There's an "e" in
Magic Mike and an "e" in Chippendales—and that's about where the similarities end. Chippendales was iconic participation theater, visionary both for its entertainment value and what it was trying to accomplish. Girls weren't just screaming to scream at our shows, they were actually having a really good time.
Until October of 1987, I was the show's associate producer. I ran a tight ship, because I wanted our people to be respected and to act in a manner that would cause us to be respected. I helped Nick De Noia, our brilliant producer and choreographer, turn our guys into Chippendales men. I helped him hire men, do bookings, and manage the dancers. One time, some of our guys were arrested for disturbing the peace. I went to the police station to bail everybody out, and the next day I got a knock on my door. When I opened it, there was a card with grapes on the front that said, "Thanks a bunch."
My job wasn't as easy as people might think. But the most difficult moment was having to tell my guys that Nick, whom many of the Chippendales men looked upon as a father figure, had been murdered.
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