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My Name Now: Brad Decker-Hubacher (not officially..)
Nickname: The Bastler (coming to a theater near you)
Location: Basel, Switzerland
Marital Status: married
Children: no, just us
Have you or would you let your kids see Rocky: my wife has seen pictures, so she really has no idea
What I'm doing these days: I was a modern dancer in San Diego (Isaacs, McCaleb & Dancers) for a few years, now I'm a techie, I do theater lighting, mostly for dance (go figure). I have accumulated a sizable but dysfunctional electronics lab over the years, with which I plan to build a master race of giant robots and take over the world. Or invent a really cool can opener or something. Electronics hobbyist is a dying art - another couple of decades and nanotech will leave the whole thing deliciously obsolete. Looking into nanotech... lots of hard science to learn from the ground up: phzsics, chemistry, quantum mechanics; I don't know if I have the heart to delve into yet another entirely new field...
People from Rocky I've kept in touch with: Nope, not from the Rocky crowd. Sorry... y'all can feel free to accept my appology.
Why I first went to Rocky: It was all because of R.J. Adams, who later was to discover a new species of louse and name it after my brother. I had no idea. Suddenly he's sitting next to me in lingeree, I sit tense, my shoulders covering my ears in tensity, ... my culture had not really prepared me for this moment. But it looked fun, and damn that girl was fine, and so on... A week later I was revealing my fully-functional fishnet-draped thighs from Dr. Scott's wheelchair.
Food I ordered after the show: ...ah, I was rather fond of the Winchell's apple strudel, although it always made me feel sick. And ... (lost that thought, my damn cellphone rang) I can taste the Strudel now... I remember! old-fashioned glaze. Love those things. Fuck Rudford's. Rudford's can blow me in a barn that hasn't been cleaned out. I hate that place.
I last performed: 1991 in Michael Reed's birthday cast
I last saw Rocky: in 1991
Did I buy the Rocky DVD? Hell no. Sorry, but the movie without the cast and the audience does not hold a great appeal for me.
My favorite Rocky memories: Favorite Rocky memory: All right. One night it was Halloween. Probably '87. We were going to do costume Rocky. I came as a punker Frank with a Mohawk. The rest of the cast got too damn high, or had an orgy, or were just so intensely picking their collective nose that they made a communal decision to ditch the whole show. I somehow didn't end up hearing about it... So there I am, all dressed up, and ... you know. So I stood up on the seats, made the announcement, and described the peculiarities of my situation - I need a cast! Who will come? One by one, they filtered down from the audience. We had no props, no lights, the Janet was a virgin. It was incredible. We had the best time, and put on a damn good show, and honestly, as an experience, it beat the hell out of the regular organized and coordinated chaos we called normalcy. It was incredible. They were great. I never saw any of them again, I don't know their names, even the faces are gone, except for the Janet, she was so shy and without a clue yet so willing, no one could forget.
I am reminded now for no reason of the night that guy, what was his name, friend of Anthony's I think, went off about playing with the Necronomicon and getting panicky results. This was in the Winchell's, before we got thrown out of there and started going to Rudford's which sucked. My mom only allowed me to go once every two weeks, for healthy sleeping-pattern reasons, so I snuck out through the window every Friday and Saturday, and walked a mile and someodd to the Ken. And there was that guy, he said he was a vampire, and really tried to get everyone to believe it, which was just funny as hell. And he met that girl, she was a short-term Janet, and they said they were in love and that I had introduced them. Even at the time I had no memory of such an event. Anyway, shortly thereafter they got married. I went to their wedding, and the reception in the parent's house in Clairemont. They were gifted a house in Ohio where they were to straightaway settle down and be good kids. They didn't even know each other. The whole thing seemed like this bizarre sham. I hope I'm wrong, and they really did find what they were looking for.
I feel like a grandpa recounting these stories, why that was back in '88, grandkid, and back then we thought cellphones were silly... I wish I could have made it to the reunion.
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