suzy evans: murdered
Those whose lives are so empty and loveless that they've visited this site for over two years may remember The Suzy Evans Story, a shoestring-budget film I shot in Manhattan with professional Jerk/Cunt DebraJean Schwartz.
The climactic fifteen-minute murder scene, captured in a classy still on the left, was entirely improvised. After taking five minutes to kill her (during which she actually lost consciousness), I sat there and smoked a cigarette, soliloquizing for ten minutes. When it was over, the cold hamburger of a director was CRYING. He looked at me and said one word: "POWER." DebraJean was subsquently rushed to the hospital and given tons of fun pain medication for the arm I bruised.
I waited for months to see rushes from the film. The director, a mousy guy named Dave Taylor ("Who's he?" you ask) promised me repeatedly that he'd at least send a copy of the murder scene. Over the phone, he went so far as to jiggle a pretend VHS tape and say, "Hear that? That's the tape. I'm sending it to you today."
He never sent it. Crestfallen that DebraJean had become engaged to some mildly famous chubby musician, he shacked up with a stalker of said musical chubster. Driven insane that the Fat Rocker had chosen DJ's vagina over hers, this woman allegedly destroyed all the Suzy Evans tapes.
At least that's how one story goes. Someone else forwarded me an e-mail where Dave Taylor claims that although my performance was stellar, he felt it would be injurious to his "career" to release the movie. Even if that's true, he refuses to let go of the tapes, assuming they exist.
I've waited two years to say this, Dave: You HAVE no career. DebraJean and I do.
Punk.
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To drive excitement over next week's release of the "Sweet Gene/Mick Jagger" prank calls up to a nearly intolerable level, I've uploaded another mp3 from the CD. And here's a pdf of "Weird Sexual Practices" I did for Exotic.
