrity.
  • I would leave a lasting, positive, impression on him so he’d never forget meeting me.

Why the Village Voice? It was 1987, we were all into the Village Voice weekly paper, at least, in New York. This was before the internet and texting; the Back Page was the 1980s version of texting/Facebook! You’d see notes on the VV Back Page:

 Looking for the cute guy I saw on the F train at West 4th. Meet me at The Gap at 4:00pm.

I posted this personal ad a couple of days before I actually met him. I knew it we were meeting, I had no hesitation to go ahead and place the ad.

My Dearest Tim . . . Read my lips! I’m glad we finally met. How about drinks, sometime? . . . Your Angel

Thus, as our day to meet approached, I went to the ‘Village Voice’ offices to pay for and place my ad, to TC. So, it would appear the Wednesday after we would meet. This way, I could tell him of my gift for him when I would meet him the end of the next week.

Then the day before I met him, which, as I predicted would be while I was still 23 years old and nearly 24 years old; it would occur [the meeting]. EXACTLY one month to the day before my September 28th birthday! I wrote him a thank you note . . . which read, in part:

Thank you for taking the time to talk to me and sign your autograph! This is the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten — to finally meet you! And be sure to check the ‘Village Voice’ this Wednesday, I left you a special message.

I also enclosed the poem I wrote for him, in my best handwriting on a stationary paper with a beautiful white unicorn on it! It looked like it was from the film “Legend”!

Then, work was over and I head over to 1515 Broadway on August 28, 1987. There I am standing in the third floor lobby of Minskoff Rehearsal Studios. Three seems to be a recurring number with Tim Curry and I.

The security guard observes me and said nothing. I suspect my appearance much like any other young actor coming to rehearse in these studios. I look at the ‘board’ seeing who is rehearsing and where.

 “Me And My Girl”–Room 6

I act like I’ve found what I want and go into the inner lobby. Tim is there . . . like an angel calling in the mist; I hear his voice, singing . . .from just down the hall! My heart skips a few beats; I am weak in the knees, euphoric, dizzy. I try sitting, it’ not working.

I hear footsteps coming down the hall. I compose myself and prepare. It’s an elderly couple and they come right to me.

The elderly British woman says to me, “You must be here to see Tim! He’ll be right out, luv!”

You all know the rest . . . she and the gentleman think I am TC’s daughter. They take their leave, I go to the pay phone [before the invention of cell phones] and call my best friend, Liz Bank, to quell my nerves or keep me from running screaming into the street.

With one ear I listen to Liz, while hearing Tim’s velvet-like singing and powerful speaking voice coming clearly down the hall. Then I hear goodbyes. I know Tim is on his way out! Liz insists on holding and begs me not to hang up. I lay the phone down on the little tray below the phone.

Quick footsteps approach the waiting areathe wall holds me up as butterflies explode inside my stomach. I think to myself, if I don’t talk now the opportunity is going to pass right by. Considering Tim’s rapid movement, I was not mistaken. I end up right in his path as I propel myself off the wall. Because I am in his way in the narrow area, he halts and smiles broadly, yet nervously.

I think he must also think I am his daughter and/or a teenage girl or both, as did Tim’s friends !

In a voice much too squeaky to be mine, I blurt out the first words that come to me. “Hello Mr. Curry, I’ve been waiting five years to meet you!”

He looks me up and down curiously, and says, “Yes?”

We stand together, in the middle of this room. I ask questions and he nods or says “Yeah.”

He says it a lot, in fact. I notice his Cheshire grin the whole time and at some point, I realize, he is looking at my chest!!!

Not that I mind, still, I’d also like him to notice my face or know my eye color at some point! I finally get frustrated with his glances downward at my minimal assets [at the time]. Not sure if Tim is even listening to me, I go to where his eyes are and point up and say, “Tim, my eyes are up here!”

I laugh and think to myselfDid I say that out loud? [Pause] My God, I did!”


[i] I believe we can have several soul mates in one lifetime.

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.

Master Manifestor: 2011 Off To A Great Start

In the past few years, I’ve been utilizing “Law of Attraction” and intention . . .

 

January 2011

Some amazing things have happened for me this month, this year and just this week . . . beside me, on my cork board, I have a photograph of one of my favorite actors in the world: British actor, Alan Rickman.

 

 

The Subway Poster

Also, I’m was trying to enter a contest to win a trip around the world in 80 days. Here is my video. Unfortunately, the upload on the site isn’t working for my video. I will find a way to submit it, though! What do you think?

 

Well, in the past years, I had put out the wish to meet him in person, and see him live on stage.

 

Nevertheless, a few days ago, maybe a week — I saw a poster of Alan Rickman on the subway, right? I took a picture of it (the poster), I liked it so much! He excites me. I didn’t realize that the poster was an advertisement for a stage play, I thought it was a film.

 

It is a play, live on stage, at BAM (Brooklyn)! Someone made me aware of that two days ago . . . Alan Rickman is in NY, live on stage!

  

Conari Press

I have my ticket and will manifest this dream this coming week. Hopefully, both of them, by meeting Mr. Rickman at the stage door. From my typing to God’s ears!

  

My Name In Print

I’m working on writing and publishing my book . . . I read the first two chapters, today, of my book Nonfiction Book Proposals Anybody Can Write.

  

Today, I was checking my email . . . and I see the subject line: WIN A BOOK CONTRACT!

  

Divine timing . . . exactly as I was thinking about it and I manifested a contest. Wow!

 

What’s more, it is with Conari Press.

  

Back in  1992, I read a book called Random Acts of Kindness, the publisher: Conari Press! It gets better.

  

In the book, on the back page of the just published book, they asked for submissions of stories of kindness.

  

I’ve won writing awards growing up, so I wrote two stories of kindness to them and send them off. I forgot about them.

 

A few months later, or a year later, 1993 . . . I receive a package in the mail with two books in it. The books are More Random Acts of Kindness. It came with a letter.

  

When I read: “Dear Ms. Egic (my legal name), Thank you for your submission . . . ” I immediately thought it was a rejection letter.

 

I read on: “...we received over 1000 stories and could only choose 25 to publish.

  

I knew I had been rejected . . . ” . . . and we chose yours as one of the 25! Congratulations!”

 

Conari Press was the first book who published my work in a national book! And now, I get an email from them about winning a book contract . . . divine creation as I am about to write my book.

 

Also, working on my entry to win a trip around the world for 80 Days from Cathay Airlines. Although, having trouble uploading the video to them.

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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