The Story Of Lady Flash
by Barry Manilow
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| 1976 |
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| I sensed change. I don't know how I knew, but somehow I just knew the girls were changing. (Maybe it was when they threw me out of their dressing room.) And as I stood waiting for them, the saga of Lady Flash flashed before my eyes. My mind went back... back... back... years... many years... decades... many, many decades... to a humble log cabin in the wilds of Kentucky. To this day I don't know why my mind went back to a log cabin in Kentucky. Lady Flash was formed about a year and a half ago, only at that time they were known as "Does-Anybody-Have-A-Name-For-This-Group-Already." The poor things went nameless for many a moon, and were referred to as every-thing from "The Virgins" (which I think is hysterical) to "The Oreos" (which is not funny). Finally the great day came (my heart pounds faster at the mere memory). We were in Cleveland, Mississippi and it was raining. The girls donned their raincoats and went into town. They turned down a deserted street where they spotted Mrs. Feona Pitts walking towards them. On a signal, the girls tore open their raincoats and Mrs. Pitts exclaimed, "Good Heavens, those Ladies are Flashing me!" Oh, it was a glorious moment. The whole town celebrated by throwing the girls into jail, and then letting them go after they flashed the Sergeant. . |
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| Lady Flash is made up of: DEBRA BYRD - Debra was born and raised in Cleveland, Ohio on the murky shores of Lake Erie, Commonly known as "the last resort." She studied opera for seven years and majored in music theory for two years at Kent State University. Debra gained much practical experience at the Karamu Theatre, where she was an actress, vocal coach, stage manager, lighting director, and musical director for a touring group. She also traversed the country singing for the Lord. In search of the Almighty dollar, she packed her piano and ball & jacks in a Ryder truck and drove to New York. Within two weeks of her arrial she landed "on one end" with me. Well, with all of her moving around, you might be concerned that she would have no time for cultural pursuits. Fear not! Debra is always on the lookout for a good theatre company and the latest Bugs Bunny cartoon. On the road, she can be found in the hallways of the hotels, dressed in a nightgown and hat, scurrying merrily to and from the ice machine. |
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| REPARATA - There is much to be said about the "Beautiful White Girl in the Middle" but we must keep things to a minimum. Rep was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York, the land of "dese, dems, and dose." (It wasn't until after college, when she lived in London for a year, that she finally learned to speak English.) She is one of those wonderfully rare people who can, with the grace of a gazelle, walk into a door, bump into a newsstand, or fall over her own suitcase. She is, in fact, the only person I know who could trip over the crack of dawn. Before joining my troupe, Rep was a television producer at ABC and CBS, winning a nomination for an Emmy Award for her work in that field. With her usual foresight, she prepared for this present career by getting a Bachelor's Degree in French. So why the vacations in Mexico, Rep? She's a pro, a trouper, a blues-chaser, a siren, and something of a mystery. Thank heaven for the Beautiful White Girl in the Middle. |
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| MONICA BURRUSS - This impatient "Little Diva," as she is known to the group, can be seen watching her watch at airports, incessantly tapping her foot as she checks in and out of hotels, and staring out of the windows of the loimos between those airports and hotels. Monica claims both Philadelphia and New York as home. What better training grounds for a future Lady Flash-er? She has performed on commercials for Clairol and Chevrolet, and has sung backup for Edgar Winter, Melanie, and James Brown. As lead singer, Monica toured and recorded with the Voices of East Harlem. She even had her own ten-piece band. Almost every night, Monica can be seen in the privacy of her room dipping into a seemingly bottomless bag of potions for an incredible (and adible) assortment of facials derived from such delecable ingredients as seaweed, cucumbers, straw-berries, mayonnaise, mud, clay, and gin. As if this wasn't entertainment enough, she is a fan of late-night movies, especially Bette Davis, and has learned to play one hell of a hand of poker. |
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