Tura Satana and Liberace

“Tura Thursday” is a regular series celebrating the legacy of the late, great Tura Satana, best known as Varla in the 1965 Russ Meyer cult classic Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!. This series is curated by Tura’s longtime manager, friend, confidant and CEO of Tura Satana Productions, Siouxzan Perry.

This week we are giving you yet another sneak peek into Tura’s unpublished autobiography “My Kick-Ass Life”. The following excerpt is pure Tura.

Everyone always remarked about the rapport that I had with my drummer at the Gilded Cage. His name was Lucky Light and he was good. No matter what I would do, he would catch it on the drums. Everyone thought that there was something between us, but we were just good friends.

Lucky and I could do an hour on my drum solos if we wanted to. The audience never got tired of watching the two of us play off each other. Sometimes, I would do things to try and trip him up. I was only able to accomplish that a few times. I would have loved to have Luck come on the road with me, but he didn’t want to leave St. Louis.

I remember one night when Liberace came in with his entourage and they loved the show and all of the acrobatics that I did on stage. Liberace invited me out to breakfast after the show and I went with him and his group. It was a ball. Libby said that he had never seen anyone with so much talent and stage presence. He talked about my show and I mentioned to him that I really loved listening to him as well. He especially loved the way that I twirled my tassels. He told me I had a very talented chest. I told him that he didn’t know the half of it.

He wanted to know just how I was able to do the tricks with my bust. I told him that it was all in the muscle control. He said that there weren’t that many talented muscles in the world. I told him there were.

I took his hand and placed in on my right breast. I told him to be sure and hold still. Then I proceeded to make the muscles dance under his hand. The look on his face was great. His eyes got as big as saucers and his mouth just dropped open. He sat there with his hand on my breast and slowly a huge smile came on his face. He was flabbergasted that I had that much control.

He asked if I could show him how to do that. I told him I would be happy to, but I could only teach him how to spin ONE. With that statement, he just broke up and laughed for about 10 minutes. When he wiped the tears from his eyes, he said that the next time I come to Hollywood, I had to be sure to call him and to come and teach him how to do that. I said I would.

Libby told me that if he ever turned straight he would look me up. I told him there would be a fat chance of that ever happening. He laughed. He did say I would one day make people stop and look, not only at my face and figure, because I was destined to do something wonderful. I never knew what he meant by that and I never saw him again after that, except on TV or shows in Las Vegas.

I always admired Libby and I thanked him for being such a nice person. I don’t remember all of the people that were with him and I know that I should have, but they were all very nice. I didn’t get back to Hollywood when he was there and then he died. I was very sad when he passed away.

As a passing note Liberace died on February 4th , the same day as Tura.

As always, please visit our site and sign our guestbook!