Barfly West '73: E. F. L. R.
"Well, my eye caught an ad. Ann Dee is at the Theatre de Hombre, 739 N. La Brea, Hollywood. Nobody had to tell me about Ann Dee. I had seen her before. What can one say about a woman who has been called one of the greatest performers who ever lived.
"So, I ironed my work shirt. . .sewed my blue jeans (which unfortunately were ripped in a very awkward spot)... and headed for the club. Not to say that Theatre de Hombre is not a beautiful club. It is... but hell, I wanted to see (for the sake of my sisters who read this tacky column) the treatment I would receive dressing this way. The atmosphere was warm, the maitre d' gracious, and nobody could care what I was wearing (l love being noticed in a large crowd).
For a mere two drink minimum I sat through an hour and twenty minutes of one of the greatest shows I had ever seen, Ann was not only her inimitable self, but she was backed by a black singing trio who were fantastic, Richard Caruso who plays a great sax, and a heavy, heavy band. The place serves dinner, but if you can't or don’t want to spend the bread, there’s just a two drink minimum (no cover). The show had a few old favorites, but basically leaned toward a very modern far out today bag. She sings the hell out of Helen's, "I Am Woman." It's difficult to describe, you're going to have to see it to believe it. So one of these evenings, when you really feel like getting into a different trip...catch Ann Dee. "
- Tacky Trashy Theatre Column by Stacey Morgan (Lesbian Tide)