You probably noticed that the first picture in my last post was from Annie Sprinkle’s A Public Cervix Announcement. That reminded me of my own Annie Sprinkle story.

 

Back in the early ’90′s CBC Radio still had super cool shows on at night. Shows with real live hosts who played an astonishing array of music and they also had interesting guests. Brent Banbury was the host of Brave New Waves (1992?) and one night while we were toiling away, Brent interviewed Annie Sprinkle.  She was promoting her newest video How to be a Sex Goddess in 101 easy steps. It doesn’t seem possible now, but I don’t think I had even heard of her before then. The interview was hilarious. I could just tell she was having so much fun and really loved what she was doing. In the movie, Annie has a 5-minute orgasm and near the end of the interview they played that section in it’s entirety…like I said, this was when CBC Radio was still cool. After her mammoth big O Annie offered to teach Brent how to have one as well. Funny stuff.

 

They must have given the toll-free number to call and I jotted it down.  I order the tape and six weeks later my parcel arrived, I tore it open and inside was an empty box cover. The tape had been confiscated at the border for being obscene. I was pissed. She was interviewed on CBC, why the hell would it be considered obscene?  On the back of the box cover there was a P.O. box number. So I wrote a letter and explained the situation. It wasn’t their fault that I didn’t get it and I was willing to pay a second time and was there a way to get a tape sent to me from Canada?

 

A few weeks later I got home from work and there was a message on my answering machine, “Hi, this is Annie Sprinkle. I heard you had some trouble getting your video tape. Give me a call.”  So of course I did and Annie Sprinkle herself answered the phone. I’m not entirely certain, but I like to believe it was her home phone number. Just from the way she answered the phone and her tone. We talked about hearing her interview while working at the bakery. She joked about more then bread rising that night. She gave me a number of someone I could call in Montreal to order the tape and she wasn’t going to charge me for it. Then she had to go because she was on her way to go skiing in the Hamptons.

 

So that’s my little brush with fame…Annie Sprinkle called to give me her home phone number.

 

Cheers,

sss

The thing I like best about Halloween is being able to get dressed up girly and going out in public…fearlessly. Well, I’m working tonight and tommorow is moving day so no trick-or-treating for us.

I’d like to tell you about my second favourite thing about halloween; <Orson Welles’ Mercury Theatre Broadcast of H.G. Wells’>  It was first broadcast 25 years before I was born, but for as long as I can remember I’ve listened to it at least once a year around Halloween. We listen to the old radio shows at work and it’s been on once already this week and I’m sure it’ll be on again tonight. Like the Grinch and Charlie Brown at Christmas, it’s just not Halloween without Orson annihilating the world before my very ears.

Mini’s teacher played it for them this afternoon in class. Last month he played the Abbott and Costello routine ‘Who’s on first.’ I like Mini’s teacher.

Anyway, the pc gets taken apart tommorow and we won’t have an internet connection until early next week so ♀ & I would like to wish all of you a fun and safe (they’re not mutually exclusive are they?) Halloween.

And seriously, if you haven’t heard it yet this year, treat yourself to <The War of the Worlds>

Cheers,

sss

I know he first made waves as a rocker, but for me Jeff healey was a jazz and blues man. It was his show on CBC radio that first tuned me on to the swinging jazz of the 30′s & 40′s. Most, if not all the music from those shows were from his personal collection of 78 rpm’s.

I listened to <this concert> on the way to work last night; it made me happy & sad at the same time. I hope you enjoy it as well.

He was a huge talent and from everything I’ve heard, a hell of a nice guy. I’ll miss him.

sss