#bruz fletcher

[dragonheadskilax]

I've updated the Text file that's within the download section of the Bruz Fletcher listing on Archive! I can't believe I missed two songs to the tracklist. The file just has all the lyrics and notes such as years and definitions.

[regicidal-optimism]

The Great American Novel - a fic by @astronomeridian for @mcytblraufest

1 / skull of a skeleton with burning cigarette - vincent van gogh / come when I call you - the klezmatics / signs you're about to be in a gay subplot in a period drama - the toast / the history of sodomy laws in the united states - george painter / greater horrors - anthony discenza / beer in sunbeam - vincent giarrano / two-minute personality test - jonathan safran foer

2 / a postmark betrayed this hq - abram games / bruz fletcher livened up the 1930s - stuart timmons / drunk with love - bruz fletcher / two-minute personality test - jonathan safran foer / how to tell if you are in an oscar wilde play - the toast / dark room keep door closed / come when I call you - the klezmatics

3 / tolga oral / the synonym of companion / the next war - wilfred owen / come when I call you - the klezmatics / night fireworks no. 94 - jinta hirayama / is there anything up the spout? - abram games / two-minute personality test - jonathan safran foer / but you can't let it / how to tell if you are in an e. m. forster novel - the toast / letter from j. robert oppenheimer to leslie groves, on the name chosen for the location of the trinity test

4 / radek pestka / conscientious objector - edna st. vincent millay / tuomo design / how to tell if you are in an oscar wilde play - the toast / come when I call you - the klezmatics / joshua dixon / est1987co / two-minute personality test - jonathan safran foer / careless talk brings tragedy in wartime - l. b. jameson

5 / attachement iv - anne-christine roda / signs you're about to be in a gay subplot in a period drama - the toast / bruz fletcher livened up the 1930s - stuart timmons / drunk with love - bruz fletcher / map of the trinity test site / the frozen moon - i. m. panayotopoulos, trans. kimon friar / back view of a seated nude youth facing left - annibale caracci / salted galaxy / the history of sodomy laws in the united states - george painter / come when I call you - the klezmatics / two-minute personality test - jonathan safran foer

6 / remington brand no. 2 - james neil / two-minute personality test - jonathan safran foer / judgement - the hayworth tarot - jessica hayworth / come when I call you - the klezmatics / solar eclipse / how to tell if you are in an e. m. forster novel - the toast / bruz fletcher livened up the 1930s - stuart timmons

[mirandamckenni1]

Finding A Trans Voice Do I sound trans? 🏳️‍⚧️ https://ift.tt/5d24NT9 "more here than there" interpolates a line from Bruz Fletcher's song "Drunk With Love": "Someday she'll walk out my door/I guess that's what doors are for" A special thanks to JD Doyle for providing research, resources, and recordings regarding Billy Tipton. Please check out his work over at Queer Music Heritage! https://ift.tt/z1UkOyv ____________________ The soundtrack for this video features piano recordings from my great-grandfather Bill Vuono as well as original pieces and songs of mine, with performances from Hans Bilger (bass), Alexander Dubovoy (piano), and Dexter Stanley-Tauvao (drums). It also features covers of "The Best Things In Life Are Free" (DeSylva/Brown/Henderson) and "Ramona" (Gilbert/Wayne) as well as Billy Tipton's version of "The Man I Love" (George/Ira Gershwin) ____________________ Voice training resources that were most helpful for me as a binary trans woman: @ZoeyAlexandria's "Whispering Siren" exercise: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F6Noi2qERus The entire @TransVoiceLessons channel, but specifically these two videos: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BfCS01MkbIY https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BW8X2nXexQs But, as I highlight in this video, one of the most helpful things for me was listening to a lot of voices I admired while watching this frequency tracker so I could learn about the "melody" of feminine- and masculine-perceived voices: https://ift.tt/jOiXd4q ____________________ 00:00:00 Trans Voices 00:07:27 Gay Bears 00:15:44 Passing 00:24:02 Candy 00:28:21 Self Hatred 00:41:41 Deutsch 00:44:17 What's Underneath 00:53:16 TikTok 01:01:20 A Way Out 01:05:08 More Here Than There via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1aDGhTGzZGU

[louisebrookssociety]

A bit about silent film star Louise Brooks and singer Bruz Fletcher https://louisebrookssociety.blogspot.com/2024/01/louise-brooks-and-bruz-fletcher.html

[hyaenagallery]

Bruz Fletcher part 2 An out and bold pioneer, Fletcher and his partner Casey Roberts lived together openly, hosting salons and publicly collaborated on numerous artistic endeavors ranging from the theatrical, to literary, to the decorative and fine arts. The two kept no secrets about living together over the years. Their domestic arrangements were written often about in newspapers and magazines as were their many artistic collaborations. Few such open, prominent and well documented gay couples existed in that era.     His career ran from about 1929 to 1940. In 1941, Fletcher asphyxiated himself in a running car in friend's garage, at age 34. It was generally reported that he was despondent over his inability to find work as a gay performer. His artistic legacy consists of a handful of theatrical works, two novels and a short story all of which are contain autobiographic details which provide colorful and candid glimpses into his life. His work was full of dark contrasts, populated by society dowagers, misfits, celebrities, addicts, servants, lovers, and eccentrics who represented a wide variety sexualities and mores. Bruz was also an early feminist of sorts, creating a myriad of bold, powerful, smart, independent, female characters who were often sexual outsiders such as single mothers and prostitutes. These women resonated deeply with gay folks who related to a variety of aspects of their motives, actions and circumstances living outside what anthropoligist Gayle Rubin has called "The Charmed Circle." His 1929 "Casting Room Rose" is an early telling of Hollywood's notorious practices. He also recorded three albums of clever and bawdy songs which still endure among genre fans. One of his more risqué recordings was called "My Doctor" (1935). His signature song "Drunk with Love" was daringly adopted by Frances Faye and became a standard in gay bars for decades to follow. #destroytheday https://www.instagram.com/p/BvO_4QJhNVJ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=8bcuglpjqlvi

[dragonheadskilax]

I gotten an email from a collector of Bruz Fletcher records and that made my day 🥺 since I had to remove all my newer posts on YT cuz a certain archivist doesn’t want the CD to be listened to by the public but people still go to me to ask about whatever’s still posted ❤️ I’ll have to update my older video’s descriptions since there’s no longer any newer videos to link to. Since I’m still too afraid to post songs again on YT (I gotten manually striked multiple occasions) but hopefully we can work to have those songs back online at least on Archive since there’s already a few records on there.

[dragonheadskilax]

YT link, and lyrics:

(spoken) Hello? Medical Arts? Medical Arts, Is this The Medical Arts? Would you connect me with the operating room please? Mhmm… Ve salon dejou dexoi No darling, that’s not french. That’s just an old understood tongue that’s came fluttering and hustling down through the ages, like the rats from a victorian coiffure— Oh operating room? I wonder if you could inconvenience yourself and peek about under those sheets. And see if you could find and old dismantled T-Model body. Mhmm… I believe she’s having an appendectomy put on her first addition. Oh how grand you found her! She’s what? She’s- She’s under ether? She’s lying under Ether? Well ask him to get up for a moment and let her come to the phone! That girl was ever the one to think only of her own pleasure. And me with six nut round fruit filled loaves scorching in my dutch her foulest cooking— Hello, operating room? Well don’t be antiseptic about it. All I know about sterilization is what I need for the bare essentials of New York living in this germ filled metropolis. All I know is what my doctor told me. ...My doctor, that masterful medical miracle man. Mmmmm… (singing) My doctor, he's got the biggest— Prrrrrrrractice in town. My doctor, he'll pick you up the minute you're down. Rich and poor, black and white, ring his bell all the day and night. Some folks faint at just the sight of My doctor. My doctor, his operation's really a joy. My doctor, with all his instruments you can toy. He's so big hearted it's been known to pass he'll say, "the treat's on me," and give you gas. And then you'll get a piece of ad-vice from my doctor. Why he's so sanitary that this place is like a dairy where the milk of human kindness ever-flows. His business keeps on growing and he makes a splendid showing of his assets which the whole town knows. Once upon his table never yet has one been able to say "no" to any treatment he'll suggest, His smile is so contagious and his fee is so outrageous that the size of it assure assures you of the best He'll stick you with a needle, just like that oh, very quick; which the weakly call the very neatest trick. The size of his prescription quite belies human description. He's just as well for well as well for sick. And he's myyyyyy doctor, diplomas hang all over his wall. My doctor, his work is just as broad as it is tall. The Mayo Brothers one time sent a spy to see his instrument the spy said "my!" she's looking yet at my doctor. My doctor, his understanding really is huge tree-mendous. My doctor, he keeps his nurse as merely a stooge. His work is more first than last rate. The ladies take it at a fast rate; and every man would like to cast ass-pursions on my doctor.

✍︎︎ Notes: “Mayo Bros” refers to The Mayo Clinic run by a father and his two sons, William and Charles Mayo. In 1889 they opened a hospital in Minnesota.

[dragonheadskilax]

YT link, and lyrics:

(spoken) A little geographical ballad dedicated to our neighbors in the Pacific (singing) Travelers, travelers Do a favor for me On the beach of Waikiki By the blue Hawaiian sea Buy me, buy me Somet hing simple and sweet Something I will always love. Something I’ve been dreaming of Bring me a lei from Hawai’ia I’ve wanted a lei for so long I can’t get one here, They’re entirely too dear But Hawaiians give leis for a song Loodah laydooo~ Don’t bring me a short lei, or one that’s too port lei Thin leis I don’t like at all While you’re gone I will yearn But when you return I’ll be expecting a lei when you call (spoken) Leis ladies and gentlemen, Ten cents a lei Give your girl a lei mister, I’ll bet she’d love one Ten little pennies for one beautiful lei Take one home to mother. She’s not had one in a long time If she doesn’t know what to do with it, She can always put it around her neck Leis ladies and gentlemen Leis for sale Try this one over on your piano Some leis look lovely on a piano And some look better on a couch And I’ve known a couple of peculiar people who like leis on the floor And even a lei farmer fashion in the hay Hey hey Aah the whole world loves a lei It’s not a cultivated taste like olives, it’s natural Why I’ve known some girls to get hysterical over the mere sight of a good lei And even an old stale lei has a bit of reminiscent charm Leis ladies and gentlemen Ten cents a lei * inhales * (singing) Bring me a lei from Hawai’ia I’ve wanted a lei for so long I can’t get one here, They’re entirely too dear, But Hawaiians give leis for a song (spoken) quack quack quack quack (singing) I will like one more classy than poor Mrs . . . Sassy . . . But I’m really not choosy at all While you’re gone I will yearn But when you return I’ll be expecting that lei when you call

[dragonheadskilax]

YT link, and lyrics:

"Just be gay! And don't regret", was what you said to do, "Tell your friends you're through with me Start your life anew. Close the door, too" Memory. Pretend it never was There must be things to take your place But somehow, nothing does Each thing I do Each thing I say Each star of night Each cloud of day Each thought I have Is in a way Reminiscent of you Places I go People I meet Walking all day on world-weary feet Seem to recall everything sweet Reminiscent of you The song that we once danced to Now it makes me cry Just because I chance to hear it as we said goodbye (spoken) There's a dress that you had that you gave to the maid and it's funny, but I'm ashamed to tell her not to wear it And the phone calls, "come over, both of you" I don't go over and explain I can't bear it When I’m working sometimes, I wonder what's wrong Why I really don't care what goes on And then suddenly, sickeningly I realize that- you're not coming back. You're gone. Cigarette cases. Handkerchiefs. Little things that you gave me. I won't throw them out, and I don't want them near Loneliness, Emptiness, Nothingness. God, I wish you were here And yet if you come back it couldn't be the same, could it We'd pretend and we'd try but we know Something was dead, haunting us by repeating that you gone Cuz you want it to go Somebody new, took u-u-us apart Took a-a-all the love, I had to start Leaving to me one bro-o-oken heart Reminiscent of you

[dragonheadskilax]

YT link, and lyrics:

Little Peter Lillie Daisy had the doctors in a whirl, for physically it certainly could vex. They simply could not tell if it were boy or girl, for the minute they'd decide, it would quickly change its sex. This unusual ability it plied with great agility. In the space of just one second it would switch. And because it loooved to do it and did when no one knew it they called it neither 'he' nor 'she,' but much more simply 'which.' Its schooling was a bit co-educational After leaving Smith, it hustled to West Point. It got honor marks in classes, in both places with both masses and in the latter institution, it nearly wrecked the joint. Then its father took it well in hand. "My child," he said, "you now must understand. More of this I'll not allow. Are you bull or are you cow? Either in or out you go! It's a royal command." Poor little Peter Lillie Daisy. What a hell of a problem it had. It requires an awful bender to decide a loss of gender. “I'll be back inside a year," it told its Dad. So it packed a bag with soirée frocks, and some tailored things from Brooks. Lace and frills and sewing, fishing poles and hooks. And off it went on a quick world cruise, the only thing to do. Searching for the answer of the best sex to a-woo. When it got to France, it appeared in pants, but the French were bored with sights like that and fled. So it wandered on to the Parthenon but to save its life in Greece it changed in bed. In the Malay states, no one hesitates. Its much too hot, it couldn't get a-fall. So to India and there the fakers tore their hair. What's a rope trick to an it that pleases all? On the boats at night, life was very bright, first a captain then a widow at its door. But they all showed such starvation for the things it could ration that they left it less decided than before. Oh, the problem grew and the months were few. To itself it almost thought it might be wed. But there's something most un-thrilling if one's mate is always willing, and besides that left no place to put its little head. Then they docked one day in San Pedro Bay And to Hollywood it went to look about. Now the finish to poor it is most apparent. It was something Hollywood found most inherent. It was taken up like mad. Wrote a letter to its dad, saying nuts to you and your decisions I'm okay here in both divisions  And its lived there very happy ever after.

✍︎︎ Notes: As this is the second version of the record, there are changes to the ending lyrics since Bruz had moved from New York to California by this time; “San Pedro” from Hudson River and “Hollywood” is New York.

[dragonheadskilax]

YT link, and lyrics:

You don't have to worry about breaking my heart My money's all in trust, ain't that a pity? All you've gotta worry 'bout is doin' your part Get it up, get it up, Kitty. Your faking, your taking is breaking me down so stop being wily and witty I believe the time has come for you to quit acting dumb. Get it up, get it up, Kitty. While I've been paying, you've been playing me - like a cat plays a mouse, but now I'm fed up, you've made your bed up and in it this minute my luscious little louse! You've held up my end with your old tired tale of being all alone in this big city but your mattress, I observe, has a double company curve, so get it up, get it up, Kitty. You've been Platonic with me, said you felt like my sister, ah gee, I've relatives galore what I'm looking for is a - more or less undressed company. Stop saying, "we'll spoil our friendship" I'll be the captain and tend ship. You can be the crew if you polish off the screw Madam, let's go to sea. You must think that I'm Rome and you're Nero to keep fiddling while I'm burning, but tonight I don't go home a zero To give a twist a twist, you're the worm that's turning. You're not a lass with a lack of saying you're flat on your back, but very truly I won't believe you til you lie which is why you're being laid out by me. It's dividend time on the old diva and I'm going to clip the joint pretty, so rustle off your bustle and hustle to the tussle. Get it up and build it up, get it up and keep it up get it up, get it up, Kitty.

[dragonheadskilax]

YT link, and lyrics:

(spoken) The story of a young girl who had everything it takes And took everything there was to be had It was really incredible the way she got around the largest obstacles While in Palm Beach she was swept from the breakers right into Bradley’s where she laid on the green among a thousand other chippies But let me recede and describe her with more inversion. (singing) She’s a nympho, dipso, ego maniac A bundle of good clean fun. (spoken) Unsquelchable, insatiable, pushover Amy. And her one real brainy acquisition is a second rate physicist who can keep her in condition A gentlemen more fully explained on the other or reverse side of this high class, middle priced, low tone, magnificently prepared, musically impregnated bit of old the flat the black wax. She’s a complex, reflex, multi-sex-sation. When your’re done, she’s only begun. She's not im- she's just un-moral And she hates a lei that's floral. Who doesn't? Those stinking weeds. She’ll never give up, give out, or give in. She’s the Cinderella, of sin, now~ The preacher said he'd teach her, but she taught him for a feature Of a rainy Sunday afternoon in May And she got him so excited that that evening he delighted With a sermon on Gomorra, very gay. Then a female delegation from a little congregation Thought they'd call her up to call her down, and so She met them with a bevy of some sailors from the levy And the sailors laid the ladies very low And did they love it. She was never repetitious with her mannerisms vicious Every day some new delicious thing she'd try. Rare and novel moves exotic She'd design with joy neurotic There was not a vice too low or price to high. She was good for all divorces, Served her sex in seven courses. Used her whips on everything but horses' wristsss. Though her family stock was Quakery, and she'd never seen a bakery She was one young girl who really knew her twistsss. Just a nympho dipso, ego maniac Nobody’s sister, nobody’s mother~ Just a woman who gets into an elevator with six dogs Three males and three spitzes Yipping, yapping, yelling, sniffing, sneezing and snuffing out your- Well if the operator ever turned around he’d lose control He would get confused. Drop his car. Crash. Bang. Basement. All out. Nobody’s sister, Nobody’s mother~ Just an old escalator flirt carrying an umbrella in defiance of the public post printed rules Riding up and walking down all day. Mystifying even Doctor Alice and Doctor Froy Third floor of men’s wear, firearms, six shooters, garden hose, ca-a-ans of every description Nobody’s sister, Nobody’s mother~ Just Irene the bird-girl Twelve toes on either foot Feathers in place of hair Just a gal about town~!

✍︎︎ Notes: “A gentlemen more fully explained on the other or reverse side of this” refers to the other side of the record with the song ‘My Doctor’.

[dragonheadskilax]

Recently the full album video and the song Drunk With Love had been remove from youtube via a takedown claim but despite the annoyance the songs can still be found here and on Archive.org. I recently updated the listing to include a text file for all the lyrics and notes.

https://archive.org/details/bruz-fletcher-cd

[dragonheadskilax]

‘Who is Bruz Fletcher?’ A composer, singer, and master of gay code and double speak who performed under the 1930’s night life. YT link & lyrics;

I've lost all my friends, lost all my pride I've lost all my money, it's true. I've given up everything, really I've tried to do just the best that I knew. I'd never have thought that this could happen to me but it has and I'm here for the whole world to see.

I'm drunk, drunk with love. My body aches

Just one shot, that's all that it takes to make me cry and tell you why I'm drunk, dead drunk with love.

Rotten liquor, mostly gin every club I stumble in round and round because I've found she likes me drunk with love

Every morning I swear that I am going to try something new Then I feel her lips, her hands, her hips and I don't care what I do.

Someday, she'll walk out my door. I guess that's what doors are for; and when I slam it, she'll say, "God, damn it! he's just drunk with love."

Notes: ‘She’ really means ‘he’

[dragonheadskilax]

YT link, and lyrics:

A story of the interesting little people whom we meet in the newsreel theaters of the world. (singing) I meet the furious, curious, penurious people of the day and in their funny way ha ha I find them very gay. I learn the history, mystery, blistery tales of love and hate, of the very small and the very great - wait! (speaking) Flood Time in the South Once again the mighty Mississippi overflows her banks and runs thru the once arid city of Flukesville, Alabama. We hear of the disaster from one of the survivors Miss Lucy Debussey. Miss Debussey: "I was giving a music lesson in the home of a Mrs. Wesson when the flood began the family ran but I was true to my Chopin. The people left and took to boats while I was playing my silvery notes and then the piano floated away and I was left without no pay. I held my music in my mouth and swam upstream away from that South. I met my folks in Cincinnati, but they turned their backs because I looked so ratty, that's my family for you.” A Famous Hollywood Masseuse Gives Business Hints This brave tailored little woman reveals all, "I started in a salad shop and beat my way right to the top but I found more money in Miss Garbo's legs than I did in whipping up four dozen of eggs. They stood up for me in that Western town cause I whapped so hard they could not sit down. If you want to make money, my advice to you is to save your paddle and sell your canoe. After working for forty years, Mrs. Daisy Wiggle has finally completed a doll house made completely from human hair. This tiny elfin little dwelling contains one hair from every nation and notable in the world. Mrs. Wiggle: "Pulling hairs is lots of fun, you really ought to try it. * strained chuckle * From kings and queens and everyone I've snitched hairs on the quiet. They never miss a strand or so don't even know they're gone and if they turn around you know, I merely scamper on. I've lovely hairs from horses' tails from apes and marmosets I've elephant hairs as tough as nails and lots of graaand egrets, uh-huh! of course I never did believe a bit of this work could make me rich, you silly, but I'll take it apart some day and weave myself a beauuutiful switch, ah ha ha ha. The citizens of Umlaut, Arizona were amazed today to find Mrs. Gazpo, a resident fortunately not from the town proper, walking in the streets completely nude. Mrs. Gazpo claimed that she'd been attacked by a swarm of locusts and refused to be ashamed of her lack of clothing. Mrs. Gazpo: "I was riding leisure like to town when a swarm of locusts settled down on me and Maybrie, that's my horse, and they bit and chawed with all their force. They ate poor Maybie cleeean away. Ate meh clothes and my hair turned gray Now here I am like I was born, and them rascals yellin’, ‘September Mourn’ It ain't September, them sassy little brats ought to give me their coats and a tip up their hats. I’m a church goin’ woman and I ain’t worried I’m gonna buy a new horse and I won’t be hurried. I may get a dress if my money holds out. Boys, look at me and learn what it's about." 

✍︎︎ Notes: “September Morn” is a painting from Paul Chabas from 1912, famous for its indecency scandal in the US, it became popular for many years. “Miss Garbo” refers to Greta Garbo, a bisexual actress. The Hollywood Masseuse character is a butch woman, noted with how Bruz had to deepen his voice to play as the character.

[dragonheadskilax]

YT link, and lyrics:

When the seasons change my heart grows cold I watch the leaves turn into gold and sigh because the summer time is through Then winter comes and crackling fire brings cheer of which I never tire and snowy blankets make the world seem new Summer, winter, falllll I adore them alllll but in April or in May a day is born that makes me say I want to sing because it's spring In Manhattan I'm glad to be alive there's a little treat just across the street from me I want to shout, the leaves are out and soon a bluebird will arrive The winter's gone the spring is on In Manhattan High above my head the sky is blueee There's sunshine in the air Throw away your coat and care It's spring, Manhattan sings For youuuu I want to sing because it's spring In Manhattan I'm so very glad to be alive There's a little treat just across the street from me I want to shout, the leaves are out and soon a bluebird would arrive The winter's gone the spring is on In Manhattan way high above my head the sky is blue There's sunshine in the air Throw away your coat and your care Cuz it's spring Manhattan sings for youuuu