DREAMLAND FANS
The latest fan is
Heather Jones
The whole gang:
Aili Alechnowicz
Alana Miller
Babs Johnson
Billy Franklinstine
Blondie Nation
Brooke Garr
Chakatreatment
Chie Kato
Chris Hilbert
Chris Wilembrecht
Curt Marcucci
Daniel Diamond
David Robert Crews
David Gouny
David Heulun Jones
David McNeil
David Robert Crews
Davide Scovazzo
Della Deluxe!
Devileen
Duncan Craig
Erik Weber
Eugene Schroeder
Eve Severe
Gretchen and Kevin
Grizelda
Guy Mazzaglia
Heather Jones
Hex and Dze
Hioni
Jackie Divine
Jacopo Coccia
Jim Hollenbaugh
Joanna Satana
Jeff Smith
Jerry Kochendoerfer
Jimmy Pio
Josh West
Julie Taylor
Kaleb Bronson
Karie Sprockethole
Kevin Johnson
LULU
Lurleen
Lynda L. Hinkle
Marko Sosic
Massimiliano d'Italia
Maxwell Drake
Michael Simmons
Mink Dagger
Mister OohLaLa
Orchidbau
Polyester
Polly [Esther] Styrene
Poshgrrrl
Rinaldo
Robert Geise
Sebastian
Shaboobie Boobarella
Simply Divine
Sky Rockford
Tom Korzeniowski
Trevor Robinson
Uvula Dangles
Vanamal Lucifer
Yakov Levi
Yong Kim
Zero Renton Prefect
How do I become
a Dreamland Fan?
1983 Melbourne, Australia. I was 7. My family loved John Waters and we
owned a copy of Polyester. I had an Odorama card - I still recall some
of the foul scents wafting from it. I wasn't really allowed to watch it,
but lay under the couch. I could see everything from there including Desperate
Living and Pink Flamingos. I knew them well by the age of 8! My mother
called me 'Taffy' when I was a brat, and when I was lazy, I was called
Queen Carlotta.
It's funny now, but it used to infuriate me. When Divine died in 1988,
it was terribly sad (like the murder of Marvin Gaye a few years earlier).
In 1990, I saw Cry Baby at the movies and fell in love with every thing,
person and song in that film. When I graduated from high school in 1993,
I played 'High School Hellcats' over the PA system.
I then proceeded to perform warped and humorous dance routines for my
father's 'Country and Eastern' band and began my dalliance with absurd
choreography (including tap dancing to Jimi Hendrix and cabaret routines
to 'The Roach'). I also became obsessed with 1960's dance and the film
Hairspray backed up this love. I still have to get up and do the Madison
Time whenever I see it! I also read Shock Value and Crackpot and came
to adore the mental mechanics of Mr. Waters even more. His aesthetic of
what makes an actor interesting matches my own, and it's very magnificent
to watch characters who are actually characters - not just cardboard cutouts
with a straightening iron and an eating disorder. The cast of A Dirty
Shame are my type of people - and I find that film a zillion times sexier
than some Brad Pitt lunk. The world would be black and white without our
hero, John. Or maybe just grey.
I moved to Vancouver in 2004 and continued my dancing career as a woman
of Burlesque. I am able to express my love of kitsch, sequined costumes,
GoGo dances and general theatrical dementia through this medium. In this
time, I have had the pleasure of meeting two of my icons - Eartha Kitt
and Burt Bacharach. More than anyone else in this starry universe, The
Pope of Trash is the next feather I wish to put in my cap, and then I
shall be in utter (or udder) heaven. I love you, John! And I wish the
Pope many more years of madness and creative hi jinks. Where would we
be without him? That remains to be scene..