La Bette had her rehearsal studio in an apartment in Los Angeles that was next door to my best friend of many years standing. This friend and I were all but married and I all but lived over there. It was absolutely great to hear her practice and to run into her in the hall. Bette is a prima diva who is not a diva, and that really rates for me too.
The best thing that happened was our milling around the restaurant supply stores down on Washington Blvd. looking for a second hand Viking pro range (this was before people had this stuff in their homes and my friend was a pro chef). We succeeded in buying one and finally had it delivered. The thing weighed roughly a ton. It took four men to move it up the stairs.
While they were doing this the Divine Miss M. was belting it out next door and you could hear her plain as day in the hallway. One of the delivery men lost control of the range and it went barrelling down the stairs and crashed right through the wall of her apartment landing about 3 feet from where she was standing.
Everyone was in shock (her included). Maybe sixty-seconds of half a dozen people muttering fuck, fuck, fuck, went by and then she started dying laughing. She had everyone on the floor in tears by the time they succeeded in hoisting this monster out of her rehearsal studio.
Cyndi's great too. Madonna anche.
Red_Vespa saidI love her. She's a genuinely gay-friendly entertainer, and that means a lot to me, when I have so many other choices.
It's one reason I also worship Bette Midler, who was gay friendly before there was gay friendly, appearing at the Continental Baths in NYC with Barry Manilow as her accompanist.
In a world that doesn't always like me as a gay, I choose to like a world that likes me back.