Trick Or Treat
One of the most bizarre gigs I have ever played would have to
be a 1977 Halloween party I worked with Lovie Lee and the Sensationals.
Little did I know what was in store when I signed on for this
one.
I had heard about Lovie Lee for a couple years before actually
running up on him at a club one night. He called soon after, and
I found myself drumming for him. Lovie was Carey Bell's
unofficial stepfather, the one who originally brought Carey to
Chicago from Mississippi in the '50s. Later in life, after
he had retired from his job as an upholsterer, he took the gig
with Muddy Waters and played with him until Muddy died.
We always had a pretty good band, usually Lee Jackson, Brewer
Phillips, Byther Smith or Lurrie Bell on guitar; sometimes we
would get lucky and he'd drag Carey along on harp, almost
always Jessie Hawkins on sax, and whomever he could find from
the neighborhood on bass, but quite frequently it was Nolan Struck.
I had no reason to believe this particular gig would be that different
from any other date I had played with Lovie -- at least
not until we arrived. It was on the West Side, in a Masonic Temple
in the 5300 block of West Lake Street. The placard at the door
read:
BIG MASQUERADE BALL
Sheba and the Lion J presents a Masquerade Ball and Dance
Music by Lovie Lee, his piano and his band the Sensationals
-- starring Byther "Smitty" Smith, a real artist
on guitar
Crowning of King and Queen
Fashion Hair Styles Awards
BIG FLOOR SHOW
Unspeakable the Fox Terrier
The Bombshell Gina
The Finest of Goddess Vicky, Hostess of Pantomime
You certainly couldn't tell at first glance from the poster
that anything unusual was going on. Lovie, Smitty, Carey, Carey's
wife Dorothy and I all arrived around the same time. As we were
loading our equipment in, I began to notice that a large portion
of the men were very effeminate, and that several were dancing
with each other.
It was at this point I became suspicious that this just might
not be your typical blues gig.
We set our equipment on stage, and I grabbed a drink and joined
the rest of the band at the table with Dorothy. Soon a lot of
women began arriving, and man, were they decked out; I never saw
so many flashy outfits in all my life! I really wasn't
paying a whole lot of attention until Dorothy pointed out that
a lot of the women appeared to be men, in drag. Then it dawned
on me -- Crowning of King and Queen, Unspeakable
the Fox Terrier -- that Lovie had unknowingly booked
us at a transvestite Halloween party!
We got through the gig with no problems; they even crowned the
king and queen -- although, other than Dorothy, I don't
believe there were actually any women there -- but that
is not where the story ends.
Several months later we were playing at Morgan's Lounge
on 61st and Prairie streets. Lovie announced that he had hired
a stripper to entertain that night. I remember asking him where
he had found the stripper, and he replied that she was one of
the girls from the Halloween party.
Now Lovie's eyesight wasn't that good, and he had
never realized that the girls were actually guys that night.
Well, I wasn't gonna be the one to spoil his fun, so I
didn't say anything to him about it.
About halfway through the second set Lovie announced to the audience
that we had a treat coming up on the final show of the night and
that everyone should stay and see the shakedancer. About two songs
into the final set we began playing the Rinky Dinks' "Hot
Potato" (the traditional song for shakedancers on the South
Side at that time). Midway through "Hot Potato" Lovie
called up our special guest for the evening, and, just as I suspected,
it was a guy.
Not only was it a guy -- it was one of the ugliest guys
I had ever seen.
Man, this cat must have had size 14 feet and was wearing gold
lamé high-heeled shoes with one of the skimpiest bikinis
this side of the Riviera. To top it all off he was bowlegged,
and his entire body was covered with some kind of nasty looking
sores that were oozing goo all over the place. As if that weren't
enough, he had covered his entire body in vegetable oil.
It was all I could do to contain my laughter and keep a straight
face for the remainder of the "show." At the end
of the night Lovie told me that he thought she had really done
a nice job and the people had really seemed to enjoy her. I never
had the heart to tell him; I just said, "Yeah, that was
a show all right."
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