According to him, Emanuel Xavier,
and an email circulating around by Mother Juan Aviance,
Vogue Legend Willi Ninja is in the hospital.
There are conflicting accounts
on the reason for his hospitalization and his condition.
On Andres’ blog there’s mention of Willi
possibly “not making it past the weekend”,
a nod to his HIV status,
but also someone commenting on Willi’s MySpace Page
that he’s in the hospital due to back problems.
Bottom line.
I hope he’s ok.
I have had the privilege to hang out with Willi on several occasions
in my travels through NYC’s Nitelife.
And he is good people, hands down.
Always a great conversation while working the door of many a club.
Offering a wink and a nod during one of his numerous performances.
And the man could give you face, body control, floor tech, and ‘tude in abundance.
I have included a YouTube clip…
(I know… not another YouTube clip…
Well you know what. It’s a great resource,
So you can suck on my left nut.)
I have included a YouTube clip of many of the Legends of Vogue
with the likes of Willi Ninja and Jose Xtravaganza gracing us with Old Way
done the right way and giving it to you good.
I hope all is well with Willi and I hope he will be back with us soon.
Sorry about ducking out from here for a bit.
I need some time. Some distraction.
I feel really bad about my podcast listeners especially.
I haven’t done anything in 2 weeks.
But besides work.
(Which for those who have seen me at the bar, has been a great way to get my mind off of things.)
My friend passing away.
And cleaning out his apartment.
(He framed a picture of us that i hadn’t seen in years. I nearly broke down.)
I found out this past Sunday that my father will be, yup, as I am typing this, he is undergoing open heart surgery.
Needless to say.
I’m kinda going through it right now.
Moments of solemn contemplation of the universe and why this is happening all now…
Balanced out with manic nonsensical silliness to turn my head away from the throbbing in my chest.
I’m not sure what I’m feeling…
I’ve seperated myself from the situation…
Too many things,
but nothing I can go into details about…
Cause it’s not my business to say…
A friend of mine has passed away…
I should feel more sad…
I know I should…
But I’ve seperated myself from it for so long…
The walls we build…
God…
It’s gonna hit me hard once this breaks through…
Should I even be writing about this?
I guess i just need to see it.
Maybe this is my way of chisling through things.