July 3th 1983 the world of Feathers was to change with the arrival of the FEATHERETTE’S. Feathers, at the time, was known for its Italian gym body boys and its exclusive performers-drag performers. The old manager insisted that if you perform at Feathers you were not to perform at any other club in the state of New Jersey. They were paid handsomely for their promise and talent. This rule went for the DJ’s and employees as well. As a waiter, bartender, security, coat check or door person you had to go out to FEATHERS ONLY. The manager would ask you where you were if he didn’t see you at the club on your nights off. If you said anything positive about another club or knocked Feathers you were searching for a job and banned from Feathers. We made GREAT money back then, but sold our freedom to make it.
I worked stamping hands back then. I would sit on my bar stool and stamp everyone’s hands. I got the nick-name “La Countessa” because I looked so regal stamping hands. I got paid $35.00 a night and free drinks. More importantly, I was a FEATHERS employee! Back then Feather was the place to work. If you worked at Feathers you were a STAR! Anywhere you went people knew your name.
The Drag Queen for the 3rd of July canceled out at the last minute- she never returned to Feathers. The manager was in a bind and couldn’t get an act for that night. He sat at the front door with me and waited for the first local talent to walk in- it was Rodger. Rodger was a Carol Burnett drag performer. Carol had retired so Rodger was not exactly in high demand.
The managers idea was to do a patriotic show featuring the Andrew Sisters…The manager made it his job to find the PERFECT trio. Rodger was the professional, and Kenny Alton was tapped to be the pretty one. I was tapped to be the third. I didn’t have talent, or look pretty, but I was a body. I was so worried about my reputation, but as Rodger reminded me, “You don’t have a reputation. No one knows who you are.” Kenny Alton had a reputation, but as he reminded me, “I wish I got as lucky as they think I do.”
Rodger had us at his apartment the next day rehearsing Andrew Sister songs and choreographing dance steps- steps that would never be seen. Stage fright made me totally oblivious to what was going on around me, never-mind trying to remember step two, right kick… I never performed on a stage, never-mind in drag. I was told to look into the spot light and let it blind you this way by the time the light blindness faded your number would be finished. I took a deep breath, pulled back the curtains and ….I couldn’t find the spot light. The place was so packed, people were sitting on others shoulders! I was panicked! What was I to do now? The music started and I stared at my two new friends and realized I couldn’t let them down. The act came to life! The three misfits fit! We blew the audience away! They were screaming for more! We didn’t have more.
Rodger had the DJ play another Andrew Sisters song and told us to just move out lips and kick our feet. It seems an audience can’t watch your feet and your lips at the same time, so if you think you are going to forget the words make a sudden move with your feet and it will distract them from looking at your lips. It didn’t work for me- I looked like a crazy soccer player kicking all over the dance floor. It didn’t matter what we did the crowd loved us.
With our success came the end of professional drag. Popping water balloons and pulling off wigs took the place of professional illusionist. We gave them permission to interrupt our act, while the professionals were shocked and upset when the customers did the same to them. Feathers lost its reputation for exclusive performers and gained one as campy performers. Everyone and their brother wanted to put on a dress and we let them. The three of us had our own agenda’s and it didn’t include drag shows. While the professionals looked down their noses at us, we laughed and didn’t really care. The shows gave me a reputation and a following. I became the funny one and became popular from it. I was invited to Fire Island on week-ends, night club hopping during the week nights, and was promoted to bartender. I was the “rags to riches” story.
Unfortunately, every story has an ending and mine came when I started dating someone who wanted me to give up shows. I realized then that my fame was temporary and not real. I was a bar star, not a shining star. Every July 3th, for thirty years now I relive those memories in my head and every July 4th the reality of the present finds me.
Today, the club continues to draw crowds and is the place to be seen. Italian muscle guys are far and few in between, drag shows have taken on a new life of their own! The memories I hold are only shadows of a past that no one seems to be looking to find. So many came after, but we were first. Without there would never have been a Big Blanche, a Doreen, a Heather Fontaine, a Scott Cooper, an Angel Sheridan and the list continues. ( Sam and I continued shows after Rodger and Kenny Alton were fired. John/ Heather loved dressing up like the "Church lady" and announce our shows and then started to do guest spots. Big Blanche came into Feathers shows when Sam was retiring and I was auditioning replacements...Scott Cooper was a contestant in a Marilyn Monroe look-alike contest...Scott brought in Angel and so on and so on...Tony Mona was our "Vicki Lawrence". He would do a number while us, the STARS, changed outfits...lol) The stage belongs to the future and I LOVE watching it progress, but once a year I like to look back at it's past.

I am posting a picture of me and Kenny Alton…It was the night that a new group of FEATHERETTE’S were taking over the stage we created …I remember him turning to me and saying, “Same songs, different lips.” Ain’t that the truth.