About
To me a Boston Diva can be anyone, anyhow, anywhere. It’s a way of thinking and being not just a native necessity! In my life Boston has always represented an absolute cultural melting pot, a playground of personalities. That’s also how I describe my “Dollhouse,” as you may hear in upcoming soundbites. Somehow Echo and I ARE related! My cross section of Boston is highlighted with massive international, economic and social stories and memories. For starters, my mother (AKA Momma Judy) was transplanted to Boston from BYU. Yep, she’s my favorite Molly Mormon, born in Rigby, Idaho and arrived in Boston in the sixties to begin chasing down and joining civil rights and anti-war rallies while getting a job teaching at Suffolk University (Political Science, Women’s Studies, a focus on African Comparative Politics. Way cool). In Boston she met my dear dad Phil Dushku (aka Mr Dush-like-Push-ku!) a 4th grade teacher at the Dearborn School in Roxbury. He was a first generation Albanian son of immigrants, George and Villermini, with four siblings. They were financially quite poor but rich in flavor where it counts. They grew up as a family running a convenient store in the South End, back when the South End was an immigrant neighborhood. Fast forward for bio’s sake: Ma and Pa divorced when I was just a tiny babe. I’m definitely the product of a single mom. I was a bit of a personality already when step-father Jim came into the picture at seven or eight. And there is much more bio to come, filling in, including the M.O. of my crazy, rad three brothers. You’ll get to know them all and be better because of it! In addition to these aforementioned there is a gaggle of fierce friends and loves, all of which undeniably bred the fundamentals of who and why I am today. While it seems many of you know me pretty well—judging from what’s out there and including some of the sharpest insight I’ve seen—here’s my chance to be “straight from the horse’s mouth,” as they say, to join the Internet Age, and let you in a little deeper. And I do hope I’ll get to hear your stories, purposes, lives and musings. I refuse to call this a Celebrity Blog, mind you. This is the real world and I’m just some liberal Albanian-Danish, feminist, tomboy, actress-girl, street kid who’ll kick your ass if you mess with my gay best friend, then take you to a Red Sox game, then tell you all about my Senegalese sisters, and my sick obsession with travelling to some of the world’s most random destinations. The Pepsi dribbling out of my nose, the knee-high leather boots, and the goofball smile across this crooked face is all for free; also I should mention a laugh that makes Brenda Vaccaro sound like a friggin soprano. Naturally, that is only if I’m your kinda thing; if not, find another website, Baby!
I imagine having a personal website may be like having a personal parking spot in Boston. Yeah, right. And never when it snows.Still, this is my personal web site and we will see. I wanted a place to promote some causes I believe in and to point to some places (and artists and issues) that deserve to be pointed out. That is what BostonDivaLive is about. If I overuse the Diva “I” at least it is not the Royal “We.”I remember with great thanks some of the early fan web sites during my career. They were so great! They did not do advertising. They did not cater to jerks or off-color remarks at my expense. They reproduced pictures, interviews, and other fan stuff that otherwise I would never have seen. So I’m grateful. Especially I remember one called “Everlasting Eliza” and another, the “News Channel,” by the excellent Aussi woman Vanessa and there were others. One did a beautiful “Filmography” in panels with a single picture, brief synopsis, release dates, etc. Others did art work, notes, speculation, and all the fan stuff that I loved and still love. Hats off, you guys! This is to salute you after all this time. I thought: What better than a personal web site with some of my own personal photos and reflections and promotions?I hope everything on this site is obvious and that I learn to manage it effectively. If not, you’ll forgive me. I’ll attend the forum and we will see. You know—I am sure you know—that I never was as tough as Faith. But neither was she! Faith and I got over the feeling that we were total frauds. Every woman must do that. And all of us are interested in a world much larger than any celebrity.Welcome, my friends, to Boston Diva Live!