The year was 1985. Smack dab in the middle of the cash happy/coke crazy, when it was raining men and girls just wanted to have fun on ladies night, that’s when David Henry Sterry became the Master of Ceremonies at Chippendales, the hottest show in the city that never sleeps. And he did it all in tuxedo, top hats and roller skates. He was the only one fully clothed in the show, and the only one who talked. This was not a coincidence.
MASTER OF CEREMONIES: A True Story of Love, Murder, Roller Skates & Chippendales (Canongate, August 2008) is about being in the eye of the storm of one of the greatest party cultures in the history of the world.
It’s about working for Nick de Noia, the visionary genius behind Chippendales (a man who saw himself as a cross between PT Barnum, Julius Caesar and Bob Fosse) who wanted to revolutionize the world by creating the first fun, safe place where women could fondle, ogle and sexualize hot man flesh.
It’s about the soap opera of working with 25 of the most beautiful men in the world. It's about being the ugliest man at Chippendale's, starved for love, and never getting laid in that vast sea of females.
It’s about performing in front of 600 flesh-craving, money-waving, booze-fueled ladies; supermodels and soccer mom's; corn fed tourists and coke headed starlets; booming grannies and lipstick lesbians.
It's about whether Chippendale's was the ripe fruit hanging on the tree of the Women's Liberation Movement, or just another way for hot guys to make a fast buck.
And, it’s about finding true love in the strangest place. Somehow, in the midst of all the bulging g-strings, the six pack man wrack abs, and the mountain peak pecks, Johnny, the beautiful an exotic costume mistress chose as her husband, David Henry Sterry, the dweeb skating around in circles while Rome burned.