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| Bette Midler had the buzz, and it was loud, even in a backwater town like Chicago was in the early 1970s. The cultural underground pipeline of information that existed before the Internet couldn't get enough about a wild woman doing rowdy shows at a gay bathhouse in New York. She was booked into Mr. Kelly's on Rush Street, known for its sultry jazz singers like Carmen MacRae and Lainie Kazan. I don't think the slight audience was prepared for the outrageous spectacle she delivered. I introduced myself after the show, and the next day guided her around Chicago. I didn't know who or what she was about to become, but it was going to be big someday. We debated who was the better musicians, The Andrew Sisters (Bette liked them) versus the Boswell Sisters (my favorite girl group), at every corner Bette complaining about how high the curbs were in Chicago. |
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