Epiphany by Torchy Taboo

Sweet Epiphany. I  just came to realize as I listened to a run-down of 100 of Rock 'n Roll  riffs, that what I thought was failure was & is an amazing  experience & blessing. I always, always wanted & knew I'd  spend my life dancing. I went to college to do Art Museum work  instead...they'd convinced me I was too short and late to training to  ever be a "real" dancer and too 'boyish' to be an 'Exotic dancer'. But I took to the strip-club stage to pay for my Art degree. Robert Plant,  Joan Jett, & David Bowie convinced me I could do it. The money  was more than I'd ever imagined, so I kept going even after college.  Then hookers took over the strip clubs and I switched gears to  Burlesque. I've enjoyed 30 years of being a dancer...a 'career' no  matter how you look at it. Yet there persisted that gnawing social  stigma. Having never lived the addictive or shallow materialistic  life-styles that many associate with ecdysiasts, I still have always  felt 2nd rate for being shut out of the world of 'real' dance arts. I've trained in many genres and taught myself to choreograph...traveled,  danced on stages I'd dreamed of as a kid, won accolades & finally  seen my dream of the ultimate creative redemption, a revival of  theatrical style adult entertainment/dance spread world-wide, even to  the mainstream...being at the forefront so much as to be honored with  the labels of "Icon" & "Legend" in my field. And yet I cry in front  of the TV when I see the 'real' dancers. Until today I felt I'd always  been and would be the 'Velveteen Rabbit.' Epiphany: as I listened to those 100 Rock riffs I realized I'd been naked on stage to at least 90% of them and made a living while expressing myself creatively. I loved  dancing to surf music, glam rock & metal...and naked showed my  defiance, my angst...my fucking existential turmoil!! Led Zeppelin was  not the sound-track of my consolation prize...it's my sublime Raison  d'être! I AM A REAL GOD-DANGED RABBIT! No need to dance on broken  bloody toes to qualify. I've been lucky. Kasmir, Bad Reputation &  Tied to the Whippin' Post, I danced to what stirred and inspired me...I  chose my own music & eventually set my own stage. Perhaps in another life I was a Nijinski leaping along to Debussy, but my Orchestra has  Electric Lights and I am no less a success in this life-time...I'm a  real rabbit...I'm a fucking Rock 'n Roll stripper!! Dedicated to  Camille 2000, Jo Weldon and all the other Burlesque Icons & Legends  that rose through the clubs to the glamorous lights that flare off our crystals at Burlesque Hall of Fame & the like.
Category: Burlesque, Performaning
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  1. Eva Warren a.k.a Torchy Taboo is one hot red head. She will be performing with me in Oct at the Alabama Burlesque Festival. Ya’ll come see us now ya hear?

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