What I Did For Love

What I Did For Love…(A CHORUS LINE)
Kiss today good-bye, the sweetness and the sorrow.
When I started writing the blog about Feathers history it was my own way of holding on to the past and not allowing anyone else to take it from me. My memories had to be the ultimate memories, my ideas had to be the ones remembered and etched in stone. I did a disservice to anyone who found hope and a home in those broken down four walls.
Look my eyes are dry; the gift was ours to borrow.
Last night I was eating breakfast at 2 AM with an old customer from my bar days. We were chatting in a way that only “tipsy” people can understand, half sentences that at the time make perfect sense, but in the morning you cannot for the life of you remember what the hell you were talking about!
He kept talking about Feathers being a second home and I kept arguing that it’s not! And he kept trying to convince me that it was and I kept trying to convince him that it wasn’t. Then the light went on, three hours after I left him and I realized I have no right to tell people what something should mean to them. If they find comfort in a bar-it’s theirs and not mine to take away.
FLASHBACK…I remember after my mom died I tried to find comfort in the church and I just couldn’t. I hated GOD and wanted everyone to hate him with me! I begged him not to take my mom, but he did. He left me alone…I went into the church and saw these people praying the rosary, young and old; I wanted to scream at them “GOD doesn’t listen to you! You are wasting your time!”
Then I looked closer and saw the calmness in their faces and the silences of their souls, I also saw the reflection of my anger and hate in the gold plated cross and thought to myself, “Who am I to take that peace away from them?” I walked out of the church with my anger and allowed them their peace.
Who am I to take the home away from people who party at a bar? I had my time at the bar and the bar was for me what it was supposed to be…a bridge to take me to the next level of my life. Imagine moving into a house and having the old owners telling you where they put their items and expecting you to do the same. That’s how I feel about memories, they’re a nice place to visit, but you shouldn’t get caught up in them.
Gone, Love is Never Gone. As we travel on- Love’s what we remember.
I may look back and remember Randy, Peter and A.J. as the best Dee- Jay’s in the world and today you have Lady Tita, John Rizzo and Steve Sidewalk . Do they take places, no. They are their own individuals allowed to lay claim to their moments in time and their moments are today!
Our show posters were block letters with dried out markers, not Scott Barrow’s masterpieces! ( I think everyone should encourage him to create a yearly Feathers Calendar! I also think Antonio Cedeno Presents should follow suit)
Back in the day the high-light of a party was a carnation boutonnière, today “Antonio Cedeno Presents” imports celebrities and the top tri-state performances and dancers. Whose memories are better? I have been avoiding Antonio because he wants to discuss the history of Feathers and I think the history in now-today. Feathers isn’t about what it was, but what it is..It’s going to have different meanings to different people. To hold on to the past is denying it a future. The future belongs to the new customers with new ideas and new images.
Kiss today good-bye and point me towards tomorrow…
I hope to see you all at the 32nd Anniversary party (June 19) so we can make new memories and twenty years from now say, “ Remember Feathers 32nd Anniversary Party..Ahhh , that’s when Feathers was hot!”

Won’t forget, can’t regret what I did for love.

PS….I went to the diner last night with an old customer last night, but left with a new friend…This is for you Rico.