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Coffee House Confessions (Marlon D. Bourque-Lafayette, LA)


From rural small town setting in much need of greater opportunity,
transitioned toward the promise of change ,the urban metropolis of the Bayou City.

Embarrassingly reserved, shyly awkward, unable to venture outside the social comfort zone,
yet secretly yearning to express hidden creative energies, though  painfully alone.

As an effort to gain more awareness of the “ gay “sub-cultured social community insight,
accepted an invitation from an acquaintance to a holiday soiree in the Heights.

Entertainment were a diverse group of sixteen men, the Montrose Singers,
whose 1988  arrangements were holiday favorites, Broadway tunes, minstrels, a few impromptu zingers.

Variety of  venues were; Briar Patch, Ovations, bar socials, Omega House Songfest to name a few,
also interacted during Pride 1989 Team Houston rally- “ Vancouver Gay Games III or Bust  “ venue.

Experienced barbershop sounds of Romanovsky & Phillips, The Fabulous Flirtations , that season,
which satirically illuminated the homosexual experience, for morale lift and political reason.

March on Austin for Equality , Washington D.C. Names Project Quilt for political empowering issues,
because Reagonomics indifference on epidemic destroying our gay and lesbian community ensued.

Gay Games III - Vancouver 1990 Cultural Festival Chorale, pivotal in unifying fractured wounded souls,
an important rallying cry enlightening the equal rights cause from Canadian brothers, sisters in the know.

Important acknowledgement of quality “ out “ role models helped to unify gay  and lesbian awareness,
as an increasing stigma of negative propaganda  from opposing right-wing forces spewed hatefulness.

Lean years of dwindling numbers in mid-1990’s were held together by a core group of devoted members,
fortunately a varied troupe of interim talented Artistic Leaders were able to squelch discontented tempers.

Recorded “ To Friends and to Life “ - Songs of the Seasons  1994 for Fifteenth Anniversary memories,
encompassing newly commissioned Season for Lovers, Dennis Dunwoody,  some remembrance melodies.

Echoes of wisdom ring out through the 8  years, “ Form is quality “, “ Never more louder than lovely” ,
“Music is our window to their souls”, “ Perfection is an art form “, “ Stir emotions, make music lively “.

Outgoing directors of the current millenium ushered in a great push for greater musical adaptability,
however these past two seasons  reflected increased zeal at yearning to raise the” musical bar” in quality.

From Bering,1898 Grand Opera House, Hobby Center-Zilka Hall to Wortham-Cullen Theatre, experience,
GMCH heals adversity with “Songs of the Classics”, “Oliver Button Is A Sissy” , “Life of Cole Porter”

Window of promise transformed this fledgling naivitae toward the healing power of acceptance in music,
this Platinum Lady’s 25th anniversary forecasts greater expectation challenging all to “Farther Sail” . 

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