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Though I hate venturing to Mitte it was actually quite nice to take a trek to the Volksbuhne’s Gruner Salon to see kJohnny Blue’s The Devil’s Blind Spot-Jumping the Gate where the super stud Mr. Blue and his merry band of musical geniuses that includes guitarist Axel Scheele and drummer Daniel Grinstead rocked out with their dinosaur cocks splayed out. A nice King Crimsony Prague Rocque groove permeated as the audience was sucked into a dynamic textural whirl peppered with soundbites from Arsenal archive docus and narrative films. Hail Satan Devil Lucifer Beelzebulb!!!!

Rising Stars Falling Stars presentation of Vincente Minnelli’s 1970 psychotropic musical On A Clear Day You Can See Forever was the closing night event of a joyous Living Archive month. The 16milimeter Cinemascope print looked very experimental film with its missing sections and twerking the gate. Bodo in the projection room did a great job keeping it all together with precision and the film actually holds up as more then just an odd curio. Babs Streisand and Mr. Simone Signoret-Yves Montand’s animosity towards each other gives their cinematic pairing a weird force and drive along with Mr. Minnelli ‘s queeny posturing and framing in the Regency England scenes. The evil progeny of Ms. Streisand and sexy Elliot Gould---Jason Gould came to see his moms in one of her early films he has never seen. Mr. Gould’s low key companion was the popular international blondine concubine Christopher Tavi aka: Josh from the Corbin Fischer Pornocopia Film Studios and his pals a nearly nekkid Berlin “It” boy Acme Singt, Olivier and cute beau, Slovakian courtesan’s Manuel Rios, Kevin Warhol and Brandon Manilow turning many middle age gay male patterned balding heads.The celebutants in attendance included the beautiful and stylish curator Dorothee Wenner with her vivacious male companion Mickey, Trixie Schoenherr aka: Beatrice Cordua the former prima ballerina with her dancer fan Tonya, Berlin’s legendary chanson singer and actress Zazie de Paris, Piero Bellomo of La Collezione with husband Daniel Hendrickson the Jewish Muslim who looked dashing playing Klavier and who did a most excellent job editing Ms. Davis’ new cheaply made Rising Stars trailer,Der Spielgel writer Felix Knoke and his Slovenian friend, scholar Nanna Heidenreich with her students from Braunschweig who along with the talented students from Frankfurt’s Goethe Universitaet were part of the Living Archive project by Entuziazm: Stefan Pethke & Michael Baute that decombobulized the Fernando Birri film ORG. Film Historian Marc Siegel and his delightful and fresh faced students that included sexy Philippe Crackau, Olga Galicka and Tine Antz. Production designer Angela Anderson with DJane extroidinaire Olga Damnitz, the divine Susanne Sachsse whose mother gave Ms.Davis a snakeskin purse from the 1960s looking small town of Jena that was very Babs,art star Countessa Angela Melitopoulos looking lovely and bursting with energy even after presenting her final Moeglichkeitsraum pieces along with a special live montage aria with re.act.feminism’s Bettina Knaup, the Royal First Family of German Experimental Film-The Gregors: Erika, Ulrich & Milena, Birgit Kohler, Arsenal co-Director, kJohnny Blue and his juicy young Italian girlfriend,Arsenal studmuffins Markus Ruff and Uli Ziemons with tasty gamine Nadine Voß,Noam the Israeli video maker, modern dancer Assaf Hochman with American Ballet Theater principal Daniil Simkin, Little Alex of Macedonia who did la Diva Davis’ hair,make-up and fashion styling for the evening, an 80 year old couple who are long time Babs fanatics,Canuckian dream girl Lauren Howes, with spunky ray of light Shai Heredia Arsenal guest curator from India, filmmaker Marie Losier with artist Maggie Schneider, musician and composer Eunice Martin whose live composition Pieces for the Archive II recently wowed her fans and fluxus admirers alike, pretty Salome Gersch who manned the CHEAP Gossip Studio Bar during the festival and Arsenal Empress Stefanie Schulte Strathaus exhausted but still sparkly graciously welcoming Arsenal newcomers like the fashion designer Guillaume Henry of the House of Carven in Berlin looking for urban inspiration and getting it with the haute mix on every level crowd at Kino 2, New York rapper Mac Miller with humpy dork nebish Jay Stull the young American playwright who is doing research on the source material for On a Clear Day which strangely enough is based on a true story of a woman in 1940s Dublin whose analyst discovered her past life. This story was also made into a British film in 1956. I received so many questions about On A Clear Day You Can See Forever and ESP. I guess Extra Sensory Perception was not a big thing in Germany. Who knew? Minnelli and Babs got along wonderfully during the filming which began in Jan, 1969 when Babs was 26 years old. Miss Minnelli was working with cinematographer Harry Stradling who made Judy Garland so beautiful in The Pirate(1947) and was doing the same to La Streisand. Some of the movie was filmed on location in New York and Brighton, England with the scene in the rose garden where she sings “Hurry Its Lovely Up Here” lensed at USC’s Exposition Park across from the Museum of Natural History. Interiors were filmed at Paramount Pictures studio in Hollywood. Minnelli hadn’t made a musical in ten years with The Bells Are Ringing 1960 with Judy Holiday, and wanted to make a few more after Clear Day with a treatment on the life of Bessie Smith to star Tina Turner and then later Aretha Franklin was attached. He also wanted to do a musical about Zelda Fitzgerald to star his daughter Liza. The next Rising Stars, Falling Stars is Sunday July 21 8pm with a 35 milimeter screening of Opera Queen Luchino Visconti’s Senso starring homo hungthrob Farley Granger and Alida Valli.

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HEISSE JUNGS IN ENGEN HUETTEN

Attended the last Living Archive presentation of Darryl Els’s, the vivaciously randy, hirsute mixed race South African filmmaker and curator whose Shifting Grounds:  Reflections on National Identity in the Archive ended with a screening of the hilarious 1971 travelogue by Adolfas Mekas aka:  Brother Fishhook to Jonas Mekas’   Uncle Fishhook the name given to the Lithuanians by Jack Smith.  The standout in the flicker is Mrs. Mekas- co-director Pola Chapelle.  My companion as usual was

that trusty Muzlim jihadist suprema Daniel Hendrickson who will be taking a well deserved holiday to Georgia, Azerbajian and Armenia in July. Mr. Hendrickson was with me for the El cine de la Transicion program by Sabine Schoebel where we saw Cincuenta y dos Domingos by Llorenc Soler 1970 16 mm which has a very leering eye on the succulent Spanish underpriviledged youth who are training as baby matadors followed by Ocana Retrat Intermittent by Ventura Pons, the 1979 docu on the late painter,performer, culture critic and Andulusian tragi queen Miss Pepe Ocana.

Film Historian Marc Siegel scored a hit with his Ludvig Schoenherr/Beatrice Cordua tribute Happy&Stupid Sructures.  Schoenherr muse Trixie Schoenherr was looking radiant at the screenings. She is 70 years old and hasn’t aged a bit since she appeared in Stephen Dwoskin’s 1971 film Trixie.  The members of the cult of Trixie at the CHEAP Gossip Studio bar manned by Richard Gersche included Darryl Els, Manuel Schubert, Nanna Heidenreich, lovesexy Djane Olga Damnitz, pretty Mediterranean art star Angela Melitopoulos looking very Melina Mercouri with a bit of Anna Magnani, art darling Maggie Schneider, Arsenal hunksters Uli Ziemons& Markus Ruff, Greek passive Little Alex of Macedonia, juicy scholar Nicole Wolf,the amazing Diana McCarty of ReBoot FM with a hot hunky swarthy date that floated my proverbial boat,Shai Heredia the vivacious & stylish Arsenal guest curator from India, Canuckian treasure Lauren Howes, the regal and stately Bettina Schulte Strathaus of the famous Schulte Strathauses and British actress Rebecca Hall of Woody Allens Vicky Cristina Barcelona who is a big Vaginal Davis fanatic who will be traveling to China on a slow boat, namely a cargo ship that will pass through dangerous pirate waters and will take over a month's time.  The only other people I know who have travelled this way are the Brazilian art & film couple Melissa Dullius and Gustave Jahn.

Marc Siegel’s Living Archive project was devoted to Ludvig and Trixie Schoenherr but he also was asked by Arsenal Empress Stefanie Schulte Strathaus to put together an Asian program from the Archives when she realized that no other artist had chosen Asia.  Well Marc in his inemitable Catskills style showed every other curator how it is properly done with his Shuji Terayama’s Seductive Cinematic Anarchism.  A packed house of young and old gathered together in absolute grace for this screening of perverse Japanese expanded cinema experimental shorts which ended with the entire audience taking part in a lovely performative moment involving hammer & nails---sublime.

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The Living Archive Festival closes with  Babs, Yves Montand, Jack Nicholson, Daniel Hendrickson, Vaginal Davis, cruisin, flirten, kissen, sexin und dwinken.

And with the wonderful, big footed Mr. kJohnny Blue here in the new filmhighlights-Interview...

Rising Stars Falling Stars - with Vaginal Davis & John Blue - June 2013 by Filmanzeiger on Mixcloud

TA DET SOME EN MAND, FRUE!

LivingArchive  all the way,baby! A sweet rhythmic short subject program of Pragmatische Poetik des Archivs by personable academe Senta Siewert in conversation with Simona Monizza of Eye Film Institute Netherlands  who started her career at George Eastman House in Rochester the last home of Louise Brooks, and our lovely Arsenal Empress Stefanie Schulte Strathaus.  So wonderous seeinig two films by Bruce Conner-Looking For Mushrooms USA 1961 and Mongoloid 1976 featuring the music of my old pal Mark Mothersbaugh of Devo, that Crowleyan legend Kenneth Anger and his 1965 lovesexy krotchworth Kustom Kar Kommandos , Marie Menken’s Lights 1965 and Arabesque for Kenneth Anger 1961, Her Mona, Klaus Telscher 1992, and My Name is Oona, Gunver Nelson 1969. In the steel foyer at the CHEAP Gossip Studio Bar manned by CHEAP school grad Salome Gersche who leaves Berlin for six months to work with a feminist collective in Bolivia.  Spirited conversations abound with celebutants in attendance and filmic royalty in the person of the magnificent  Heide Schlupmann and Carolla Graumann of Frankfurt’s Kino Tech Asta Nielsen, singer Cecile McLawrence Sevant whose new album Woman Child is causing quite a stir in the modern jazz world.  Film historian Marc Siegel, Susanne Sachsse, kJohnny Blue and his hot new ragazza, plus the juicy Markus Ruff and Uli Ziemons.

Took a nice summer respite with the handsome and very hard working Mr. Ziemons in the Tiergarten at the upper Gay Cancer Shelf for an olde fashion picnic in the park.  Lots of gorgons in speedos showing off, a few sex lizard nudists,  and even a bevy of voluptuous young girl supermodels sunning across from us.  Had to leave the park somewhat early in time to be back at Arsenal in Potsdamer Platz and go through security check as US President Barack Obama was spending the night at the Ritz Carleton which is right next door to the Sony Filmhaus which houses Arsenal.  Very weird being surrounded by soldiers with automatic weapons. Barely arrived on time for the second part of South Afrikan mulatto sex champion Darryl Els’ Shifting Grounds: Reflections on National Identity in the Archive. The muscle bound, hairy chested Mr. Els is a he-man of a sensitive curator as topographic hunter/gatherer. A sublime choice of short subjects:  Canadian Pacific, Canada 1974 by David Rimmer, Images of Asian Music:A Diary of Life USA Peter Hutton 1973-74, Girl From Moush, Canada 1993 and Was bleibt? Clarissa Thieme Bosnian and Herzegowina 2009 and the 1989 Bolivian feature film La Nacion Clandestina by Jorge Sanjines, which like the other films gleam with vistas, landscape and treacherous terrain.  La Nacion Clandestina featuring the high glam of the Indigenous Aymara Tribe in the Altiplano high above La Paz who not only wear stunning almost couture like clothing but even their livestock is festooned with Ziegfeldesque headdresses and sparkly accessories.With insightful programming like this its easy to see why M. Els’s  star is rising internationally.

Representing the Darryl Els fanclub: Shai Heredia Arsenal guest curator,Manuel Schubert of Film Highlights Internet Radio Magazine,Annette Schoenholzer ,Art Basel director, Gabrielle Giattini art dealer extroidinaire, artist Yngve Holen, ballet dancer Benjamin Millepied aka: Mr. Natalie Portman and Kristy Faccer the delightful Canuckian significant other of La Els.

POSSESSION OF CRIMINAL TOOLS

Back to Living Archive Festival at Kino Arsenal for the Armenian film presentation with Muzzy Hendrickson and Julian Radlmeier of Chocolate Grinder Productions. This most compelling program presented by curator Marcel Schwierin featured two films from 1969 a short subject of striking imagery and anthemic music which I found very System of a Down, and a feauture film of beautiful tableaux vivant imagery by the persecuted homosexual filmmaker Sergej Paradshonow. The second program of the 1969 Georgian film Pirosmaini by Giorgi Schengelaia about a forlorn painter was quite lovely but somber. I adore the zany Georgian filmmaker Gaga Chkheidze who is this Georgian series' special guest and is the original Lady Gaga who makes the current GaGa look like mushmeal. On Monday Miss Gaga presented her hysterical student short subject from 1979 Atlanti and the Georgian classic of 1930 Dijim Shrante/Salz fuer Swanetien by Michail Kalatosow. This movie  is extroidinaire, but it was odd sitting through a silent film without the musical accompaniment of Eunice Martin. Providing a somewhat musical presence was Angela Anderson’s masterful voice-over reading the English unter titles. 
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I am a little embarrassed to admit this but I was one of those mean girls in high school. I was part of a clique that included a beautiful girl named Jae’mie Burelle who looked like Beyonce but with a super brain. Our leader was Angela Huston who was the neice of soul music legend Marvin Gaye, then came Shelly Harada a Japanese bombshell and classic bitch and Pilar Dominguez a devastatingly stylish and stunning Guetamalan who resembled a perfect mix of Jennifer Lopez and Jessica Alba. Pilar back in the late 70s did a version of the Diane Keaton/Annie Hall look that was so fashion forward and creative that it was a pleasure to see what outfit she would come up with next every day at school. Pilar also was a talented tap dancer and star of many of the Paladian Fine Art Club productions at my high school--LA High, the oldest High School in Southern California. There were a lot of gay boys and lesbians in my high school and they were quite open about their lives. The butch lesbians were fierce and even the boy gangbangers from 18th Street, White Fence, ACDC's,Crips, Bloods and the Filipino gang Satanas were afraid of these hot dykes. I got along very well with all the groups in high school and was friendly to everyone as I was very much The neighborhood oddity plus my mother who everyone called Miss Duplantier was the iron fist in the velvet glove.  My mother never had to raise her voice to anyone as she could give you quite an icy look to show her displeasure and no one wanted to be on the wrong side of Miss Duplantier's thaw.
I didn’t particularly like most of the gay boys in my school who resented that I was so popular with the entire student body and never got picked on or called a faggot, even though I was a recognized queen and super freak and could get away with murder as the ultimate weirdo. I would come to school in drag every day, but not just plain every day drag but elaborate themed costumes.  Sometimes I would wear a regency England outfit straight out of Jane Austin or I’d be a Southern Belle outdoing Scarlette O’Hara. What made me so popular actually was my outfits and wearing them as if it was the most normal thing in the world. I’d even ask my mother’s advice every morning before leaving the house. My mother was an excellent seamstress and helped me concoct my looks that were done on a shoestring budget of 0 dollars as we were dirt poor and would rummage through the trashcans of shops for discard.   My mother also started a community garden by taking over a large vacant lot to plant fresh fruit and veggies for the entire community.  Being a sharecroppers daughter my mother had the greenest of thumbs.
One of our high school guidance counsellors a Miss Judy Mays was the resident fag hag to all the current and former gay student body. Miss Mays would host these slumber parties and what not with her and Mr. Marcello the science teacher who was a Harvey Milk doppleganger but with long hair and male pattern baldness. Mr. Marcello hated me, but that’s another story. Miss Mays wanted me to be part of her little scene of young fags she ruled over but I was too rebellious for that and besides I was already involved in the punk art scene so I had three feet outside of high school and was hanging out with a much older sophisticated group of people. I didn’t realize till years later on Hollywood Blvd on my lunch hour from The LA Weekly when I ran into a girl from my graduating class who told me that the entire school was wrapped up in the very house of my stupidity and that there was all this speculation about my socalled fab life and that I was the source of constant gossip and rhubarb. This girl said that she even followed my exploits after high high reading about me in the gossip section of the LA Weekly called LA DEE DA. I was floored. I also felt guilty that I didn’t remember this girl at all. The only one in the gay clique at my highschool that I talked with was Kenny Bowman who I had known from Berendo Junior High school. In middle school Kenny sometimes would hang out with me and this Chinese boy named Paul Lee and Luis Alfaro who later became an identity politics performance artist and won a MacArthur Genius Award—how he managed to grift that I will never know. 
In high school Kenny and a chunky but funky black/Italian girl named Monica Belutti were the only kids who knew about punk rock and went to clubs like Ginos 2 , Circus and The Sugar Shack. Later Kenny turned into a pre-op transsexual and became the pre-iminent Grace Jones impersonator. He looked more like Grace then Miss Grace or her brother who was also a Grace Jones impersonator. Kenny performed as Grace for years as the star of The Cosmetics Troupe at Some R, Some ARn’t at Peanuts Disco on Santa Monica Blvd at Fairfax in the eastern Russian quartier of West Hollywood . It was at Peanuts that Kenny met the love of his life this muscular,hunky and very masculine cute ginger haired boy from the Midwest. It was love at first sight and Kenny wound up giving up his career at Peanuts and moved to Ohio with his lover and together took over the running of his husband’s family business. Sadly Kenny came down with Mrs. AIDS and died in the mid 1990.

But getting back to my mean girls days. The meanest of our little group was definitely Shelly Harada. Shelly I had known the longest since we had gone to elementary school together and had a definitive love/hate relationship. Shelly was related to the first boy I ever fell madly in love with who was her cousin and my best friend from 1st to 3rd grade. My mother even adored his mother, and my mother wasn’t very friendly with other parents. This boy’s family moved to Japan and I was heartbroken. This boy looked very much like the Japanese American artist Dean Sameshima, which is why I have always had a place in my heart for Dean because he looks so much like my first BFF.

Well Shelly Harada was one wild Japanese girl who was nothing like the stereotype of meek , humble and submissive Asian woman. She ran around with a lot of boys, and I am surprised she didn’t wind up preggers. I was the editor of our high school newspaper called The Blue&White and Shelly was one of my staff members, and boy did we get into some knockout sluggo fights over editorial decisions I made. I was always being undercut by the faculty advisor Mrs. Marcia Grimmer who always took sides with Shelly just to spite me. Mrs. Grimmer thought I was too arbitrary and weird for my own good and wasn’t featuring me most of the time. Shelly was the star of one of my early super 8 films and photographed gorgeously. After high school she went to Cal State Northridge and developed quite the rep with her sexual antics that became even more outlandish in college once she was away from her mother’s supervision. I lost touch with her in my sophomore year at UCLA, and to this day I don’t know what ever became of her. Pilar Dominguez became a top model working for Ungaro in the 80s along with another one of my punk rock friends the beautiful Kathy Foy who is now a nurse. Pilar married some rich guy and is now living the high life in Switzerland. She and her two gorgeous sons came to see me perform in 2008 in Zurich for CHEAP Blacky and in 2009 also in Zurich with Macho Family Romance. Pilar’s sons are mega hunks and inherited amazing bodies and looks from their hot parents. The last time I saw Jae’mie Burelle was in the early 80s at the club Power Tools. She was the same funny self deprecating girl of yore, and came up to me after I performed a set with the glam band Gore Gore Girls. Jai’mie said blonde hair suited me. I recognized her immediately from the stage with her wild Chaka Khan flowing hair in the audience. She looked exactly the same as she did in high school. Haven’t seen or heard from Jai’mie since that night at Power Tools in the mid 1980s at the Park Plaza Hotel in MacArthur Park. It was the night that New York artist Keith Haring got into a fight with one of his Puerto Rican lovers named Juan over some hot Mexican dude Keith was flirting with.

Don’t know what ever became of Angela Huston who was very sophisticated and classy and after high school was always dating rich sexy Jewish men, so I guess she probably married one of them. When Marvin Gaye’s father killed him I ran into Angela near our old South Central LA nieghborhood, and that was the last time I saw her coming out of a Mercedes Benz dressed aces high going into a liquor store.

Its funny how our little mean girl clique had so much power. Even the teachers and administrators bowed down to us. The only one who made fun of others in the group was Shelly Harada who was like I said the ultimate bitch. We all had falling outs with her many times, but she would say something funny and get back into our good graces. The only one in school who ever challenged our authority as the mean girl hierarchy was this very good looking tall and muscular black boy in my AP classes named Fulton Caldwell. I had a secret crush on him. Fulton was actually a smart jock on the track , basketball and swim teams. I hate sports but even went to see Fulton in a swimming match just to see him fill out his speedos. Another boy on the swim team was this gorgeous Mexican boy named Rueben Guevara who could have become a movie star and was much better looking then John Travolta in his prime. Rueben looked very much like Travolta with his shiny dark hair, red full pillow lips and pale skin.

Back to Fulton Caldwell he was not having me and my mean girl clique, and was quite clever in the way he tried to override our power in the school. I had to give him credit where credit was due. Fulton never liked me, but he did respect me because I got good grades and I think he secretly could tell there was more to me then just being some popular person who lived only for their popularity. Fulton’s was best friends with Stanton Lewis who was the school dreamboat, a light skindidid brother with green eyes, the broadest shoulders and the best body you’ve ever seen on a teenage boy. Stanton looked like a black surfer boy and was sweet and very personable. After high school he went to a historical black college along with Rourke Brown who was also a light skinned black boy who was a bit of a campus cutup and dressed like someone from the 1920s but he wasn’t consciencely being retro. Everyone in Rourke Brown’s family had this look from the 1920s. His sisters all looked like Betty Boop and his brothers looked like Cab Callaway or Duke Ellington. It was very odd. Rourke was always wearing a newsboy cap and pants with suspenders and wing tipped shows, and shirts with cufflinks. He had a great style, but didn’t think anything of it. Both Stanton and Rourke liked me and so that prevented Fulton from just dismissing me altogether. One time in AP History with an award winning teacher at our school who had a PhD named Dr. Feinstein, Fulton and I got into quite a serious and heated debate on religion that really rocked the classroom and Dr. Feinstein being the good educator that he was just let us argue it out. Both Dr. Feinstein and Fulton Caldwell were really impressed with my knowledge and ability to quote bible versus and text from heart. This freakish ability of mine for memorization of the strangest things took the entired class by hook and by crook. Well I had to thank my years in Theocratic Ministry School where I also committed to memory bits of Hebrew and Greek. So funny that years later I would use some of this in my performance persona of the Right Reverend Saint Salicia Tate. To this day I can’t believe what possessed me to go off like I did that day in class I was like some speed preaching religious zealot version of Camille Paglia.