I have written previously that I think that the Sesame Street character Oscar the Grouch was actually based on myself. I had a fancy modest little apartment right on the border of Harlem and an expensive part of town and one night the landlady shot me out of the apartment with a few articles to sit outside in the dark on the pavement. Naturally, I was horribly attacked and told to stay in a garbage can . hence Oscar the grouch. I thought I had been a very chic Madonna. Never mind.
Suffice it to say, having been grossly debased and sent home in utter disgrace I have not thought of something until a couple of days ago. We are talking forty years later, it was painful and the effects so long reaching.
The question that comes to mind is this. Like Madonna, who was at the time a model and muse, I had been immersed in the concept of design and beauty. Patita patata, this translates into... I had collected a hugely expensive art collection. Despite Madonna being rather racey for the times, the art itself had many conservative pieces, actually timeless ones. Now, I received no money for it, no recognition of it, nor do I know what happened to it. All I know is that I returned to Montreal penniless and naked. SO, what happened to the art. are there receipts in my name for it. the art was distinguished so surely they must have asked for a character recommendation or the recommendation of a bank or something to that effect. I would like to know where are the receipts and what happened to the art? I really could use the money I spent on it. I certainly did not in any way give it away (refer to Oscar int he garbage can).
I might add that the art collection including my furniture was sufficiently expensive to account for the motivation of some pretty important people to be delegating me, for life, into a system of halfway houses and women shelters. That kind of bread can account for the longevity of vicious and articulate character defamation. I also might add there has not been a word that I heard about the art collection. Hmm.
Let me add some more facts as I recall them. At the time I was a stage performer and a muse. Being not quite willing, I was wearing scanty clothing in formal places, We're talking scandal suits which are long evening dresses that have cut out parts on the abdomen or the sides. Or deep decollté front and back. At the same time, I was doing escort service and writing music while accompanying gentleman on one kind of mission: the cleanup after a recent and successful genocide. Imagine if you will. Now I was not sensitized at all to handle the horror and extreme emotions of the populations we visited at that time. TO write my feelings musically for the popular audience was cruising for a bruising to say the least. Hence the notorious rep of Madonna.
Let's put the scenario into perspective
That's one thing. At the same time, I was being immersed in the concept of beauty, and I was expected to maintain an elegant apartment with a fairly distinguished art collection. At the time, the going rage, the highest of high in New York City was Andy Warhol. He was supposed to be the highest form of art. And I was strictly forbidden to hang his work on my wall because he was making beautiful people ugly, often. I was told to go for classical work. And I could not just buy it. I had to go through a rigorous screening of my character. Hence, there must be some pretty detailed documentation about myself and the art I collected. That's one thing. Where is it? I paid a huge amount of the money I had for it. Certainly, again, the very fact that I forgot about all these years is very intriguing. But then considering what I was going through as an escort for people cleaning up after genocide and writing my fresh and horrified thoughts for the general musical population, the scandalous reputation Madonna had, is perfectly understandable. I can't see what else could happen except what did. already severely beaten I would be beaten beyond recognition. So, I come back to the same question. What happened to the art, the character assessments, and mainly to me, the bread?
A LIttle about the Look of the Woman and Muse at the time
If you want to get a kind of feel of how I looked at the time, I think the most authentic representation of how I lived and looked in New York City at that time (before the big money came in) would be Susan in the Roseanna Arquette and Madonna original version of the movie Desperately Seeking Susan. Susan would be doing time as an escort and muse for people working on cleanup after genocide. Hence her position and writing.
If you would like to have an idea how I looked when I was transported into higher court life and more important ambassadorial occasions, there is a Madonna film in which she is in Italy in a gondola wearing a blue scandal dress. And there is a lion prowling around. I don't know the name of the video.
