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Anne Heche
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Birth name Anne Celeste Heche
Born May 25, 1969 (1969-05-25) (age 38)
Aurora, Ohio
Notable roles Marley/Victoria in
Another World
Maggie Pistone in
Donnie Brasco
Marion Crane in
Psycho
Beth Eastern in
Return to Paradise
Robin Monroe in
Six Days Seven Nights


Emmy Awards

Outstanding Younger Actress
1991 Another World

Anne Celeste Heche (IPA: [heɪʃ]) (born May 25, 1969) is an American actress, director and screenwriter.



Biography

Heche was born in Aurora, Ohio to Donald Heche, a Baptist minister and choir director, and Nancy. In her book, Call Me Crazy, Anne claimed that her father molested her during her childhood, giving her herpes. Her father later disclosed his homosexuality to his family, before dying of AIDS in 1983. In that same year, Anne's older brother Nate, who was also an actor, was killed in a car accident just a few months before his graduation from high school.[1] Heche was a noted actress even at Francis W. Parker School, and the soap opera As the World Turns offered her a contract in 1985, when she was 16. However, both she and her mother felt it best that she finish high school first.


Career

Immediately after her high school graduation, she accepted another soap offer and left for New York City. Heche first became famous by playing the dual roles of "Vicky Hudson" and "Marley Love Hudson" on the American soap opera Another World from 1987 to 1991, for which she won a Daytime Emmy Award; her acclaimed work as Vicky and Marley can currently be seen on Soapnet. Heche has starred in a number of high-profile films, including Donnie Brasco, Volcano, Wag the Dog, Six Days Seven Nights, and Psycho. She was nominated for a Tony Award for her performance in the 2004 Broadway revival of Twentieth Century, and also appeared in the play Proof. She presently is starring in the ABC television drama Men in Trees as a New York City author and relationships expert who relocates to Elmo, Alaska when she discovers her fiance is having an affair. Before coming out as lesbian, she starred in Wild Side with Joan Chen as her lesbian lover. In 2007, she was announced to be a member of the voice cast for PG-13 animated feature Superman: Doomsday as Lois Lane, alongside Adam Baldwin as Superman and James Marsters as Lex Luthor.


Personal life

Heche is also known because of her relationship with comedian Ellen DeGeneres and the events following their breakup. The couple started dating in 1997 shortly after the famous "Puppy Episode" of DeGeneres' eponymous sitcom. At one point, the two said they would get a civil union if they became legal in Vermont. They also worked on film and TV projects together. However, the couple split up in August 2000 and Heche soon began dating cameraman Coleman Laffoon, whom she met while he was filming a comedy special for DeGeneres. They married in September 2001 and have a son, Homer Heche Laffoon, born March 2, 2002. On January 24, 2007, it was confirmed that Heche has split from her husband of five years.[2][3] Lafoon filed for divorce on February 2, 2007.[4] Sources say she left her husband for her Men in Trees co-star James Tupper. [5].

A year after her split with DeGeneres, Heche made claims in television interviews and in her autobiography, Call Me Crazy, that she was mentally ill for the first 31 years of her life after being sexually abused by her father. She also claimed to have an alter ego that was the daughter of God and half-sibling of Jesus named "Celestia," who had contacts with extraterrestrial life forms. In her book, she explained that before her split with DeGeneres, she was contacted by "God" and told He would walk with her for seven days.

Her mother, Nancy, is a Christian and psychotherapist, who says that she does not believe her late husband sexually abused Anne. Nancy tours the nation speaking with ex-gay groups claiming her prayers cured Anne of her homosexuality. Anne has denounced her mother for speaking at these events and said her split with DeGeneres was not because of a change in her own sexual orientation.[6] In an interview with The Advocate following the split, Anne said she does not give a label to her own sexual orientation and said "I have been very clear to everybody that just because I'm getting married does not mean I call myself a straight."

Before dating DeGeneres, Heche dated comedian Steve Martin for two years (she is rumored to be the basis for the Heather Graham character in Bowfinger, although Martin denies it[7]). She also dated musician Lindsey Buckingham of Fleetwood Mac for a year in the early 1990s. She is the subject of Buckingham's barbed song "Come", where he took a number of shots at her lesbianism and delusions, and he wrote "Down on Rodeo" (on the Under the Skin album) with a much softer reflection on the relationship where he can be heard saying "Do you hear me, Annie?" at the end.

On an episode of Saturday Night Live, on the skit "Church Chat"" (played by Dana Carvey), Heche was played by a woman who argued against the Church Lady over her beliefs. One of the most famous lines from that skit was when the Church Lady said, "Well, Miss Heche, I decided to make you a little snack. First I thought you wanted weiners, but then I thought, 'No, she might want tacos...' Enie Meini Weinie Taco..." the episode was a success.

In 1998, Heche's sister, Susan Bergman, wrote a book about the family and their relationship with their father. Susan, like Anne, was estranged from her mother. Heche and Bergman were reportedly estranged after the release of Bergman's book; Bergman died in January 2006 after a lengthy battle with brain cancer.

Two very elderly men were having a conversation about sex. The first
guy says, "Yessir, I did it three times last night with a 30 year old!"
"You're kidding!" exlcaims the pal. "I can't even manage to do it once!
What's your secret?
"Well, the secret is to eat lots of whole-wheat bread. I'm not kidding!" says the guy.
So the second old man rushes to the local deli.
"May I help you?" asks the deli man.
The old guy replies, "Yes, I'd like four loaves of whole-wheat bread, please."
"That's a lot of bread!" says the deli man. "It's sure to get hard
before you're done!"
"Damn!" exlcaims the old man. "Does EVERYONE know about this except me?"

Heh, heh. Love your deli funny, hawkman. What a delight to feel so bright in the early morn.

I guess today is THE day, BioBob, and we appreciate your having arrived here to share with us the famous folks. As usual, listeners, we shall await the pretty pup to fill in the blanks with bewitching faces.

I met Claude Akins, and what a disappointment he turned out to be. He was quite distant and void of personality. Well, we might as well do a Dylan song again. That man is a legend in his own time.



Mr. Bojangles

I knew a man Bojangles
And he danced for you
In worn out shoes

With silver hair, a ragged shirt
And baggy pants, the old soft shoe

He jumped so high,
He jumped so high,
Then he lightly touched down

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles, dance!

I met him in a cell in New Orleans,
I was down and out
He looked to be the eyes of age as spoke right out
He talked of life,
He talked of life,
He laughed, slapped his leg a step

He said his name, Bojangles,
Then he danced a lick across the cell
He grabbed pants of better stants,
Then he jumped up high, he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh,
He let go a laugh, shook back his clothes all around

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles, dance!
La-dee da da...
Hum-um-um...
Dee-dah-dah-dah

He danced for those at minstrel shows
And county fairs throughout the south
He spoke with tears of 15 years
How his dog and he traveled about
His dog up and died, up and died,
After 20 years he still grieved

He said I dance now at ev'ry chance
In honky tonks for drinks and tips
But most of the time
I spend behind these county bars
He said 'I drinks a bit'
He shook his head
And as he shook his head
I heard someone ask "Please!"
"Please!"

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles, dance!
La-dee da da...
Hum-um-um...
Dee-dah-dah-dah
Dance! Dance! Dance!

In my early twenties, my Mom often told me I looked like Claude Akins.

Hmmm, edgar. I can still see the resemblance, but I bet your car has a better personality.

Good afternoon WA2K.

Once again, all Best Wishes for Happiness for Bob and Nair.

Due to Letty's expertise in photography, I see I have one less picture to take. Thank you Letty.

Well, folks, There's our Raggedy with "one less bell to answer"...

Thanks to you and a whole bunch of folks, Raggedy, I have learned a bunch of stuff on the forum and on our wee cyber radio.

We're looking at a nice trio consisting of Bill, Jeanne, and Anne. Great photo's as usual, PA.

Speaking of belles, how about this song, and I will bet that our Raggedy knows it.

(Oh, my liberty Belle, my pretty little belle)
(You kissed me once and you knew darned well)
(Oh, you knew darned well, my liberty belle)
(I'd love nobody but you)

There's pretty girls in Singapore and the Philippines
All along Killarney shore, oh, the fair colleens
There's sweet Fifi from gay Paree and Wilhelmina, too
But Belle, Belle, my liberty belle, I'm still in love with you

When stars are like a string of pearls 'round a blue lagoon
How the Bali Bali girls dance beneath the moon
Now while they dance I'll take a chance and steal a glance or two
But Belle, Belle, my liberty belle, I'm still in love with you

BRIDGE:
I'll march, march, march the whole world over (over)
I'll sail, sail, sail the ocean blue (sail the ocean blue)
They've made my blinkin' heart a rover (a rover)
But it's never hardly ever away from you

Of all the girls in Singapore and the Philippines
You're girl that I adore, kiss in all my dreams
I'll hold you soon beneath the moon, till then sweetheart be true
'cause Belle, Belle, my liberty belle, I'm still in love with you


(Belle, Belle, Belle)

Of all the girls in Singapore and the Philippines
You're girl that I adore, kiss in all my dreams
I'll hold you soon beneath the moon, till then, sweetheart be true
'cause Belle, Belle, my liberty belle, I'm still in love with you

Oh, my liberty Belle, my pretty little belle
You kissed me once and you knew darned well
Oh, you knew darned well, my liberty belle
I'd love nobody but you

I love nobody but you

I had to google for the Liberty Belle song, letty. And now that I've found that Guy Mitchell performed it, I do believe I heard it at one time, a long time ago.

I had to google it as well, Raggedy, and the inspiration came from The Liberty Bell in the connect the picture forum.

How about this one, then.

Fifth Dimension

(Bacharach - David)

One less bell to answer
One less egg to fry
One less man to pick up after
I should be happy
But all I do is cry
(Cry, cry, no more laughter) I should be happy
(Oh, why did he go)
Since he left my life's so empty
Though I try to forget it just can't be done
Each time the doorbell rings I still run
I don't know how in the world
To stop thinking of him
'Cause I still love him so
I spend each day the way I start out
Crying my heart out
One less man to pick up after
No more laughter, no more love
Since he went away (he went away)
(One less bell to answer) Why did he leave me
(Why, why, why did he leave)
(One less bell to answer) Now I've got one less egg to fry
One less egg to fry
(Why, why, why did he leave) And all I do is cry
(One less bell to answer) Because a man told me goodbye
(Why, why, why did he leave)
(One less bell to answer) Somebody tell me please
Where did he go, why did he go
(Why, why, why did he leave) How could he leave me

We interrupt this broadcast for a Public Service Announcement.

Boston-area A2Kers are gathering at John Harvard's Brew House in
Cambridge to meet and greet Walter and realjohnboy. Hopes are high
that the HAWK will put in an appearance.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.

George, you furry imp. That was a great announcement and I am looking forward to seeing the pictures. Walter no longer does the camera thing, so maybe you can.

Which also reminds us, folks, that hawkman ought to let us see photo's of his and Nair's wedding.

Saw the info about the Hippie generation, so I dare you to wear something cool like a Nehru jacket and elephant bells from India Bazaar.

Incidentally, I can hum and even sing Puff the Magic Dragon.

Peter, Paul, and Mary

Puff, the magic dragon
Lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist
In a land called Honah Lee

Little Jackie Paper
Loved that rascal Puff,
And brought him strings and sealing wax
And other fancy stuff. Oh!

Puff, the magic dragon
Lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist
In a land called Honah Lee

Together they would travel
On a boat with billowed sail
Jackie kept a lookout perched
On Puff's gigantic tail

Noble kings and princes
Would bow whene'er they came,
Pirate ships would lower their flag
When Puff roared out his name. Oh!

Puff, the magic dragon
Lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist
In a land called Hannah Lee

A dragon lives forever
But not so little boys
Painted wings and giant rings
Make way for other toys.

One grey night it happened,
Jackie Paper came no more
And Puff that mighty dragon,
He ceased his feeless roar.

His head was bent in sorrow,
Green scales fell like rain,
Puff no longer went to play
Along the cherry lane.

Without his life-long friend,
Puff could not be brave,
So Puff that mighty dragon
Sadly slipped into his cave. Oh!

Puff, the magic dragon
Lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist
In a land called Hannah Lee

Puff, the magic dragon
Lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist
In a land called Hannah Lee

Ah, Raggedy, there gonna be having fun without us.

When the moon is in the seventh house, and Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace shall guide the planets, and love will steer the stars....

Well, I don't believe it, folks. There's our Brit back and doing the dawning of the age.

Speaking of which, folks.

She asks me why...I'm just a hairy guy
I'm hairy noon and night; Hair that's a fright.
I'm hairy high and low,
Don't ask me why; don't know!
It's not for lack of bread
Like the Grateful Dead; darling

Gimme a head with hair, long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen
Give me down to there, hair!
Shoulder length, longer (hair!)
Here baby, there mama, Everywhere daddy daddy

CHORUS:
Hair! (hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair)
Flow it, Show it;
Long as God can grow it, My Hair!

Let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees
Give a home to the fleas in my hair
A home for fleas, a hive for bees
A nest for birds, there ain't no words
For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder of my

CHORUS

I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy
Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty
Oily, greasy, fleecy, shining
Gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen
Knotted, polka-dotted; Twisted, beaded, braided
Powdered, flowered, and confettied
Bangled, tangled, spangled and spaghettied!

O-oh, Say can you see; my eyes if you can,
Then my hair's too short!
Down to here, down to there,
Down to where, down to there;
It stops by itself!
doo doo doo doo doot-doot doo doo doot

They'll be ga-ga at the go-go
when they see me in my toga
My toga made of blond, brilliantined, Biblical hair
My hair like Jesus wore it
Hallelujah I adore it
Hallelujah Mary loved her son
Why don't my Mother love me?

Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more falsehoods or derision
Golden living dreams of visions
Mystic crystal revelation
And the mind's true liberation
Aquarius.....

McTag, I don't remember these lyrics as having been a part of "Let the Sunshine In." What a great way to do the star-crossed Romeo and Juilet.


Song: Let The Sunshine In Lyrics

Soldier 1:
We starve-look
At one another
Short of breath
Walking proudly in our winter coats
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation
Of moving paper fantasy
Listening for the new told lies
With supreme visions of lonely tunes

Soldier 2:
Somewhere
Inside something there is a rush of
Greatness
Who knows what stands in front of
Our lives
I fashion my future on films in space
Silence
Tells me secretly
Everything
Everything

Claude:
Manchester England England
Manchester England England
(Ensemble:Eyes look your last)
Across the Atlantic Sea
(Arms take your last
embrace)
And I'm a genius genius
(And lips oh you the
doors of breath)
I believe in God
(Seal with a righteous kiss)
And I believe that God believes in Claude
(Seal with a righteous kiss)
That's me, that's me, that's me
(The rest is silence,
The rest is silence,
The rest is silence)

Ensemble:
Singing our space songs on a spider web sitar
Life is around you and in you
Answer for Timothy Leary, dearie

Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sun shine in...

Talking about sunshine, John Denver wrote and recorded a song called:

Sunshine on my shoulders.

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high

If I had a day that I could give you
I'd give to you a day just like today
If I had a song that I could sing for you
I'd sing a song to make you feel this way

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high

If I had a tale that I could tell you
I'd tell a tale sure to make you smile
If I had a wish that I could wish for you
I'd make a wish for sunshine all the while

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high
Sunshine almost all the time makes me high
Sunshine almost always

Well, my goodness, listeners. We have Australia and England with us as we approach the twilight.

Love that one, Dutchy.

John Denver may not have been a very nice man in reality, but we do love his music.

John Denver - Grandma's Feather Bed Lyrics

(Connor)
When I was a little bitty boy, just up off a floor,
we used to go down to Grandma's house every month end or so.
We'd have chicken pie and country ham, homemade butter on the bread.
But the best darn thing about Grandma's house was her great big feather bed.
It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
It'd hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma's feather bed.

After supper we'd sit around the fire, the old folks would spit and chew.
Pa would talk about the farm and the war, and Granny'd sing a ballad or two.
I'd sit and listen and watch the fire till the cobwebs filled my head,
next thing I'd know I'd wake up in the morning
in the middle of the old feather bed.

It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
It'd hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma's feather bed.

Well I love my Ma, I love my Pa, I love Granny and Grandpa too.
I been fishing with my uncle, I ras'led with my cousin, I even kissed Aunt Lou, ew!
But if I ever had to make a choice, I guess it oughta be said
that I'd trade 'em all plus the gal down the road for Grandma's feather bed.
I'd trade 'em all plus the gal down the road...
I'll have to reconsider 'bout the gal down the road:

It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
It'd hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma's feather bed.
We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma's feather bed.

Jim Reeves
He'll Have to Go

Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone
Let's pretend that we're together, all alone
I'll tell the man to turn the jukebox way down low
And you can tell your friend there with you he'll have to go

Whisper to me, tell me do, you love me true
Or is he holding you the way I do?
Tho' love is blind, make up your mind, I've got to know
Should I hang up, or will you tell him he'll have to go

You can't say the words I want to hear
While you're with another man,
If you want me, answer "yes" or "no,"
Darling, I will understand

Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone
Let's pretend we're together, all alone
I'll tell the man to turn the jukebox way down low,
And you can tell your friend there with you he'll have to go

Letty did you know John Denver had an Australian connection? His second wife was Australian actress and singer Cassandra Delaney, they had a daughter named Jesse Belle.