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The Armenian Side of Cher
- January 2, 2013
By Tom Vartabedian
Armenian Weekly
Say what you want about Kim Kardashian and the other sisters. But for my
money ,
Cher continues to be my dream girl. Always was. Always will be.
Not that I have a love affai with the woman. An infatuation for beauty
and talent mixed is more like it. And durability. To continue going
this strong in Hollywood and Las Vegas at the ripe age of 64 probably
takes a lot of makeup but more passion for the entertainment
world. She's still a class act, a true Armenian American icon.
That is why I shall be in her corner come Academy Awards time. If she
doesn't get an Oscar nomination for her role in the current production of
`Burlesque,' I shall cancel my subscription to Hollywood Magazine and
demand an investigation.
Her role as the club owner and den mother to a host of showgirls is truly
impeccable. I marveled at her Academy Award-winning performance in
`Moonstruck.' And I found her just as remarkable in such other films as
`Mask,' `Witches of Eastwick,' `Tea with Mussolini,' and `Silkwood,' which
earned her an Oscar nomination.
Here's what one critic has to say about this present campy musical. `It
takes a legend to make a star. Without Cher, `Burlesque' wouldn't work.'
The musical side is just as impressive, going back to the
TVdays
of Sonny Bono. She's sold more than 100 million records. Her concert
tours are still sold-out. In truth, Cher knows no hiatus.
Though I'm a tad older than Cher, she was always the one I would showcase
whenever outsiders asked me to identify any prominent Armenians.
`Well, you know Cher,' I would respond, calling to mind her given name,
Cherilyn Sarkisian.
`No kidding, Cher's Armenian?' they would reply. `I had no idea.'
The year was 1985, precisely 25 years ago. I was a well-groomed journalist
for the Haverhill Gazette and was notified that Cher would be receiving the
coveted Hasty Pudding Award given at Harvard University as Female Actress
of the Year.
I talked my editor into going to Cambridge and covering the story, despite
some resistance. He saw no local connection to the event so I drummed up an
alibi.
`She happens to be a friend of mine,' I told him. `Can get a personal story
and beat the other Boston papers.'
In some ways, that wasn't far from the truth, given the ideology that all
Armenians happen to be related through ethnicity. To be meeting Cher for
the first time was indeed a revelation.
There she was, as glamorous as ever, in the back seat of a Mercedes
convertible with the top down, waving to fans in a motorcade through
Harvard Square. I waved, too, but she didn't see me.
It wasn't until we had adjourned to an auditorium when a more formal
introduction occurred. I cornered her press agent and told the woman I was
Armenian like Cher and would like a word with her. She obliged me.
`Eench bes es?' I said, offering an ethnic greeting.
It was then that Cher bowled me over with a perfectly controlled dialect of
Armenian that totally caught me off guard. The woman knew her language and
was relatively fluid, obviously getting it from her dad's side. What I
learned about John Sarkisian was that he drove a truck, gambled, and had
spent time in prison. It was not the best relationship for an adolescent.
I also quickly discovered other Armenians in the crowd who also began
exercising their native language. Cher had a definite Armenian following
that afternoon and she didn't disappoint when it came to her culture and
heritage.
There was noticeable pride etched across her face which complemented her
smile. What's more, I figured if I was going to get the inside scoop on
this starlight, I had better keep talking Armenian.
`What'd she say?' my competition wondered. `What kind of language is she
speaking? Hey, that's not fair.'
Well, sir, you should have been born an Armenian and perhaps you could have
gained her better side in this interview, I snickered to myself. In the
end, I came away with a story none of the other papers could match. Even my
editors were amazed.
It's no secret that Cher has reached out to the indigent of Armenia over
her prominent career. And no wonder that she has shown a distinct
charitable side in supporting people of her kind in this country.
Even today, when people ask me, `Armenian? What's that?' I can still
reply
after all these years, `You want to know what Armenian is? Go ask Cher!'
Like her hit song, `The beat goes on!'
http://www.armenianlife.com/2013/01/02/the-armenian-side-of-cher-2/
- January 2, 2013
By Tom Vartabedian
Armenian Weekly
Say what you want about Kim Kardashian and the other sisters. But for my
money ,
Cher continues to be my dream girl. Always was. Always will be.
Not that I have a love affai with the woman. An infatuation for beauty
and talent mixed is more like it. And durability. To continue going
this strong in Hollywood and Las Vegas at the ripe age of 64 probably
takes a lot of makeup but more passion for the entertainment
world. She's still a class act, a true Armenian American icon.
That is why I shall be in her corner come Academy Awards time. If she
doesn't get an Oscar nomination for her role in the current production of
`Burlesque,' I shall cancel my subscription to Hollywood Magazine and
demand an investigation.
Her role as the club owner and den mother to a host of showgirls is truly
impeccable. I marveled at her Academy Award-winning performance in
`Moonstruck.' And I found her just as remarkable in such other films as
`Mask,' `Witches of Eastwick,' `Tea with Mussolini,' and `Silkwood,' which
earned her an Oscar nomination.
Here's what one critic has to say about this present campy musical. `It
takes a legend to make a star. Without Cher, `Burlesque' wouldn't work.'
The musical side is just as impressive, going back to the
TVdays
of Sonny Bono. She's sold more than 100 million records. Her concert
tours are still sold-out. In truth, Cher knows no hiatus.
Though I'm a tad older than Cher, she was always the one I would showcase
whenever outsiders asked me to identify any prominent Armenians.
`Well, you know Cher,' I would respond, calling to mind her given name,
Cherilyn Sarkisian.
`No kidding, Cher's Armenian?' they would reply. `I had no idea.'
The year was 1985, precisely 25 years ago. I was a well-groomed journalist
for the Haverhill Gazette and was notified that Cher would be receiving the
coveted Hasty Pudding Award given at Harvard University as Female Actress
of the Year.
I talked my editor into going to Cambridge and covering the story, despite
some resistance. He saw no local connection to the event so I drummed up an
alibi.
`She happens to be a friend of mine,' I told him. `Can get a personal story
and beat the other Boston papers.'
In some ways, that wasn't far from the truth, given the ideology that all
Armenians happen to be related through ethnicity. To be meeting Cher for
the first time was indeed a revelation.
There she was, as glamorous as ever, in the back seat of a Mercedes
convertible with the top down, waving to fans in a motorcade through
Harvard Square. I waved, too, but she didn't see me.
It wasn't until we had adjourned to an auditorium when a more formal
introduction occurred. I cornered her press agent and told the woman I was
Armenian like Cher and would like a word with her. She obliged me.
`Eench bes es?' I said, offering an ethnic greeting.
It was then that Cher bowled me over with a perfectly controlled dialect of
Armenian that totally caught me off guard. The woman knew her language and
was relatively fluid, obviously getting it from her dad's side. What I
learned about John Sarkisian was that he drove a truck, gambled, and had
spent time in prison. It was not the best relationship for an adolescent.
I also quickly discovered other Armenians in the crowd who also began
exercising their native language. Cher had a definite Armenian following
that afternoon and she didn't disappoint when it came to her culture and
heritage.
There was noticeable pride etched across her face which complemented her
smile. What's more, I figured if I was going to get the inside scoop on
this starlight, I had better keep talking Armenian.
`What'd she say?' my competition wondered. `What kind of language is she
speaking? Hey, that's not fair.'
Well, sir, you should have been born an Armenian and perhaps you could have
gained her better side in this interview, I snickered to myself. In the
end, I came away with a story none of the other papers could match. Even my
editors were amazed.
It's no secret that Cher has reached out to the indigent of Armenia over
her prominent career. And no wonder that she has shown a distinct
charitable side in supporting people of her kind in this country.
Even today, when people ask me, `Armenian? What's that?' I can still
reply
after all these years, `You want to know what Armenian is? Go ask Cher!'
Like her hit song, `The beat goes on!'
http://www.armenianlife.com/2013/01/02/the-armenian-side-of-cher-2/