I think alot of those hot chicks at Le Poisson Rouge came from New Jersey. I over heard one woman talking on her cell phone say that she had just come from Hoboken. When I was on the Path train it made a stop in Hoboken on my return trip. Alot of hot chicks were getting up the other train going into New York. Some probably on their way to Le Poisson Rouge
I left there shaking my head about the whole experience. It was like getting laid without getting laid. I was satisfied, and I was drained and tired, and I didn’t even shoot my load. I don’t think this takes place every week, but I’ll be finding out about the next time. Their website is lepoissionrouge.com. I felt like hollering out “GET A ROOM.” This place was like a combination of the Melody, Plato’s Retreat, and Rishue’s of London’s restaurant all combined. It was a blast! I’m surprised I never heard of this place. So many ladies. So much making out. It was utterly crazy! It was like when all these people left there they’d were going to hang out somewhere else. Unless things may have gotten alot hotter after I left. Because I only stayed until around ten. I can only imagine what it would be like around midnight. Maybe it turned into something like “Caligula.” I wouldn’t be surprised. It was wild enough while I was there. OUT OF THIS WORLD! I loved it!
Had quite a time on Saturday night. I found “The Ultimate Burlesque Showdown.” It took quite a bit of searching, but I found it while I was on the computer in the Port Authority Bus Terminal before I went to see “Clash of the Titans.” Enjoyed it. The Schlep sisters and hirsty Productions presented “The Burning BUSH vs The Second Coming.” It was the best burlesque show I’d ever seen. Its actually the only burlesque show of that maginitude that I’ve ever seen. Admission was twenty bucks. The host Lady Rizzo was an excellent host and an excellent singer. Tigger the comic was very funny. The ladies were so-so to excellent. The Schelp sisters looked like Joey Karson with a Shirley Temple hairdo. They were adequate. However, Saphire Jones very, very, good. A good body, agood dancer, and she put on a good show. The same goes for Nasty Canasta, and Dirty Martini. I didn"t stay for the entire show. I was getting tired. On Saturday I’m use to going to bed around eight. It was after ten when I left the Le Poisson Rouge on 158 Bleeker street in the Village. The ladies only strip down to their pasties and panties. To tell you the truth I didn’t even care. I was having such a good time. The place was in sort of a basement. It was packed. Standing room only. I guess about a hundred people. I thought there would be alot of guys my age. Boy was I fooled. I doubt there was anybody there over thirty. Alot of hot, hot, hot, women. Dressed to kill, and smelling so good. Alot of lesbian couples. Alot making out while the show was going on. Alot of straight couples. Some threesomes. Thet were making out also. There was a stage for the performers. However the floor was laid out like a restaurant. Alot of food being served. I sat in the back at the bar. When I first arrived it was empty, but by eight showtime the place was jam packed and jumping. A very rowdy audience. Like they’ve done this many trimes before. I just totally enjoyed myself.
I went with Susan Nero at the Markwell hotel back in the seventies. Very bad experience. Nice person, but not very good at what she was suppose to be good at. After going with her I learned that alot of what we see in those porno movies is not always what it is. Alot is illusion, or slight of hand. Will explain more later.
Still ticked off that another website would try to give Dominique credit for lapdancing when it was Bob Anthony and the Melody that started it. Well it was actually Margie Villa that sat on the first lap. It was under Bob Anthony’s management. If anything the producers of “Cats” came down the street from the Winter Garden theater saw what was happening on the Melody stage and decided to throw it into their show. It was at the Melody first. Melody/Harmony/Follies rules forever!
Evelyn West aka Evelyn “$50,000 Treasure Chest” West aka Hubba-Hubba Girl was a burllesque legend of the forties,fifties,and sixties. I remember the Melody old timers talking about her being over at the Empire Room in Newark back in the sixties. They also used to talk about Tempest Storm, Lil St Cyr and Blaze Starr among others. I think Tempest Storm was at the Melody before I started coming there. I wish I could have seen all the old burlesque queens that I missed. However, I’m happy with the Melody/Harmony/Follies ladies I did get to see.
Many times before I’d come gto the Melody I’d make a quick stop at Lucky Lady. That was a mistake most of the time. There was Yvonne. She had this incredible tongue, and an uncommon knowing of the nerve endings of the penis. The first time I ever went with her she starts this rapid flicking motion with her tongue on my dip stick I start shaking like crazy. Its a real funny vibrating shake that I never experience before. Before I can get to the big O she stops and ask me how big a tip she’s going to get. I tell her five dollars. She starts up again with this snake-like tongue flicking. I’m about to explode again and she stops. Again she ask me how big a tip she’ll get. This time I just say whatever amount she wants. She starts back up again, but this time she’s even faster with her tongue. I start shooting like somebody turned on the hot water. I’m spent. After I left I tried to make it to the Melody, but I had these weird shakes all the way home. Sorry Melody/Harmony/Follies you were always the place to be. Except after Yvoone, she always left me wasted.
Has anyone ever seen a movie called “Burlesk Queen?” I’m a movie buff and this movie sounds like something special. Did anyone find out about that burlesgue show this week? If so, where is it at?
There is a website called “Website under construction” that’s trying to change the orgins of the lapdance from the Melody to the Harmony. They are trying to say that Dominique stared it after seeing it on Broadway in “Cats.”. Sorry “WUC” I saw “Cats” the first month it came out. Lapdancing had already been thriving at the Melody under Bob Anthony. If your going to start a website at least get your facts straight. Hey guys check out this website for yourselves to see what other things they’re trying to take credit for in the name of the Melody and Harmony. The Melody/Harmony/Follies rules.
Saw a movie called “Chole” the other day had some good nude scenes with Julianne Moore and Amanda Seyfried. Amanda’s the same one that had the hot kissing scene with Megan Fox in Jennifer’s Body. As hot as all that was none of it can touch Leslie Bovee and Phaedra Grant when they did their thing at the Melody. “Ain’t nothing like the real thing baby even if it was long ago.
Turning at 50th street by Broadway the other day I went by where the Pussy Cat Cinema use to be. I thought about Marilyn Chambers getting out of that stretch limo for the opening of her movie"BEHIND THE GREEN DOOR.“ As I walked down to the corner of 48th and Broadway I thought about the time I saw Phaedra Grant getting out of the taxi. Such a tall beauty, her long red hair blowing in the wind. As I start walking on 48th I remember the time Judy Vernon tried to kiss me and I moved away from her. Wish I could do that over again. Then as I walked in front of where the Melody use to be I was sad and happy at the same time. Sad that its not there anymore. Happy for all the good times I had when it was there. I closed by eyes for a second smiled and thought for me the Melody/Harmony/Follies was the place to be.
Went with Kelly, Karen, Julie Red, Big Red, Big Mary, Carlotta, Isabella, Joey Karson, Lisa Wilson, Susan, Patty Big Boobs, Nicole, Charo, Sandra, Yvoone, Becky,and Fuzzy. Caught the clap from Fuzzy. I went with a hundred woman or more back in the late sevemties and early eighties. I use to keep a list with all their names. It was burned up in a fire along with my Melody photo albums, and by Broadway playbill/ticket albums. Between massage palors, go-go bars and street corners I’ve gone with more women, and most of their names I can’t remember. Kelly that I went with was white and she had a nice lean body. She reminded me alot of Jaclyn Smith from “Charlie’s Angels.” My first name is Vincent, but that won’t do you any good. My friends, and most of the lounge five called me by my last name,or they called me “king massage” because I hung out so much at the palors. Annette Heinz I knew her well. She was a beautiful person. If God created anything more beautiful he’s keepig mor beautiful he’s keeping it for himself.
One time I was suppose to meet Eddie at the Melody. We were going to hang out and see “The Buddy Holly Story.” First before I met up with him I was going to make a quick stop at the Lucky Lady to see one of the ladies. Charo was available. She was a huge, pretty, spainsh senorita with this long brown hair. She weighed at least two hundred and fifty pounds, amd like to get on top. Back in the day I was about two-seventy so it was a heavy duty session. As I laying on my back she gets on top. She slips my dip stick inside of her and says “Are you ready.” She always asked ne that question, and I was never ready for her, but I nervously said “yes.” She’d start out real slow. It reminded me of the Cyclone roller coaster ride at Coney Island. At first she’d go real slow then “Wham Bam!” She starts moving like a sal in heat. Bam,Bam,Bam, WHAM! For soneone so big she really moved fast. I’m just trying to hold on for dear life and stay inside of her. She digs her fingers into my back and starts moaning “AY AY PAPI, AY DIOS MIO, AY DIOS MIO AY DIOS MIO! She starts shaking like shes about to hit the big O. I start shaking because I’m heading the big O. I shoot my wad. I’m wasted. I’m sweating. She’s sweating with this big satisfied lookon her face. Her look of satisfaction may be because she got me off. However, I think it comes from the fact that she sees I brought her tip with me. A bag of one dozen glazed donuts. As for Eddie I was so late I met him at the movie. Pitch black movie theater. He spots me in the dark "Is that you.” Yes Eddie its me. That Eddie you just had to love him. I loved Charo too. About a week later I come back to see her and she’s gone. Her husband came by Lucky Lady and pulled her out. I can understand it. I can imagine the kind of good loving she must have been giving him at home. How good a lover she must have been. I never saw her again after that. As for the dozen donuts I shared them with the guys at the Melody Eddie included. Lucky Lady amd the Melody perfect together. I wish they were both still around.
Does anyone remember the Hell’s Fire Club on 14th Street in the meat packing district. Eddie introduced me to this place in the early eighties. It made the Melody/Harmony/Follies seem like a Sunday school. This place was"total raunch."
Does anyone remember a big blonde named Bridgett fron the Harmony on 22nd and 17th street. I don’t remember her being on Church street. Well anyway she was a blonde brickhouse. Big legs, big thighs, and a big laugh. She wore her hair in this round over the top braided circular look. It seemed liked she was just off the boat from Sweden or Norway or some European country. Well I give her ten dollars. She straddles me like shes about to ride a bull. Instant erection. I mean super hard. Her hard body is right up against ny hard part. She begins grinding hard and fast to the music. I didn’t last five minutes. Her hard rubbing got me off quickly, hard and intense. I was totally drained. I left the Harmony to find a store to replenish myself. These were the years before we heard of Viagra. I found a deli a few blocks away. I ate a small jar of peanut butter, banana pudding, and I took a couple of vitamin E that I always carried with me. I drank them down with a pint of orange juice and found me a bench to sit and rest up on. I couldn’t get Bridgett out of my mind. After about an hour of resting I went back to the Harmony. Bridgett saw me as I came in. She says something like “Back for more.” I nod as if to say yes. Quicker than I could give her my ten we were back at it again. Same result all over again. It seem even faster the second time. Very quick, very hard, very intense. However, this time I finished with a huge headache. This time when I left I just headed for the bus. I slept all the way home. I was lucky the last stop on the bus was my stop or I would have overslept for sure. That was the first and only time I ever saw Bridgett. Thank you Bridgett where ever you are. For me that day the place to be was the Harmony.
Francine eas my first tongue kiss at the Melody. Rose Marie was my first kiss at the Melody. She had just finish performing. She was walking around the stage collecting her tips off the stage floor. I was sitting toward the back right area right next to the stage. As she came over my way I get out of my seat and hand her a five dollar bill. She bends down grabs my face and lays this big wet one on my lips. I could smell her musk and perfume. A wonderful scent. I could taste her lipstick, but I was just awestruck by the moment. She said thanks and walked off the stage. I learned from that experience that it was always good to sit in that end seat toward the back of the stage. I was the last one the lady saw as she was leaving. Do her right she’d do you right. Rose Marie, for me, was the lady at the Melody/Harmony. At least for that moment.
One time I was rushing to get to the Follies to see Annette Heinz’s show. When I got there she had just finished. This three piece suit wall street looking individual was leaving. I was just about to sit in his seat when I see a neatly folded copy of the Wall Street Journal on the seat. I figure I just missed Annette well I might as well read the paper until the next lady comes on. I open the paper. Big Mistake. It’s jism city. That wall street guy had really shot a load in the business section. I just started laughing. Well at least he had enjoyed himself while watching Annette Heinz. She had that affect on a whole lot of guys! I moved to another section to sit down. Way to go Annette. Another satisfied customer. For that guy the Follies was the place to be, and Annette Heinz the lady to see.
I was just thinking the other day about the evolution of the lapdance. When Margie Villa gave her lapdance in the 1970’s it was more just sit and rub and feel my tush. A few years later it had become more of a precision type of lapdance. The lapdancer knew what had to be done. She’d give you time for your money, and she would get you off. By the time the Melody had closed and the Harmony moved from 22nd to 17th to Church street the lapdance had become more about speed and money. There was this one lady who would actually spread the customers legs apart on the wall dance. She’d move inside both legs and do a “speedy gonzalez.” She got most guys off very quickly. I never went with her. Too fast! I always had Magic. From the Melody on 48th street to the Harmony on Church street. I was happy to let Magic work her magic on me. It was a win-win situation. She got what she wanted and I got what I wanted. The happy ending. For me the place to be was the Melody/Harmony/Follies. Magic thank you very much.
No sway, into the fray, I’m about the lay, the ladies, those beautiful Melody/Harmony/Follies ladies. So many ladies. So many names I can’t remember anymore. So many great performances on stage. So many lapdances. So many wall dances. So many happy endings. To all you ladies I can’t remember I salute each and every one of you. I thank you all for some really good times. You help to make for me the place to be the Melody/Harmony/Follies.
Donna Summore was a pretty brown sugar of a lady that I had at the Melody, and at her flat on Avenue A or C. So long ago I can’t remember. I do remember once I asked her “Why do you call yourself Donna Summore.” She said “Every time I finish with a guy he wants to know when he can come back again for some more.” She was right when she finished getting me off I always wanted to know when I could come back for some more. I came back again and again and again. Thank you Donna! For me the place to be was the Melody/Harmony and Avenue A or C.
Ahhhhhhhh HOT CHICKS! I just love hot chicks.
I think alot of those hot chicks at Le Poisson Rouge came from New Jersey. I over heard one woman talking on her cell phone say that she had just come from Hoboken. When I was on the Path train it made a stop in Hoboken on my return trip. Alot of hot chicks were getting up the other train going into New York. Some probably on their way to Le Poisson Rouge
I left there shaking my head about the whole experience. It was like getting laid without getting laid. I was satisfied, and I was drained and tired, and I didn’t even shoot my load. I don’t think this takes place every week, but I’ll be finding out about the next time. Their website is lepoissionrouge.com. I felt like hollering out “GET A ROOM.” This place was like a combination of the Melody, Plato’s Retreat, and Rishue’s of London’s restaurant all combined. It was a blast! I’m surprised I never heard of this place. So many ladies. So much making out. It was utterly crazy! It was like when all these people left there they’d were going to hang out somewhere else. Unless things may have gotten alot hotter after I left. Because I only stayed until around ten. I can only imagine what it would be like around midnight. Maybe it turned into something like “Caligula.” I wouldn’t be surprised. It was wild enough while I was there. OUT OF THIS WORLD! I loved it!
More to tell about this place later.
Had quite a time on Saturday night. I found “The Ultimate Burlesque Showdown.” It took quite a bit of searching, but I found it while I was on the computer in the Port Authority Bus Terminal before I went to see “Clash of the Titans.” Enjoyed it. The Schlep sisters and hirsty Productions presented “The Burning BUSH vs The Second Coming.” It was the best burlesque show I’d ever seen. Its actually the only burlesque show of that maginitude that I’ve ever seen. Admission was twenty bucks. The host Lady Rizzo was an excellent host and an excellent singer. Tigger the comic was very funny. The ladies were so-so to excellent. The Schelp sisters looked like Joey Karson with a Shirley Temple hairdo. They were adequate. However, Saphire Jones very, very, good. A good body, agood dancer, and she put on a good show. The same goes for Nasty Canasta, and Dirty Martini. I didn"t stay for the entire show. I was getting tired. On Saturday I’m use to going to bed around eight. It was after ten when I left the Le Poisson Rouge on 158 Bleeker street in the Village. The ladies only strip down to their pasties and panties. To tell you the truth I didn’t even care. I was having such a good time. The place was in sort of a basement. It was packed. Standing room only. I guess about a hundred people. I thought there would be alot of guys my age. Boy was I fooled. I doubt there was anybody there over thirty. Alot of hot, hot, hot, women. Dressed to kill, and smelling so good. Alot of lesbian couples. Alot making out while the show was going on. Alot of straight couples. Some threesomes. Thet were making out also. There was a stage for the performers. However the floor was laid out like a restaurant. Alot of food being served. I sat in the back at the bar. When I first arrived it was empty, but by eight showtime the place was jam packed and jumping. A very rowdy audience. Like they’ve done this many trimes before. I just totally enjoyed myself.
I went with Susan Nero at the Markwell hotel back in the seventies. Very bad experience. Nice person, but not very good at what she was suppose to be good at. After going with her I learned that alot of what we see in those porno movies is not always what it is. Alot is illusion, or slight of hand. Will explain more later.
Still ticked off that another website would try to give Dominique credit for lapdancing when it was Bob Anthony and the Melody that started it. Well it was actually Margie Villa that sat on the first lap. It was under Bob Anthony’s management. If anything the producers of “Cats” came down the street from the Winter Garden theater saw what was happening on the Melody stage and decided to throw it into their show. It was at the Melody first. Melody/Harmony/Follies rules forever!
Evelyn West aka Evelyn “$50,000 Treasure Chest” West aka Hubba-Hubba Girl was a burllesque legend of the forties,fifties,and sixties. I remember the Melody old timers talking about her being over at the Empire Room in Newark back in the sixties. They also used to talk about Tempest Storm, Lil St Cyr and Blaze Starr among others. I think Tempest Storm was at the Melody before I started coming there. I wish I could have seen all the old burlesque queens that I missed. However, I’m happy with the Melody/Harmony/Follies ladies I did get to see.
Many times before I’d come gto the Melody I’d make a quick stop at Lucky Lady. That was a mistake most of the time. There was Yvonne. She had this incredible tongue, and an uncommon knowing of the nerve endings of the penis. The first time I ever went with her she starts this rapid flicking motion with her tongue on my dip stick I start shaking like crazy. Its a real funny vibrating shake that I never experience before. Before I can get to the big O she stops and ask me how big a tip she’s going to get. I tell her five dollars. She starts up again with this snake-like tongue flicking. I’m about to explode again and she stops. Again she ask me how big a tip she’ll get. This time I just say whatever amount she wants. She starts back up again, but this time she’s even faster with her tongue. I start shooting like somebody turned on the hot water. I’m spent. After I left I tried to make it to the Melody, but I had these weird shakes all the way home. Sorry Melody/Harmony/Follies you were always the place to be. Except after Yvoone, she always left me wasted.
Has anyone ever seen a movie called “Burlesk Queen?” I’m a movie buff and this movie sounds like something special. Did anyone find out about that burlesgue show this week? If so, where is it at?
There is a website called “Website under construction” that’s trying to change the orgins of the lapdance from the Melody to the Harmony. They are trying to say that Dominique stared it after seeing it on Broadway in “Cats.”. Sorry “WUC” I saw “Cats” the first month it came out. Lapdancing had already been thriving at the Melody under Bob Anthony. If your going to start a website at least get your facts straight. Hey guys check out this website for yourselves to see what other things they’re trying to take credit for in the name of the Melody and Harmony. The Melody/Harmony/Follies rules.
Saw a movie called “Chole” the other day had some good nude scenes with Julianne Moore and Amanda Seyfried. Amanda’s the same one that had the hot kissing scene with Megan Fox in Jennifer’s Body. As hot as all that was none of it can touch Leslie Bovee and Phaedra Grant when they did their thing at the Melody. “Ain’t nothing like the real thing baby even if it was long ago.
Turning at 50th street by Broadway the other day I went by where the Pussy Cat Cinema use to be. I thought about Marilyn Chambers getting out of that stretch limo for the opening of her movie"BEHIND THE GREEN DOOR.“ As I walked down to the corner of 48th and Broadway I thought about the time I saw Phaedra Grant getting out of the taxi. Such a tall beauty, her long red hair blowing in the wind. As I start walking on 48th I remember the time Judy Vernon tried to kiss me and I moved away from her. Wish I could do that over again. Then as I walked in front of where the Melody use to be I was sad and happy at the same time. Sad that its not there anymore. Happy for all the good times I had when it was there. I closed by eyes for a second smiled and thought for me the Melody/Harmony/Follies was the place to be.
Did anyone hear anything about a burlesque coming to New York next week?
If God created anything more beautiful than Annette Heinz he’s keeping it for himself.
Went with Kelly, Karen, Julie Red, Big Red, Big Mary, Carlotta, Isabella, Joey Karson, Lisa Wilson, Susan, Patty Big Boobs, Nicole, Charo, Sandra, Yvoone, Becky,and Fuzzy. Caught the clap from Fuzzy. I went with a hundred woman or more back in the late sevemties and early eighties. I use to keep a list with all their names. It was burned up in a fire along with my Melody photo albums, and by Broadway playbill/ticket albums. Between massage palors, go-go bars and street corners I’ve gone with more women, and most of their names I can’t remember. Kelly that I went with was white and she had a nice lean body. She reminded me alot of Jaclyn Smith from “Charlie’s Angels.” My first name is Vincent, but that won’t do you any good. My friends, and most of the lounge five called me by my last name,or they called me “king massage” because I hung out so much at the palors. Annette Heinz I knew her well. She was a beautiful person. If God created anything more beautiful he’s keepig mor beautiful he’s keeping it for himself.
One time I was suppose to meet Eddie at the Melody. We were going to hang out and see “The Buddy Holly Story.” First before I met up with him I was going to make a quick stop at the Lucky Lady to see one of the ladies. Charo was available. She was a huge, pretty, spainsh senorita with this long brown hair. She weighed at least two hundred and fifty pounds, amd like to get on top. Back in the day I was about two-seventy so it was a heavy duty session. As I laying on my back she gets on top. She slips my dip stick inside of her and says “Are you ready.” She always asked ne that question, and I was never ready for her, but I nervously said “yes.” She’d start out real slow. It reminded me of the Cyclone roller coaster ride at Coney Island. At first she’d go real slow then “Wham Bam!” She starts moving like a sal in heat. Bam,Bam,Bam, WHAM! For soneone so big she really moved fast. I’m just trying to hold on for dear life and stay inside of her. She digs her fingers into my back and starts moaning “AY AY PAPI, AY DIOS MIO, AY DIOS MIO AY DIOS MIO! She starts shaking like shes about to hit the big O. I start shaking because I’m heading the big O. I shoot my wad. I’m wasted. I’m sweating. She’s sweating with this big satisfied lookon her face. Her look of satisfaction may be because she got me off. However, I think it comes from the fact that she sees I brought her tip with me. A bag of one dozen glazed donuts. As for Eddie I was so late I met him at the movie. Pitch black movie theater. He spots me in the dark "Is that you.” Yes Eddie its me. That Eddie you just had to love him. I loved Charo too. About a week later I come back to see her and she’s gone. Her husband came by Lucky Lady and pulled her out. I can understand it. I can imagine the kind of good loving she must have been giving him at home. How good a lover she must have been. I never saw her again after that. As for the dozen donuts I shared them with the guys at the Melody Eddie included. Lucky Lady amd the Melody perfect together. I wish they were both still around.
Does anyone remember the Hell’s Fire Club on 14th Street in the meat packing district. Eddie introduced me to this place in the early eighties. It made the Melody/Harmony/Follies seem like a Sunday school. This place was"total raunch."
Does anyone remember a big blonde named Bridgett fron the Harmony on 22nd and 17th street. I don’t remember her being on Church street. Well anyway she was a blonde brickhouse. Big legs, big thighs, and a big laugh. She wore her hair in this round over the top braided circular look. It seemed liked she was just off the boat from Sweden or Norway or some European country. Well I give her ten dollars. She straddles me like shes about to ride a bull. Instant erection. I mean super hard. Her hard body is right up against ny hard part. She begins grinding hard and fast to the music. I didn’t last five minutes. Her hard rubbing got me off quickly, hard and intense. I was totally drained. I left the Harmony to find a store to replenish myself. These were the years before we heard of Viagra. I found a deli a few blocks away. I ate a small jar of peanut butter, banana pudding, and I took a couple of vitamin E that I always carried with me. I drank them down with a pint of orange juice and found me a bench to sit and rest up on. I couldn’t get Bridgett out of my mind. After about an hour of resting I went back to the Harmony. Bridgett saw me as I came in. She says something like “Back for more.” I nod as if to say yes. Quicker than I could give her my ten we were back at it again. Same result all over again. It seem even faster the second time. Very quick, very hard, very intense. However, this time I finished with a huge headache. This time when I left I just headed for the bus. I slept all the way home. I was lucky the last stop on the bus was my stop or I would have overslept for sure. That was the first and only time I ever saw Bridgett. Thank you Bridgett where ever you are. For me that day the place to be was the Harmony.
Francine eas my first tongue kiss at the Melody. Rose Marie was my first kiss at the Melody. She had just finish performing. She was walking around the stage collecting her tips off the stage floor. I was sitting toward the back right area right next to the stage. As she came over my way I get out of my seat and hand her a five dollar bill. She bends down grabs my face and lays this big wet one on my lips. I could smell her musk and perfume. A wonderful scent. I could taste her lipstick, but I was just awestruck by the moment. She said thanks and walked off the stage. I learned from that experience that it was always good to sit in that end seat toward the back of the stage. I was the last one the lady saw as she was leaving. Do her right she’d do you right. Rose Marie, for me, was the lady at the Melody/Harmony. At least for that moment.
One time I was rushing to get to the Follies to see Annette Heinz’s show. When I got there she had just finished. This three piece suit wall street looking individual was leaving. I was just about to sit in his seat when I see a neatly folded copy of the Wall Street Journal on the seat. I figure I just missed Annette well I might as well read the paper until the next lady comes on. I open the paper. Big Mistake. It’s jism city. That wall street guy had really shot a load in the business section. I just started laughing. Well at least he had enjoyed himself while watching Annette Heinz. She had that affect on a whole lot of guys! I moved to another section to sit down. Way to go Annette. Another satisfied customer. For that guy the Follies was the place to be, and Annette Heinz the lady to see.
Does anyone remember a big blonde named Bridgett. She was at the Harmony on 22nd and 17th. However, I never saw her at Church Street.
I was just thinking the other day about the evolution of the lapdance. When Margie Villa gave her lapdance in the 1970’s it was more just sit and rub and feel my tush. A few years later it had become more of a precision type of lapdance. The lapdancer knew what had to be done. She’d give you time for your money, and she would get you off. By the time the Melody had closed and the Harmony moved from 22nd to 17th to Church street the lapdance had become more about speed and money. There was this one lady who would actually spread the customers legs apart on the wall dance. She’d move inside both legs and do a “speedy gonzalez.” She got most guys off very quickly. I never went with her. Too fast! I always had Magic. From the Melody on 48th street to the Harmony on Church street. I was happy to let Magic work her magic on me. It was a win-win situation. She got what she wanted and I got what I wanted. The happy ending. For me the place to be was the Melody/Harmony/Follies. Magic thank you very much.
No sway, into the fray, I’m about the lay, the ladies, those beautiful Melody/Harmony/Follies ladies. So many ladies. So many names I can’t remember anymore. So many great performances on stage. So many lapdances. So many wall dances. So many happy endings. To all you ladies I can’t remember I salute each and every one of you. I thank you all for some really good times. You help to make for me the place to be the Melody/Harmony/Follies.
Donna Summore was a pretty brown sugar of a lady that I had at the Melody, and at her flat on Avenue A or C. So long ago I can’t remember. I do remember once I asked her “Why do you call yourself Donna Summore.” She said “Every time I finish with a guy he wants to know when he can come back again for some more.” She was right when she finished getting me off I always wanted to know when I could come back for some more. I came back again and again and again. Thank you Donna! For me the place to be was the Melody/Harmony and Avenue A or C.