Well, I guess we've all come through it and survived
with the help and encouragement of those who've gone before...
Here's to some of my moral and technical supporters,
who convinced me that the pool was really no option:
Anna ,
Fred,
Gary, and
Ruth
Thanks for answering my S.O.S. emails at all hours of day and night!
You were right: this stuff is really FUN!!!
And to the one who shall remain unnamed,
who told me that starting at this point in my life I'd never catch up,
I was "too far behind in the learning curve" :
I chose to interpret this as a challenge.
Where are you, by the way?
(I think that's him, back there in the dust!)
So, what did I do B.M.?
(Before Max. That's my computer's name: Maximilian)
I was born in Vienna, Austria, on a cold clear Sunday, one January 26th...
grew up with Mozart's melodic music, mountains, much laughter,
and maybe a bit too much chococolate and whipped cream...
(although, as May West used to say:
"Too much of a good thing is - WONDERFUL!",
with which I definitely agree.)
And I was always talking to the animals, wild or domestic,
like Dr. Doolittle in one of my first English books.
I'm still doing that, by the way, mostly just using telepathy.
(Although there is Rudi The Roadrunner, who comes around lunchtime
and we go "tooktooktooktooktook" back and forth.
He's easy to understand, and I'm sure he's certain he has me trained,
because I invariably appear with food when he calls.
Last year he brought me a lizard-present.
Poor lizard! I didn't know how to react, but Rudi must have picked up my objections.
I never got another one.
All other lizards were presented to his mate, Rani,
who knows how to show her appreciation..)
Rudi and his gift.
I started taking pictures at age 8,
with one of those point-and-shoot plastic wonders.
I remember one "Foto", not quite in focus, of a circle of small feet
- my friends', at summer camp -
surrounding a kitten recently rescued from some disaster.
(All it said at the time was "Miau!")
Studied human languages (I speak six and am trying to tackle a seventh);
travelled a lot, where those languages came in handy;
and finally made it to America to work at United Nations:
but found that too restricting, too stuffy, not all-embracing as I had imagined...
Disillusioned, I quit, but decided to stay in New York,
against everyone's advice,
("there must be thousands of starving photographers in this town!")
determined to "make it" doing what I like best: taking pictures.
Babysat a chimpanzee; copyedited books for various publishers;
did translations; typed film scripts at night for a budding filmmaker;
worked part-time at photographer Hans Namuth's Studio in Manhattan;
and on my own did ballet photography and animal and people portraits
- many of/for future models and actors/actresses,
in my great outdoor studio: Central Park,
and on my rooftop on East 50th Street,
where there was an especially handsome textured wall
in greys and blacks... and a backdrop of skyscrapers.
(I always preferred natural light.)
One day, my dancer-friend Erroll Addison Booker
took me to see a new off-Broadway Show a friend of his was in.
Naturally, I brought my camera.
I remember my first impressions:
it was colorful and wild, crazy and wonderful. And I loved the music.
It was HAIR, of course,
produced by Joseph Papp, impresario of the Shakespeare Festival.
By the way: HAPPY 40th BROADWAY ANNIVERSARY!
(April 29th, 2008)
COME IF YOU CAN!
to the
40th Anniversary Hair Alumni Reunion
and
Celebration of Tom O'Horgan
Saturday, May 3rd, 2008
Synod House
of
The Cathedral Church of St. John the Divine
7:30 - 11:30 p.m.
Synod House is on the corner of
110th Street and Amsterdam Avenue
New York, New York 10025
A gathering of the world wide Tribes to celebrate
Broadway HAIR's 40th birthday (April 29)
&
Tom O'Horgan's 84th birthday (May 3rd)
For More Information and to purchase tickets please go to: http://www.michaelbutler.com/hair/reunion2008
If the above link doesn't work please cut and paste it into your browser!
Questions - dayton3@rcn.com
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But back to a time that doesn't seem to be a mindboggling 40 yars ago...
The pictures turned out great. Everybody loved them.
Gerome Ragni and James Rado,
the two HAIR authors, told me:
"When we go to Broadway, you'll have to do the photographs."
Galt MacDermot, who had written the fabulous music, agreed.
I was proud and thrilled.
(Even though I didn't allow myself to believe that the show would ever make it to Broadway.)
Nice dream... wishful thinking...
But: IT HAPPENED!
Michael Butler, from the Butler Aviation (and Paper) dynasty in Illinois,
got involved and was going to produce the show.
One of his partners was an extraordinary French - Corsican guy,
Bertrand Castelli,
who would be the executive producer.
Bertrand was the one who called me one day to bring in my portfolio.
Jim and Gerry had kept their promise, they had suggested me as the company's official photographer.
I was a little bit nervous, since I was not a union photographer,
but projected lots of chutzpah, as the New Yorkers would say -
while I would prefer to call it "good old Viennese charm and confidence".
I knew that my work was good. Would he think so, too?
After he'd studied every one of the photographs I had brought (non-HAIR pictures, too),
he looked straight into my eyes, as ashes from the cigarette he had forgotten dropped all over his suit,
and I was holding my breath -
and asked, in his French accent: "What sign are you?"
"Aquarius" I answered, truthfully.
" Eh bien", he smiled, "you're hired!"
YES!
HAIR, The American Tribal Love-Rock Musical
opened on Broadway at the Biltmore Theatre, on April 29th, 1968.
SHOOTING STAR, Los Angeles
