Saturday, September 19, 2009

Ten types of showbiz characters to avoid

Salutations!

After the death of Mother last December and Michael Jackson in June I've been deep in thought about my place in the show biz world and the types of people drawn to show biz. I've been performing onstage and screen for decades now and isn't that something considering that I'm 21, heh. So naturally I have information to share about who to invite into your life and who to avoid.

1) The showbiz narcissist:
It's all about them and they ain't about shit, self-centered is an understatement. There is a woman "artist" who breezes into a room practically demanding compliments oh my gawd if you dare ignore her she morphs into a witch. Oh and the producer smugly basking in praise yet never opens his mouth to form a kind word about anyone other than himself. The musician (which one?) who thinks he's the spawn of Dylan, Lennon or Stevie. Dare suggest they develop their own style and honey hush, it's like you slapped their mama.

2) The showbiz druggie/booze hound/junkie:
No more enabling morons it's nonsense... after helping Vodka Ham into rehab I was *done*! In the past year I've kicked several showbiz druggies, booze hounds and junkies out of my life. Just cause you can't stop over serving yourself doesn't make you talented.

3)The showbiz entourage:
As long as you get 'em in free, give 'em freebies and treat them as a VIP they will TCB. Of course, during a downward spiral they'll leave you feeling like Trent Reznor at a funeral.

4)The showbiz hypocrite:
Smiling faces tell lies. How do you know they're lying? Their mouth is open. Take anything they say in reverse. You can tell they're a hypocrite cause they bad-mouth folks to you. Guess what is said behind your back!

5)All about Eve:
Watch those young/little/"naive"/quiet ones. They're sneaky taking notes and names, checking your phone for contacts, hanging up your coat then going through your pockets, going behind your back asking your hard earned contacts for information.

6)The showbiz appropriators (aka they will steal your ideas!):
Fuckas! I know alot about these types as I've had my art/TV show bitten and ripped off forever it seems. It is cool to ask permission to ape but don't monkey see monkey do or if you do don't expect to be considered my friend.

7)The showbiz racist/misogynist/homophobe:
If N, F, and C routinely fall from their lips Houston, we've got a problem. Of course, what they say they hate they love. This type is as easy to spot as a closeted, Black man loving, anti-gay pro-family white Republican male.

8)The showbiz flake:
They could teach Sly Stone how not to show up for gigs. Always an excuse on why they aren't rehearsing performing or showing their art.

9)Showbiz as a hobby:
These people have been born with a sliver spoon up their ass: wealth, connections. Nepotism is as normal as having Uncle John or Cousin Cynthia hook 'em up with the gigs others so richly deserve.

10) Coat-tail riders
Your success is their success you're they're friend as long as you're a success otherwise feel the breeze they're off to find another coat-tail to ride.

Live and learn don't worry be happy and the hell with the bullshit.

Dee Dee Russell
Little Saigon, San Francisco

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Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Milwaukee: Back where it all started

Greetings Weblings!

Blackberry in hand, on Brady Street in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I type sitting at an outdoor bar.

Guess what, dear reader?

Not one damn time have I been approached for a dime nor a quarter by a pesky man.

Yay, I sip in peace in front of Jo-Cats pub, me and the rest of the tip-tapping chicks
For those of you who didn't know I was born and educated, as it were -heh and ha!- in Wisconsin.

Being here makes me realize my social paranoia was birthed in California. In San Francisco I began to fear the reaper, the bogey man. Rapists. Muggers. Robbers. Watchful. Paranoid. Afraid.

Never before had I encountered such vocal bums tramps and panhandlers, so very damn aggressive those California scary (unknown) Men.

As is, there is a sweet breeze. Sidewalks are gigantic. Many flat vowels are used.

Oh dammit, a scruffy bum just asked some chicks for a smoke.
F@@@!

Dee Dee Russell
On remote location in Milwaukee.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Irritating Bastards

Dear Muthuas,

QUIT PIMPING QUENTIN TARANTINO!

Not only do I avoid and ignore most "dick flicks" I have *nevah* sat in a theatre viewing his "art".

It doesn't matter why I chose to formally and informally boycott his violent flicks.

Therefore, I say to you fans of Quentins "art", let's make a deal!

If you rabid fans will agree to sit through consecutive screenings of Steel Magnolias, Fried Green Tomatoes, Halle Berrys "BAPS" and the complete Tyler Perry catalogue, THEN and only then will I consent to view Quentin Tarantino's Nazi flick!

Brad Pitt, patron saint of babydaddies be dammed.

So chill with the pseudo hipster guilt, fuckas.

Cuz ain't nothing hipper than a Black bohemian female.

Thank you!

Dee Dee Russell
Little Saigon, San Francisco, CA

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Blogging from Blackberry?

Greetings Weblings!

If you are reading this post you will be reading this blog more often, as I will be posting on my Blackberry!

Dee Dee Russell
Little Saigon, San Francisco

Friday, June 26, 2009

Talented, tortured transracial transsexual

Well it finally happened I knew it would.

Michael Jackson the super talented extremely graceful eccentric neurotic self hating philanthropist entertainer son of Katherine and Joe Jackson, brother to Randy, Marlon, Tito, Jackie, Jermaine, Janet, Rebbie and LaToya-I know their names off the top of my head- has become legend.


See, I'm a second generation taboild reader and lifelong Jackson Five/Michael Jackson fan oh thanks Momma, for the addiction of following celebrities - so I know the signs of a celeb with one foot in the grave (as of this typing Lindsy Lohan has beaten the ...). Mike's spirit died long ago.

Mike went out with a bang before the last bang at home the morning after the night of his last rehearsal.

He was being attended to by a Doctor! CPR is not performed on a bed. That man knew he was dead long before they called 911.

Oh Elvis, tell us what happened?

He'd been on the physical decline since 2005 -the last perv trial- losing by then his scant passion for performing; always slender he became frail wan weary eyed hiding a face patched together as if by thieves, an avant-garde Phantom of the Opera.

Frankenstein on ecstasy.


The biggest child star of them all showed us the beauty and horror of show biz. The glory of being the best the scars of not feeling good enough the pain of isolation and the true definition of psycho-dramatic performance art.

Dee Dee Russell
Little Saigon, San Francisco

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Happy Birthday A! Toxic friends??

Birds, cooing and chirping on the deck.

Desktop, baby. Could blog mobile nah no more typing on the run, Caribbean Queen... cause laptop thefts are commonplace in San Francisco... I am super paranoid with my BlackBerry.

Notice lack of face time on this blog? (((Broken record))) It's gotten to be all too too much gut spilling soul splaying stomach churning revelations - Trent Reznor, I don't care to hear about European toilets you Twatt!

Yes, I am aware of your headaches the weather and your missing cupcake!!


Nevermind the bullocks. This week A my special sweet best friend who craves their privacy more than I crave a fried chicken wing- celebrates a birthday!

A is like family we have a strong bond like blood A is a true best friend: unselfish, kind, understanding, wanting the best for me, encouraging of my love relationships, super supportive of my art, empathetic, firm, realistic and (s)loves children and small animals.

Thank you very much dear A for allowing me to be your friend all these wonderful crazy years in San Francisco, the best is yet to come HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Doesn't matter how long I've known a friend if they act start acting crazily disrespectful rude racist sexist misogynist extremely drugged/alcoholic massively self-destructive on the regular without self-discovery confession or at the very least, refusing to watch an episode of Oprah or Judge Judy- adios, amigo!

I could tear up about F- Censored by Artist- another whom I considered family F chose to cross that line never apologized nor acknowledged my authentically broken feelings. F fudged up in front of witness (I hate and love when they do that).

In fact I said goodbye to Fa year ago... at A's birthday party! Notice I haven't make excuses for F's behavior. F chose to do the wrong thing, for the last time.

Since then I've grown closer to several other friends and could not accept F back into my life under any circumstance.

No-one stays the same. I have kept some friends for 35 years -they live in Milwaukee- with whom I have nothing in common with except that we met 35 years ago and if they crossed the line, I'd ask myself- what is more important -having a toxic friend or loving myself?

Ovah and done with being an enabling codependent for ill behaviors and a pyscho-dramatic spiritual scratching post under the guise of friendship.

What about your circle of friends? Do they support you to be healthy or do they use you for sport and ego gratification?

xoxo
Dee Dee Russell
Little Saigon, San Francisco

Friday, June 12, 2009

Tonight's Facebook name-grab

Stopping by with quickness fluffing my hair, all natural by the way.

Darlings, how many of you will be in front of a screen clicking away at 9:01 pm our time, tonight?

This must be done if you want a particular Facebook name.

I can think of a bunch of Facebook names for me:

Bohemian Brat

Queen of Anti-Fashion

Runs with kittens

Afro Dee Dee

Princess Procrastination

You??

Dee Dee Russell
Little Saigon

Tech 2010: blogs are ovah except Perez Hilton

Dear Hearts

Soul power n wet & wild kisses from Little Saigon, San Francisco I am wearing a yellow tee shirt that I bought on the dollar rack from Out of the Closet on Polk at California Street. I'm happy.

I have been on the anti-fashion tip since dirt was mud. Or something like that. Size 0 is a figment of your imagination and $4,000 peach suede pants are the devil.

Blogging used to be hot now, eh. I've slacked off times have changed now the rich get fat in San Francisco, most skinny people over 30 have an eating disorder.

Na... Twitter Facebook MySpace blogs Craigslist good Gawddess hellYES I'm following Craig and a cat on Twitter.

Wishing for one direct communication stream gimme a Dick Tracey wrist thingie: "Ground Control to Major Tom? Do you read me Atomic Dawg?"

Perez Hilton wraps it all up in one fey ball of shit-chat: celebrity (outings, his speciality), politics -that Senator has a babymama- and his music muse of the moment (a nod from Perez is like a product blessing from Oprah) after all, he is the man who championed Lady GaGa, with her early Madonna on E routine.




Dee Dee Russell
Little Saigon, San Francisco

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Darlings

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Less is the new more!!

Hey hay hay!

Social networking has almost kinda sorta made blogging obsolete I mean, with Twitter and Facebook all up in my grill, what's a girl to do?

Laugh, I say.

Check out this clip it's the funniest thing I've seen all damn week.


Otherwise darlings, as I fluff out my hair, all natural, by the way it's delightful to take my first hiatus from producing Dee Dee TV since... April, 1995! Damn can you believe I produced over 600 weekly episodes of bodacious broadcasts.

Soon, I think, I hope, I'll be ready to regain my title as Biological Female Queen of San Francisco Cable Access....


till then!

DDR