By Stephen Young
By Stephen Young
By Stephen Young
By Jim Schutze
By Rachel Watts
By Lauren Drewes Daniels
What did that drama professor tell you about being an actress?
He told me I'd never play a leading role because of my weight. You're a beautiful girl, he said, but "Hollywood doesn't do heavy. If you don't get a lot smaller, you'll never play a leading lady. You'll always play grandmothers and maids."
How did you react to that?
I transferred to Prairie View A&M. A professor there said he didn't think I even realized the power I had with my presence and my vocals. Learn to use it, he told me, and never, never, never become a bitch.
And success, as they say, is the best revenge.
My opportunity to get back at [the TWU professor] is when he comes to see me now as a leading lady and the weight is not a factor.
You've played the leads in Jubilee Theatre's productions of Lysistrata, Please and Alice Wonder. Don't you ever play anything but title roles?
I think I'm reaching my quota. Bessie Smith was a huge star in the 1920s but is almost forgotten now. What did you learn by playing her?
Our stories are very similar. She started out in the business very young, as I did. She had a talented family, and my family is loaded with people who sing and dance and act. She also had a bad marriage, and to a certain degree, I had that. I can identify with her drive. She didn't take no for an answer. She was a diva before divas were popular.
Audiences give standing ovations for anything these days. But for Bessie Smith it seems genuine. What do you feel up there on the stage?
It takes about 15 or 20 minutes into the show before I start to feel the love, after the audience gets to know Bessie a little. By the end of the show, every single show from day one, they have incredibly embraced her. At every curtain call, they jump to their feet. But the best thing is, they walk away with greater knowledge of who she was and how great she was. The writing [by Jubilee company members Rudy Eastman and Joe Rogers] has a lot to do with that.
Where will you be in the next five years?
Oh, traveling back and forth from coast to coast, working in some blockbuster movie with Denzel Washington. No, really, I'd love to do a Broadway show or a Broadway road tour. Every time I see stuff like American Idol or Oprah's talent contest, I'm in tears. I should be there. I should be doing that. My ultimate goal is to work every aspect of the business. Acting, commercials, movies. I want to do it all.
Where will you be in the next five minutes?
I'm walking through Wal-Mart with a mouthful of candy.
Chocolate Thriller? Flaming Dragon? Those don't sound like sex toys. They sound like bad shots that would leave us with a more bad hangover. But after reading our cover feature this week ("Sex Toy Story," by Glenna Whitley), we discovered that the 10-year-old company Passion Parties offers just such products. Come on, what kind of names are those? Do you want anything "flaming" near your genitals? Here are our suggestions if Passion Parties ever wants to update its line.
My Pretty Pony
Shock and Ahhh
Fist of Fury
Billy Bob Hard-on
Cherry Pied Piper
Hold 'Em Poker
Come Hither and Yawn
Ace High Flush
The Hardcastle and McCormick
There are certain cultural phenomena we've managed to avoid. For example, we didn't know that the National Association of Stock Car Auto Racing (NASCAR) is the fastest-growing sport in the United States with some 75 million fans--99 percent of them willing to sink every disposable cent on knickknacks flaunting their favorite drivers. We wouldn't know Jeff Gordon from Flash Gordon. This gives us the perfect vantage point from which to offer fresh, unbiased commentary on last weekend's Samsung Radio Shack 500, which drew more than 200,000 fans to Texas Motor Speedway, making it the largest BYOB (the speedway is dry) event not hosted by Promise Keepers. To makes things doubly good, we got ourselves some pit passes. Here are a few of our amazing discoveries.
··· NASCAR is steeped in fine traditions, namely running bootleg liquor. NASCAR legend Junior Johnson was a whiskey runner who cut his teeth driving modified cars with strong suspensions that could slide around on dirt roads in the mountains. Today NASCAR drivers seem to drink only water.