up a great review of the Philly concert - check it out - Steve
Steve, it was wondeful to meet you and finally have Lyndsay off my back
about how amazing you are...thanks for making a public concert feel so
amazingly personal, and just in general for being around to show people
how there really are wonderfully strong, caring people in the world. You're
dream has touched many and i know no matter where my life leads now, knowing
you and your music will make an unforgetable difference. Thank you.
All I can say is - WOW!! He was absolutely incredible!
I really can't think of a better way to describe it. He totally blew
me away! I cried several times, and I was just seeing him sing songs
and describe the play. He also talked about the RENT fans and how
they are his favorite fans!!!!! The doctor that created the drug
that saved his life was there - I cried again then. Steve was so
cute too! At one point he lost his concentration and said he was
sorry but was going to have to skip that part. Just as he was
about to start with a song he remembered what he was saying... he was so
funny! It was a
wonderful show - it took my breath away! Afterwards I bought
the TLS soundtrack, and Steve's performance CD. I also got a million
only 6 hours and 45 minutes to make it to Phoenix. The bad news was that
we failed to realize that Arizona is an hour ahead of California and that
we actually had only 5 hours and 45 minutes to make it to Steve's gig.
But not to worry, Deme reassured us that Leroy (her car!) would fly like
the wind and bring us to Phoenix on time. We pulled into the parking
lot of the Trinity Episcopal Cathedral with FOUR MINUTES to spare.
(Deme, you rock!!!) As
we were getting to our seats, Steve spotted us from behind the altar.
"you guys are insane..." was all he said. He rushed out and gave
us big hugs. He looked really good, really happy, just glowing.
We got to talk for a couple of minutes, and he promised that if we asked,
he would sing "a simple faith," one of his new songs.
Steve did his
one-man TLS show and it was fantastic. It was the first time we had
seen him do a show this way, and it was amazing. this was the first
time we've seen him sing "The Singer and the Song".....Wow. However,
Steve was a little nervous and rattled, which is so unlike him! He
forgot the story once or twice and told the audience that it was because
he was nervous that his friends from L.A. were watching and he didn't expect
us to be there. Later he tried to pretend that it wasn't what he
meant. But you know, whatever. Sorry Steve!!! The point
is, everyone loved the show and there was not a dry eye in the house, including
us - who had seen the show numerous times already. It's just different
to see Steve sing his own songs......
After the resounding
standing ovation, Steve played "A Simple Faith." Wow. He wasn't kidding
when he said it was really personal. But i think all his songs are,
and the fact that they speak to so many others says a lot about the truth
in them. This song is wonderful. After he did a little shmoozing
with the crowd, we "forced" him back to the piano where he sang another
new song as well as "Not While I'm Around" from Sweeney Todd. It
was really nice - Steve at the baby grand and us gathered around leaning
on it. I'm sure he loved having such a captive audience. And,
might I add, we had to practically pry his fingers off the keys to go get
to Sunday morning, to the Gentle Shepherd Metropolitan Community Church,
which holds its services in the ballroom of a hotel because they've outgrown
their building. "Life in the Bonus Round - songs and reflections
from Steve Schalchlin" was scheduled about halfway through the service.
Again, Mr. Schalchlin had the audience in the palm of his hand. This
was the PERFECT place for Steve's songs, and his stories. ack, we
thought the performance the night before was moving. You have to
understand what this place was like, the whole atmosphere was welcoming,
loving, inclusive. It was like no church any of us had ever been
to before. It felt like you belonged as soon as you walked in the
door. Everyone was welcome to be a participant, regardless of denomination.
By the time Steve got up to talk and sing, all he had to do was open his
mouth and we were gone. This was such a safe and loving place. The
congregation LOVED him and his message. And, as if things weren't
amazing enough, the final song of the service? ---- "Seasons
of Love" from RENT, sung by a thirty-voice choir :)
November 17, 1998
Pittsburgh Part 1
this: A big medical convention at a hotel in a very concrete and urban
area of the city. When I arrived the night before, I went outside to look
around the city and all I saw was blackness and concrete at every corner,
although I did see a couple of sleazy porno shop signs shining through
the haze. I took an immediate pass.
So, I called
the TLS office and got Mandy telling her to send a note to the Rent mail
list telling them I was in town STRANDED and that someone should call me
to relieve the boredom. I did get one call but it was from someone who
was out of town and just wanted to say hello. (Very sweet). Plus, the multiple
lines in the hotel made it impossible for me to log onto the net. But,
an old netfriend Rob called and it was good to see him face to face. He
and I went back a long way and have helped each other through more than
a few crises.
The next day
he called me really early in the morning and I thought he was nuts until
he informed me I was to sing my program at 10am!! (I am so lost without
a keeper of some kind. Thank G*d someone always comes to my rescue).
I went down to
the ballroom where they had the piano set up expecting the worst as always
from a hotel, but it wasn't half bad. The piano was nice but they had a
mic set up pointing into it and nothing for me to sing into. I decided
to just use it for the vocal and use the natural sound of the piano. The
other thing I changed was the seating arrangements.
All the seats
were lined up square with a big aisle as if we were at a lecture. Hmmm.
It was so cold and lifeless. So I got Rob to help me. We moved all the
chairs forward until they were practically on top of the piano and we set
them in a curve around me. It was so intimate and warm!
Then as the doctors
and nurses filed in, I was already playing some piano music to set the
tone and I coaxed them into moving forward. No one sits in the back!
Quietly, I began
to simply play and sing. There wasn't a dry eye in the house. And I have
to say that it got to me too. As I looked into the eyes of these caregivers,
I remembered times when my own mom, the nurse would come home from the
hospital and be sitting on the couch. I'd look over at her and she would
be gently weeping. When I asked her what was up, she'd just say how she'd
been thinking about someone who was suffering or an old person who had
I thanked them
for caring about their patients and I also recalled Dr. Zeev Neuwirth at
Lenox Hill in NY who had been late for an appt. with me because he had
stopped to comfort an older lady who had been suffering alone in her room.
After I finished,
they all hugged me and thanked me for a very unusual presentation.
November 16, 1998
Remember the critic who hugged
Steve in Boston? Here's the review
(I think this is her :-)
November 17, 1998
Baptists at Last
To say I was
apprehensive about tonight would be the understatement of the year. Even
though it was I who challenged "Pastor Bob" to "let me sing in your church,"
I wasn't prepared for the intense fear and nerve wracking trepidation I
began to feel as the day approached.
shouldn't have worried. We pulled up to the church parking lot and there
on the sign in big letters was "Welcome back Steve S." In the lobby was
a picture of me from 25 years ago with a big hair afro (it was natural,
by the way) and the lyrics to an old album all on xerox paper with my name
highlighted in green.
were they expecting, I thought? That I would sing all the old songs?
my fears began to fade when, upon seeing me, Pastor Bob Stith threw his
arms open wide and grabbed me and hugged me with absolute love and acceptance.
We went into his office -- leaving my brother Piglet and Randy T., the
"exgay" minister outside.
and I talked as I updated him on what had happened to me since then and
before I had gotten three words out of my mouth, I was drenched in tears.
He just said that they knew me back then and that they loved me and that
when he first heard about my having AIDS and being gay, the only thought
he had had was concern for my health.
also had said that his road to understanding gay people began when he found
himself, several years back, preaching "on the evils of homosexuality."
How in the middle of that sermon he suddenly realized that he was offering
nothing but condemnation and criticism, and he felt convicted that if a
struggling "homosexual" had come up to him just then, he would have absolutely
nothing constructive to say. And that's when he began to educate himself
and look for gay people.
spoke candidly about our differences scripturally. He said he had a firm
conviction that "homosexuality" was a sin but that he felt a WORSE sin
was to elevate it above other sins, or to see gay people as disgusting.
He said, "Back when I was young we considered smoking to be a sin but we
allowed smokers to be a part of the congregation. Why do we exclude gay
we spoke, he introduced me to an older man who said to me, "I remember
I was old when I knew you back then. I'm really old now!" and he threw
his arms around me and said how much he loved me and how glad they were
to have me back.
was this man, though, who really got to me by something he did just a few
moments afterwards -- and those of you who know TLS will REALLY get this.
were in the auditorium and were preparing to set it up for the service
when he came over to me, this senior who looked like a typical conservative
Texas Baptist. He said to me, "Can I ask you a favor? Can I pray over you?"
looked at him not believing those words had just come out of his mouth.
(This is what Buddy says to Gideon at the end of TLS).
I said. "Absolutely. Let's do it right now."
said, "Okay. Let me get the oil."
he went into the other room and returned with a little bottle of oil, brought
Pastor Bob over, tipped the little bottle over and put the oil on his finger,
pressed it to my forehead -- by now I am totally awash in tears at this
completely honest and selfless act of love -- and prayed for God to heal
me of AIDS.
I have to confess
to you that I had big plans coming into this. I was gonna just manipulate
them like crazy, throwing in a hymn and softening them up with a little
fake humility, etc. etc.
Pastor Bob, upon introducing me said, "I have something I have been preparing
for this night. I have a list here of sins I have been convicted of that
I believe have been committed by the church against gay people." Then he
looked at me and said, "Steve,on behalf of myself and the church I wish
to apologize for these..." and he started reading his list. If you thought
I was crying during the prayer, it wasn't Nothing compared to the
tears flowing down my face as I watched this humble man apologize for sins
such as anger, ignorance, judgmentalism, lack of love, etc.
said the church should be a safe place for people, not a scary place that
people have to leave because they don't measure up in some way.
I took the stage and sat behind the piano I couldn't speak. I was choked
up and drenched in my own tears. I just sat there weeping wondering how
I was ever going to get through the night.
I did. "Save Me A Seat," which had all of Them in tears, "Preacher
and the Nurse," and "The Group." Then "Going It Alone" and the biggie "At
Least I Know What's Killing Me." I went for it. I told them how my old
friend had called me and told me "AIDS is a manifestation of the sin of
homosexuality which infects your very soul..." etc.
reactions were exactly as I knew, hoped and prayed they'd be. They cried.
Laughed. Stayed with me all the way. And when I sang "A Simple Faith,"
forget it. Not a dry eye in the house. Afterwards, they all came up and
thanked me for coming, thanked me for being so honest, told me they loved
me and one man, a burly guy with a mustache said, "You know, I've allowed
myself to distance myself from others by not knowing them. Just makes it
easier to marginalize others when you don't know them. But you showed me
your heart. I'll never look at another gay person the same way. Thank you."
also pulled Randy Thomas, my "exgay" friend into the discussion afterwards
and told them that it had been a struggle for me to accept him and his
story back a year ago, but that I felt I would be a hypocrite if I were
asking for respect while disregarding him.
and I showed them that we could honestly disagree on "the Bible" and still
love and respect each other as human beings.
the car on the ride home, I told my brother Corky that what amazed me was
how hungry they were for permission to love. They were drinking in the
idea that they could love more fully and include rather than exclude. They
were loving, kind, generous, honest, devoted and conservative people, but
Pastor Bob was opening a door for them that no one will ever shut.
hate the war just as much as we do. They were thirsting for truth and they
took it in like people stranded in the desert begging for some kind of
comfort from the heat. And I had water, but so did Bob and the old guy
and Randy and everyone else in that room.
Not everyone. I did see one older man sitting dead center watching me with
a cold and unmoved eye. He didn't applaud, smile, laugh, pray or show anything
except frigid coldness.
I felt nothing except sorrow that he could not look around and see the
transforming power of honest love being displayed by a congregation that
is rising from the ignorance of the past into the true light of Truth and
knew it could happen. And I know it will happen again and again. As we
gathered around the piano in the little hall afterwards sharing refreshments,
playing the piano and singing together, I thought if any prayers could
heal me of AIDS, it would be the prayers of these people.
is a list of some of the things Pastor Bob said to his congregation and
confess on behalf of the Church that:"
many cases we've been more interested in being right than in being loving,
and have ended up being neither right nor loving."
have in many cases lived by an unspoken agreement that "I won't expose
you if you don't expose me. We've carefully crafted the appearance of being
okay when we're not okay, and of being righteous when we're not righteous."
settled for a weak imitation of real Christianity, and have held to a form
of godliness but denied the power thereof. For this reason
we've often had little to offer to those who needed to find God's power
to break free from sin."
given the impression by our silence or by our attitude that sexual sins
are worse than other sins, and that homosexuality is the worst of all.
We've fed the very dynamics of shame which have been keeping people captive."
have largely failed to seek out the homosexual community with the Gospel,
despite the fact that the Father is always seeking them in love."
have failed to provide a place for those coming out of homosexuality, either
in our churches or in our hearts. When you've needed a healed, whole, loving
family to return to in the Lord, we have not been there for you. In many
cases, there has seemed like there is no place for you to go."
forgive us and please come home to the church. You're part of us, it's
your birthright, and we need you."
This was delivered
originally by a man named Rev. Flook. Pastor Bob adapted it by adding "and
for this we apologize."
is from my friend Randy, the "exgay" minister talking about the concert
last night from his perspective. At one point in this review below he mentions
"young men from Denton." He is referring to our Daniel and then to C.J.
* * * * *
is kind of long and it took a while to write, I hope it makes sense.
to start. Where are the words, is it possible to be beyond tears?
Is it possible to ... not know what to say?
got a call from Steve around 2:30 and his brother got directions to my
house and since he lives in Rockwall it takes about an hour to get to Hurst
where I live. I paced around my little house. Went on
the net to my forums answered a few posts there, didn't read email, I couldn't
think too deep because I was too excited. I logged off the
net went to the living room put on "When you Care" sang that a couple few
times, sat down and tried to read some more of "Perelandra" by CS Lewis,
and somehow an hour went by. I went back to my little office area
in the extra bedroom of my house and I heard a car door shut. I went
back to the front and looked through the open front door and there was
the best smile I have seen in a long time. I couldn't wait to hug
Steve. We embraced and it was real...that is all I can say, it was
Bob was feeling puny and we were arranging to go get Steve a Whataburger
because those Californians do not have Whataburgers. I was thinking
we would go get a steak or something, but I was just as thrilled to go
get a burger. Figures huh? I met Steve's brother Corky
and he is just about funny. He is a very nice man.
could sense Steve was nervous, he was quite open and honest about it.
In the car I grabbed his hand to let him know I loved him and he was going
to do fine tonight and to not worry.
think he did anyway.
I nervous? Actually not at all. I didn't feel pressured or
a sense of this has to go this way or that has to happen that way.
I knew it would be awesome and it was. We took our burgers on the
road and ate in the car. Steve was wondering if I could eat while driving...little
did he know that is what I majored in in life.... eating fast food while
driving. We got to the Church, and it was so cool to see Pastor Bob
and Steve meet again after all this time. Nothing shattered the Earth
or anything but ... my heart moved when they hugged, that is a picture
I have prayed for, that is a picture of Christ's incarnational reality
in our time. When the Church embraces the ones she is called to serve.
went to pick up a friend of mine, Beth, while Steve, Pastor Bob and Corky
set up a sound check and that stuff for the evening. We got back
and not many people were there but it seems like at 7:03 everyone was there.
There was a crowd of about 50 people. Many I had never seen before
and many I knew from Pastor Bob's Church. About 5 people from Living
Hope were there.
and I sat front row center, I wanted to see Steve's face the whole time.
Pastor Bob started the evening with a statement on his view of homosexuality
that was so humble and loving. He then issued an apology to the gay
community and even to ex-gays...:::::weeping now:::::: for the Church's
failings. He kept making statements followed with "and for this we
ask for forgiveness." I hope that he will publish that on the
net somewhere (BA, the Waterline).
got up there and well, blessed my little heart. He was honest about
himself and where he was coming from. Told his story. I sat
up front to see his face and yet it hurt to watch him cry.
I had to close my eyes because I couldn't behold the beauty of his countenance
as he bared his soul. The Love in my heart for my friend Steve spilled
in that moment and a rush of Angels wings were sent in response to a prayer...
were many moments during Steve's performance. I laughed so hard about
the Potsie thing I embarassed myself....well it was funny! I grew
indignant for the sins committed against him but the moment :::::darn I
am crying again:::::: that killed me was when he was singing "The Group"
there is a part where he breaks and sings with such a beautiful note "and
I cried." That was like a dagger in my heart.
Steve had finished singing, Pastor Bob got up and said a prayer.
Something in it touched Steve's core...maybe he will explain (he doesn't
have to) but he was really crying. I got up and went over to him
and hugged him and said "I love you man, I love ya."
the prayer, everyone got up to go fellowship and eat the food that was
brought. What? You think that you are gonna meet at a Southern
Baptist Church and not eat! That would be SO wrong. The
whole night I just kinda stepped away from Steve to let him be with his
friends and catch up with Pastor Bob. In a strange sense, it was
like, Oh he needs to be with these people because he doesn't get to see
them often and I see him everyday... wait a minute...did you notice the
miracle? Because of BA I know Steve so well, that in person I am
completely comfortable with him as if I know him through and through.
I watched him though. His laugh, the way he moves about in a crowd,
his intensity, his laugh. Recording everything I possibly could in
my little mind so when he does go back to cyberspace I will remember.
fellowship buffet thing was great. Talked with a lot of different
people. A wonderful lady from San Antonio. The young men from
Denton. All the wonderful folks from Pastor Bobs church.
I did notice that "groupings" were beginning to happen. Where everyone
was kind of like oil beads on the top of water, splitting. I didn't
like that and just when I was getting ready to mingle and pray for "bridgerlieness"
some of the men from Pastor Bob's church got Steve and corralled him over
to the piano in the fellowship hall and he started playing some songs and
singing with them. Plus, Pastor Bob's wife, Dell, and a lady from
the Church sang a song with Steve as well. I can't remember the name....Steve?
Steve and I attempted to sing Amazing Grace, but I was so nervous I messed
it up really good. Oh, well. I enjoyed it anyway.
a BA moment happened later, I was chatting with the San Antonio lady (I
don't think I ever got her name) about the floods. I lost a friend
in the floods down there and we were just talking about that whole thing
when I noticed a group and formed around Steve and every once in a while
I would hear blah blah blah...EX GAY....blah blah blah.... RANDY.... blah
blah blah... THAT'S THE DIVIDE, WHAT WE NEED... and I decided to go listen.
It was awesome. I looked around the circle and thought.."What
a dream!" Southern Baptists, gay students, ex-gays, friends, family
even a little girl who was about three just running (and dancing with the
music when there was some who knew how to give the best high five I think
I have ever seen a three year old attempt.)
"And I told the MCC Pastor in AZ to quit shunning the exgays and how they
are a part of the whole gay experience." :::::awwww man crying again!:::::::
Randy: "And if the church can boycott this and that she needs to
quit being silent and speak up against people like Phelps and Enyart.
Until then gays are going to continue to die and the gospel is not going
to get out in that community."
was like that most of the discussion. I don't think that there was
any disagreement at any point.
about and hour or so everyone started leaving. I met the young men
from Denton earlier but didn't really get to talk to them until people
I really felt for one of them who is trying to work with the local campus
crusade group up there. If you are reading this my friend (I am cross posting
this to many sources), I am praying the Lord will remind me to pray for
you to have peace as you seek to communicate with these people. Don't forget
my encouragement to you to seek to serve them as Jesus would. Regardless
of homosexuality, there won't be any peace if the focus is to make a point...
just be. They may never be able to agree with you on certain subjects but
if you can teach grace by extending grace or teach mercy by extending mercy...do
it in humility and love. Seek to model Christ and you will be transformed
and that will be your "light on a hill" for others to see. I love ya' man
and I don't even know you. :) But then again, maybe I do in some way. started
were all walking to our cars, Pastor Bob was talking about looking forward
to a Nyquil kind of night (he is so sick, please Lord heal him.)
I am going to spend the day with Steve tomorrow and go to the Concert in
Denton tomorrow night. I look forward to tomorrow.
* * * * *
big tip of the hat to Steve and Pastor Bob and Randy and all involved.
This sort of stuff just shoots the old hope-o-meter right off the scale.
(Side note #1:
If this doesn't prove God's existence, nothing will.)
(Side note #2:
What's a Whataburger?)
God's favorite hamburger. You can find the scripture reference in ummmm
Sorry for the
irreverance, hope to not offend :)
It is just a
good o' greasy hamburger fast food chain that is scattered around the south.
Thanks for your
comments everyone. Today was very terrific for me in ways that I am still
processing. I will post the whole deal probably tomorrow.
getting in from the University of North Texas and spending a couple of
hours visiting, we crashed cause my poor little wife had to get Steve up
at 4:00 AM to get to the airport. I was a little disappointed cause Steve
didn't even take time to take pictures with my children (whom he hadn't
seen in 5 years). Well anyway...my sweet little wife got up bright and
early and had him at the airport by 5:30 AM so he wouldn't miss his flight.
By the way, not that we are ever put out by Steve or anything but the airport
is 45 miles from my house. Not just 45 miles, but 45 Dallas miles.
him off and I have to get up at 6:30 AM to get the kids ready for school.
We are talking about 2 kids who woke up without a goodbye from Uncle Steve.
At about 7:15 AM, my wife pages me and asks me if I was online cause she
couldn't call the house. I went into the computer room and found that my
dear brother had run off to the airport leaving the internet on. That tied
up my phone for about 3 hours.
I have said all
of that to get to the heart of the Steveism. At about 7:30 AM, my telephone
rings and it is my dear brother on the other line. I thought that he had
probably realized how badly he had shunned my children by running off without
a hug or goodbye. I thought it was a very nice gesture on his part to call
from the air and make amends for his rude behavior. As he began to speak,
I realized that my caller ID was showing him to be at a pay phone on ground
level. This was rather odd since I figured he should've been at about 35000
As One Big Head
began to speak, he told me that he had been trying to call for a couple
of hours but the phone just rang and rang. He then proceeded to tell me
that he had gotten his days mixed up and was supposed to fly to Denver
on Friday instead of Thursday and he needed a ride back to my house.
I have said all
of that to say this. Steve will not be given internet privileges at my
house today, therefore will be offline. If you have a really urgent message
you may send it to me. I will evaluate the urgency and then probably trash
can the message, but anyway you may send it to firstname.lastname@example.org.
Thank you and
God Bless the United States of America.
dos, maybe you could line up something at the University of Arkansas. He's
worn out his welcome here.
luck in Cincy.
Steve in prison
I do not know what Piglet is talking about. His creepy little kids never
gave me a moment's peace. If I was on the couch using my computer, there
they'd be hanging all over me reading my screen.
I was alternately
a horse, a trampoline, a May pole, and the listening post at a magpie convention.
Oh, sure, they're cute. But you see that's all a trick. The idea is to
overwhelm you with kidhugs, which are totally invulnerable, but before
you know it, they got your wallet, your clothes, your books and your sanity.
As for the photo
he didn't take, he was the one with the camera AND the one who was supposed
to be watching out for me, a role he volunteered for. He even typed up
a little agenda and said to just leave everything to him. I mean, he allowed
me to go to the airport WITHOUT checking my ticket himself?
What, just totally
exactly if you don't mind, was THAT all about?
It's not like
he doesn't know me or isn't used to me. It's not like I haven't been parading
my mental vacuities like medals won in some war against intelligent behavior
and practical living.
So, anyway, you
should have seen him when he pulled up. He was so happy that we were spending
another day together. And if you think he's some innocent non-Schalchlin
himself, at one point on our drive back to his house, when I was being
really vulnerable and dare I say it, Loving, I said to him, "I wish you
could be with me all the time."
He said, "I know.
I get that all the time."
It's so difficult
to be Big Head when you're surrounded by other Bigger Heads.
read this in response to Steve's prison message. As you can see, if you
hang around Steve long enough, the real Steve comes out. DOS....tell em
what Little Stevie was like growing up as a brother. He used to hit me
on the head with his senior ring....now he's trashing my poor defenseless
(Steve's smart brother)
God was punishing Steve for making fun of me to my sweet little niece,
Elizabeth. Does Steve's readers know how mean he is to his little brother???
He's not quite as humanitarian as he presents himself.
niece and I were merely laughing at your bad haircut and the fact that
you are... uh... not as bright as you pretend, to put it nicely.
(Love you moose)
really don't want Steve as a brother because then he'll start ignoring
you for his fans...
sorry. Who is this again?
the Mother and now you know why I am nutz!!!!!!
not a Steve follower.....he always wanted to be like me growing up so there
is no reason for me to follow him. He is jealous of me and my good looks.
He will never be as great as I am although he pretends to be. Mother...you
were nutz before us kids so don't use US as an excuse....just look who
coming home today after three weeks!!! Can't wait.
Denver last night
was stunning as usual. Two standing ovations and much hugging. Nowadays
I don't even give people the option to just shake hands unless, by their
body language I can tell they are the "huggy" type.
The event was
in this majestic gothic Episcopal church building and I was playing a grand
piano. But they didn't have a boom stand for the microphone, so I put the
mic on a regular mic stand and stuck it just in front on me.
I opened the
show by saying, "I don't usually play piano with a pole between my legs..."
(big laugh thank
The local press
completely ignored the event -- Good enough for the Boston Globe but not
quite good enough for the Rocky Mountain News :-) -- but we had a great
I also met a
lady was the past director of Exodus International. That happened because
of my report on the Dallas Baptist Church. Lord, I just keep getting further
and further into the devil's lair.
first chapter of The FULL MONTY has been posted under "Dickie's
Personal HIV Theory".
And welcome home
Online announces L.A. Engagement
Laguna Last Session Moves to Tiffany, Opens December 5th
are being held in Austin!
Los Angeles production information is up on "The
Last Session" site!
to out-of towners...the Tiffany is now only selling tickets through the
17th of January. If you are planning a trip after that but before February
6th, you can email our office and we will take a reservation so that you
can plan your trip - email@example.com
ON TO PART 5