THE JOYLESS GOOD LUCK STREET
Greta Garbo night was a gavling successtra. Lots of ladies looking very Garboesque. The boys of the punk band Green Day were in town and wanted to do a couple of tin pan alley songs, and told me they had some great outfits. So of course i kept it a big secret that they were going to be my special guests. Word must have gotten out because there were tons of people. The boys did come by but were way too tired to peform and came after 1am. They will be in LA for a while so the surprise show may take place in the not so distant future. I hope so.
Everyone was getting so drunk and horndoggy Friday. Lots of love connections were made. My sizzling taxi dancers Summer Peaches of Augusta, Georgia and Jason El Norte of Mexico City were raising the crowds libidos. I performed a little burlesque number to the strains of CC Rider, with my spicy beef curtains flapping in the breezus.
Lots of big wigs abounding. Sweet and demure "Tarnation" director Jonathan Caouette with power publicist and sometime actor and bon vivant, the great and glorious Mickey Cottrell(My Own Private Idaho) gentle producer Steven Winters, award winning film editor and juicy juicer Brian Katz(I'd sure like to munch on that bung hole) along with Programming godesses Outfest's luscious Kirsten Schaffer, Sundances tantalizing Shari Frilot, Outfest Executive Director Stephen "Twee" Guitwillig, AIDS czar Ferd Eggen, Samuel French's Marc Simon, with his boyfriend co-hort and UCLA film preservationist David Pendleton, Mean Mommy of the Cheap Beer Club, Steak of Steakhause Productions, The Cabinet of Curiosity, art historian Robert Summers, legendary Afro Sisters Urethra Franklin and Clitoris Turner, Ventura's Dora of Wilde Planet and a host of other luminaries to numerous to mention. Wowza
Saturday, October 16, 2004
Friday, October 15, 2004
CABEZA DE VACA
I'm going to be swamped with work in the next few weeks. Besides preparing for Visions of Excess in the Balkans, I'm going to be working as a radio presenter for NPR and viewing movies submitted to the Sundance Film Festival.
For your pleasure i reproduce a loving email sent from one of my best girlfriends the Canadian auteur Bruce "Judy" LaBruce.
***
oh vaginal. i don’t know. i just saw Dig. it’s so depressing that mediocrity always rises to the top. i really hate well adjusted, successful people, especially when they play rock n roll. i don’t mean to be negative, but there you have it. i mean i like courtney courtney taylor taylor, but still. what’s that woody allen line about not being able to have a good time if you know that there’s even one person starving on the other side of the world? that’s how i feel all the time. anyway, the reason i’m writing is because i forgot to tell you that i had candy and naushad who just got back from africa over last night to watch the night gallery entire first season on dvd that i’d rented and there was this one episode with raymond massey and.... barry brown. it’s the first time i’ve seen barry without a beard since flesh. he looked really skinny and cool. raymond massey played a big game hunter who is really peeved that he has this milquetoast, milksop son who wears a peace button and doesn’t want to kill anything. he calls him every code word for homosexual in the book, and barry brown just looks at him with those big brown eyes. then he makes barry go deer hunting with him and forces him to shoot a deer, but he can’t do it, so old raymond tries to grab the rifle he’s holding and barry just ends up shooting the deer through the lungs and it suffers and bleeds and they have to chase it for four hours to kill it. so when they get back to the estate, barry is devestated but the extremely hot black african servant who’s into black magic who came back to america with old raymond massey the great white hunter to protect cute barry from him puts a hot voodoo curse on vieux raymond (who of course played james dean’s father in east of eden, and who is of course canadian) and the next thing you know mr. massey’s head ends up on the trophy wall along with the gazelles and lions and tigresses and his other trophy heads. it’s actually very chilling. my favourite episode so far, though, is the one with joanna pettet of the group fame who plays a dreamy young woman caught forever in a slow-motion, fashion-wind recurring dream. she’s so shot. xxx blab
Oh and another letter from my sweet pal Billy Miller of Straight to Hell/Manhattan Review of Unnatural Acts
Vanigina,
yo.
i hear ya about killin' the rich.whenever i meet rich people...oh well...quess you know what i'm sayin', just a waste of space here to go on about that.the main problem as i see it is that as soon as you me or anybody else gets some of that money, you feel different about things.and over time we would just end up being some version of them...don't ya think?ever notice how when you put some old lady behind the wheel of a car that where she was meek and timid before, all of a sudden she's cutting people off and acting all aggressive and whatnot?it's like they say: "Power corrupts, and Absolute Power corrupts Absolutely."in my case if i had lots of money, i honestly don't know how i'd define myself, as i wouldn't know where to stand on lots of things.guess i'd try to be generous and most of all use it to realise certain ideas, but knowing me, i'd prolly get at least a little grand along the way.i've tried in my own podunk way to be cheap version of fancy that in the end is just me trying to imitate rich people in some way, truth be told.
don't want to go back to the -bare light bulb, bathroom in a closet - apartments that i grew up in that's for sure. talking about riding the bus... when i lived in Detroit (and lots of people have written about the similarities between Detroit's car culture and the S. CA. thing) i took buses every day for year after year and am sure that my ideas about the world and society were formed watching and listening to people on the bus.here i take the train or walk or hitch rides from my Jersey City homies...it's similar, but not exactly the same thing as staring out of the bus -which never had as many people on it as here, for one thing, and everyone was from the lower class too -unlike here on public transportation where it's this mix of everything and lots of tourists (which we never saw in Motown.)
that movie "8 Mile" gives you a pretty realistic impression of some of that...although Eminem still came from the white side of 8 Mile (which is the main city/suburban dividing street) and when i was a kid i would have thought that a trailer park (where he grew up) was maybe, if not fancy, then at least cooler and less -something- than the places where we lived.you maybe have had some similar experiences as i have of meeting middle and upper class people for the first time in your teens and early twenties and being excited about the kinds of things that they were into, but then way later feeling like theywere...something else...and yet not fitting into the kinds of scenes that your friends from back in the day in the hood were into either, and developing a life long ambiquity about those kinds of things.but at some point we figured out how to deal with it on some level and....
being "white trash" is odd coz when you put on the uniform you just become that in everyone else's eyes (unlike being a supposed "person of color", where they tend to still not want to let you into the club even after you've tried to do it their way)....only i don't know how to work that exactly...so i end up being a middle class white fag who hates gays and so-called straights equally and tries to act like somebody that's rich, only hates rich people and then bitches about it to the point that it is totally meaningless and i don't know what i am.
i do think that people of color should have started killing rich white people when they had the chance -by that i mean the late 60s early 70s when they had a sizeable movement and united public sentiment behind them.not that i think that if the leaders of said movement finally took power that they would end up being that much different in the long run than those that they might dipose, but at least it would have brought a new cast in and some much needed..."color".all of this is not to say that i don't know that things need to be changed and that there aren't better ways of doing things and that solutions to many of these kinds of problems are possible...it's just that it's necessary to safeguard against just adding to the mess and realizing that.....o.k...now i'd better stop, coz i feel a rant a comin' on here.but here's a final thought, how weird was it that the leaders of the Black Panther Party were so sexy and had so much style?part Left Bank existentialist, part Afro biker, part Beatnik hipster and all Kool.i mean Huey Newtown and Angela Davis could have been movie stars or pop idols with those looks.accident or unconcious divine plan.imagine if Huey had looked like Al Roker (the news guy)...would it have turned out the same way...?
look for some more CDs soon,
yorn,
-billlleee
I'm going to be swamped with work in the next few weeks. Besides preparing for Visions of Excess in the Balkans, I'm going to be working as a radio presenter for NPR and viewing movies submitted to the Sundance Film Festival.
For your pleasure i reproduce a loving email sent from one of my best girlfriends the Canadian auteur Bruce "Judy" LaBruce.
***
oh vaginal. i don’t know. i just saw Dig. it’s so depressing that mediocrity always rises to the top. i really hate well adjusted, successful people, especially when they play rock n roll. i don’t mean to be negative, but there you have it. i mean i like courtney courtney taylor taylor, but still. what’s that woody allen line about not being able to have a good time if you know that there’s even one person starving on the other side of the world? that’s how i feel all the time. anyway, the reason i’m writing is because i forgot to tell you that i had candy and naushad who just got back from africa over last night to watch the night gallery entire first season on dvd that i’d rented and there was this one episode with raymond massey and.... barry brown. it’s the first time i’ve seen barry without a beard since flesh. he looked really skinny and cool. raymond massey played a big game hunter who is really peeved that he has this milquetoast, milksop son who wears a peace button and doesn’t want to kill anything. he calls him every code word for homosexual in the book, and barry brown just looks at him with those big brown eyes. then he makes barry go deer hunting with him and forces him to shoot a deer, but he can’t do it, so old raymond tries to grab the rifle he’s holding and barry just ends up shooting the deer through the lungs and it suffers and bleeds and they have to chase it for four hours to kill it. so when they get back to the estate, barry is devestated but the extremely hot black african servant who’s into black magic who came back to america with old raymond massey the great white hunter to protect cute barry from him puts a hot voodoo curse on vieux raymond (who of course played james dean’s father in east of eden, and who is of course canadian) and the next thing you know mr. massey’s head ends up on the trophy wall along with the gazelles and lions and tigresses and his other trophy heads. it’s actually very chilling. my favourite episode so far, though, is the one with joanna pettet of the group fame who plays a dreamy young woman caught forever in a slow-motion, fashion-wind recurring dream. she’s so shot. xxx blab
Oh and another letter from my sweet pal Billy Miller of Straight to Hell/Manhattan Review of Unnatural Acts
Vanigina,
yo.
i hear ya about killin' the rich.whenever i meet rich people...oh well...quess you know what i'm sayin', just a waste of space here to go on about that.the main problem as i see it is that as soon as you me or anybody else gets some of that money, you feel different about things.and over time we would just end up being some version of them...don't ya think?ever notice how when you put some old lady behind the wheel of a car that where she was meek and timid before, all of a sudden she's cutting people off and acting all aggressive and whatnot?it's like they say: "Power corrupts, and Absolute Power corrupts Absolutely."in my case if i had lots of money, i honestly don't know how i'd define myself, as i wouldn't know where to stand on lots of things.guess i'd try to be generous and most of all use it to realise certain ideas, but knowing me, i'd prolly get at least a little grand along the way.i've tried in my own podunk way to be cheap version of fancy that in the end is just me trying to imitate rich people in some way, truth be told.
don't want to go back to the -bare light bulb, bathroom in a closet - apartments that i grew up in that's for sure. talking about riding the bus... when i lived in Detroit (and lots of people have written about the similarities between Detroit's car culture and the S. CA. thing) i took buses every day for year after year and am sure that my ideas about the world and society were formed watching and listening to people on the bus.here i take the train or walk or hitch rides from my Jersey City homies...it's similar, but not exactly the same thing as staring out of the bus -which never had as many people on it as here, for one thing, and everyone was from the lower class too -unlike here on public transportation where it's this mix of everything and lots of tourists (which we never saw in Motown.)
that movie "8 Mile" gives you a pretty realistic impression of some of that...although Eminem still came from the white side of 8 Mile (which is the main city/suburban dividing street) and when i was a kid i would have thought that a trailer park (where he grew up) was maybe, if not fancy, then at least cooler and less -something- than the places where we lived.you maybe have had some similar experiences as i have of meeting middle and upper class people for the first time in your teens and early twenties and being excited about the kinds of things that they were into, but then way later feeling like theywere...something else...and yet not fitting into the kinds of scenes that your friends from back in the day in the hood were into either, and developing a life long ambiquity about those kinds of things.but at some point we figured out how to deal with it on some level and....
being "white trash" is odd coz when you put on the uniform you just become that in everyone else's eyes (unlike being a supposed "person of color", where they tend to still not want to let you into the club even after you've tried to do it their way)....only i don't know how to work that exactly...so i end up being a middle class white fag who hates gays and so-called straights equally and tries to act like somebody that's rich, only hates rich people and then bitches about it to the point that it is totally meaningless and i don't know what i am.
i do think that people of color should have started killing rich white people when they had the chance -by that i mean the late 60s early 70s when they had a sizeable movement and united public sentiment behind them.not that i think that if the leaders of said movement finally took power that they would end up being that much different in the long run than those that they might dipose, but at least it would have brought a new cast in and some much needed..."color".all of this is not to say that i don't know that things need to be changed and that there aren't better ways of doing things and that solutions to many of these kinds of problems are possible...it's just that it's necessary to safeguard against just adding to the mess and realizing that.....o.k...now i'd better stop, coz i feel a rant a comin' on here.but here's a final thought, how weird was it that the leaders of the Black Panther Party were so sexy and had so much style?part Left Bank existentialist, part Afro biker, part Beatnik hipster and all Kool.i mean Huey Newtown and Angela Davis could have been movie stars or pop idols with those looks.accident or unconcious divine plan.imagine if Huey had looked like Al Roker (the news guy)...would it have turned out the same way...?
look for some more CDs soon,
yorn,
-billlleee
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
PARTISAN PLACEBO
I'm sleeping with the enemy. I feel so Maria Schriver. Yes i've been getting down and dirty with a very conservative, well known Republican from Orange County. He can't seem to get enough of my nappy dugout, and lives for my garden cole slaw salad. I'm sorry but Republicans just do it better then tired democrats. I know I'm a traitor to the cause, but i can't help it. A girl has got to get her gnut. I'm not the only one. Another one of my radical left New York girlfriends is getting plowed left and right by a hard bodied elephantal. Maybe we're leading a new trend.
WHARY J. BLIGE
Wonderful hunky Cesar Vega, brought me a cute fridge for my studio. Now i can have cold drinks while i'm working on projects. And boy do i have a milion of them. I've reconnected with my former Dutch editor Rebecca Voight who is now the English language editrix of Zoo, and I'm happy to report that I'll be doing a bunch of articles for them and some other publications based on the continent. U.S. magazines don't understand me.
Also got word that I'll be going to Glasgow, Scotland the home of Ewan McGregor, Bis and Belle & Sebastiane to perform for the New Moves Festival.
The University of Washington in Seattle also contacted me and want me for their winter semester in January. I haven't been to the Pacific Northwest since the Notorious C.H.O. tour in 2001 so i'm really looking forward to chugging on some hot rainy wanks.
I'm sleeping with the enemy. I feel so Maria Schriver. Yes i've been getting down and dirty with a very conservative, well known Republican from Orange County. He can't seem to get enough of my nappy dugout, and lives for my garden cole slaw salad. I'm sorry but Republicans just do it better then tired democrats. I know I'm a traitor to the cause, but i can't help it. A girl has got to get her gnut. I'm not the only one. Another one of my radical left New York girlfriends is getting plowed left and right by a hard bodied elephantal. Maybe we're leading a new trend.
WHARY J. BLIGE
Wonderful hunky Cesar Vega, brought me a cute fridge for my studio. Now i can have cold drinks while i'm working on projects. And boy do i have a milion of them. I've reconnected with my former Dutch editor Rebecca Voight who is now the English language editrix of Zoo, and I'm happy to report that I'll be doing a bunch of articles for them and some other publications based on the continent. U.S. magazines don't understand me.
Also got word that I'll be going to Glasgow, Scotland the home of Ewan McGregor, Bis and Belle & Sebastiane to perform for the New Moves Festival.
The University of Washington in Seattle also contacted me and want me for their winter semester in January. I haven't been to the Pacific Northwest since the Notorious C.H.O. tour in 2001 so i'm really looking forward to chugging on some hot rainy wanks.
Monday, October 11, 2004
I'LL TAKE MANHATTAN
Love hearing from my Aussie journalista friend living in Nuyorka. His emugs always bring me cheer.
***
New York film interns are an awkward arrogant, fear laced, ego force to be reckoned with. I mean, you should see how they lurch around the office and do that gasping laugh geeks do about how clever they're being with their 40 word synopsis pieces about some Brittany Murphy film. In the 16 months I've been ehre they've never once said hello. I gave up trying after 6 months.
Out wouldn't publish my Dude manifesto article - even though it's built that have 6 photos of hot surfers all over it. They wanted less analysis, more humour and it had to be attached to a book or a film.
I did a photo shoot with Amanda Lepore last night where I directed the whole thing because I just wrote a personality profile on her. We got her naked except for stilettos walking down the hall of her hotel and posing naked on some run down old industrial stairs in the Village. She has no reaction to anything. I told her that and she didn't react.
So - me, the photographer and the stylist are going to hopefully work together on these celeb profiles of interesting underground people where I write about their personalities and living space, the photographer shoots them in their apartment and the stylist gets any kind of high fashion couture we want and then throws the celeb into the clothes and orchestrates a setting.
Then we're going to sell it to Milan and the UK and Australia. American wouldn't touch it because even though it still is sustainably commercial it's too conceptual. It's Ruby Wax/Barbara Walters meets high end fashion and edgy severe imagery but with no anchor in film. Autralia have already bought the articles in advance anyway - they said I can do 2 out of every 3 months. I did Musto, Lepore, I want to do Harvey Fierstein, I want to do Randy Harrison and I want to do YOU honey.
But I've got to get to LA to do it. I was thinking of you for Blue magazine but I really fucking don't like them. they're very unprofessional and Blue is dating fast.
Love hearing from my Aussie journalista friend living in Nuyorka. His emugs always bring me cheer.
***
New York film interns are an awkward arrogant, fear laced, ego force to be reckoned with. I mean, you should see how they lurch around the office and do that gasping laugh geeks do about how clever they're being with their 40 word synopsis pieces about some Brittany Murphy film. In the 16 months I've been ehre they've never once said hello. I gave up trying after 6 months.
Out wouldn't publish my Dude manifesto article - even though it's built that have 6 photos of hot surfers all over it. They wanted less analysis, more humour and it had to be attached to a book or a film.
I did a photo shoot with Amanda Lepore last night where I directed the whole thing because I just wrote a personality profile on her. We got her naked except for stilettos walking down the hall of her hotel and posing naked on some run down old industrial stairs in the Village. She has no reaction to anything. I told her that and she didn't react.
So - me, the photographer and the stylist are going to hopefully work together on these celeb profiles of interesting underground people where I write about their personalities and living space, the photographer shoots them in their apartment and the stylist gets any kind of high fashion couture we want and then throws the celeb into the clothes and orchestrates a setting.
Then we're going to sell it to Milan and the UK and Australia. American wouldn't touch it because even though it still is sustainably commercial it's too conceptual. It's Ruby Wax/Barbara Walters meets high end fashion and edgy severe imagery but with no anchor in film. Autralia have already bought the articles in advance anyway - they said I can do 2 out of every 3 months. I did Musto, Lepore, I want to do Harvey Fierstein, I want to do Randy Harrison and I want to do YOU honey.
But I've got to get to LA to do it. I was thinking of you for Blue magazine but I really fucking don't like them. they're very unprofessional and Blue is dating fast.
Sunday, October 10, 2004
THE BIG RED ONE
I adore Billy Miller of Straight to Hell. He is the ultimate doll. Here's a little enote i just received from him:
Dearest One,
heidi ho.
sent the re-re-done (and hopefully final) version of Doowackamuthafukindoo Deux Redo out the other day.
only thing i'm not totally sure of is the ending as it's hard to do a last song using that 20s-30s stuff as they usually end the song so abruptly.
will have another installment in the series -either "The Sophisticated 20s" or "The Raunchy 20s" done in a week or so.
and will make sure it's really done before sending.
did you know that the reason that recorded music before 1927-28 sounds so tinny and like it was recorded through a wall is that in the late '20s they invented a new recording technology that picked up a fuller spectrum of sound...so everything before that don't sound too good, which is why many artists re-recorded their stuff after that (and it usually sounded way better when they did.)
if you were to have heard the music performed live at the time it would have sounded pretty much the same as it would now, but when they recorded it with the older equipment it sounded weak in comparison to the recordings that were possible to do later.
Some of the earliest recordings (on wax cylinders for instance) sounded weak partly because of the playback technology and sometimes they can now pick up a lot more sound on those old recordings with digital technology...so occasionally they've found old cylinders that now sound 100 per cent better nowdays than they did to folks back in the day.
saw a pre-code movie on cable the other day...some of those are real eye openers and suprise you with the occasional realness and freakiness.
it weird that out there on that coast everyone is so celebrity obsessed (they are here too i quess but it's not all movie and tv and not so exclusive and class specific as out there) and i was reminded that the 20s was really when that virus took hold.
i love movies, but movie stars are like so much cattle wearing designer clothes to me...whenever i see one of the new batch of tv fashion/design expert fags on cable i cringe...clowns are an easy sell to the network executives i quess...this one called Steven Cojucoojew (or something like that) even wrote a book about his standing around in front of openings called "Red Carpet Diaries" wherein he talks about such weighty subjects as who does and doesn't "give" when they're walking into an event -is that deep or what (?).
here, everyone is an ARTIST (read S.l.a.c.k.e.r.) which is sometimes even worse than being a "star" as it means that they're on some kind of higher plane of existence (at least in thier own minds) that is beyond ordinary mortals.
no one can say that they are a waitress or apartment painter (or like me: lazy disfunctional whatever-comes-along doer) which makes me feel bad for all the millions of people who think or used to think that those were worthwhile and fullfilling -and perfectly noble- occupations.
quess someday everybody will be an Artist, which has at least provided us with one reason to not want to live forever.
Saw Angela Davis on a cable show where they interview book people the other day.
girlfriend is still the bomb.
have been aware of and read some of her essays about what she calls "the industrial prison complex" which she discussed.
as well as bringing up the possiblities of other kinds of "democracies" than the American brand, which is now indisdingishable from capitalism.
she still seems to be some kind of a Marxist which is the one area where i differ in opinion with her...(wrote her a letter expressing my concerns about that as a matter of fact.)
she's not the sexy beauty she once was, but even more perceptive and focused.
what impresses me the most tho is her reserve and deference.
she never comes off angry or preachy or more-informed-than-thou.
always paced and even soft at times, yet percise.
she's to the point yet considerate of the other person's feelings and point of view.
an ongoing role model for anyone who has the humility and smartness to see.
she is a real honest-to-god SOUL SISTA.
went way over my usual 7 line limit here so...
wuv,
-bilwee
BURCU'S ANGELS
Bricktops Way Down East, Lillian Gish celebra sparkled. Andrew screened D.W. Griffiths "Intolerance" and the clubgoers were transfixed by it. The images are startling and all the different sepia tones are really striking.
Lots of handsome young men in attendance. Of course the Ditty Bops were exceptional. Those girls just embody the spirit of the club and their "Am I Blue? Theme was perfect.
Our taxi dancer Summer Peaches of Augusta Georgia sure was causing all the straight boys major tent pitching. Her revealing wardrobe had their tongues glued to the floor. A cute boy was celebrating his birthday and i pulled down his pants and took a bite of his globular buttocks cheeks. Well a girl has to get a little something sometime.
Now what are all these blasphemous rumours about me and Billy Jo of Green Day having an affair. I guess the National Enquirer ran a picture of us kissing, but that photo was really very very innocent. Believe me i am not interested in him in the least. He's way too short. Please you internet geeks stop spreading this nonsense. All you have to do is ask me who I'm sleeping with and I'll gladly tell you.
One person who came to Bricktops friday that I'd love to roll around in the proverbial hay with is Benoit Vuitton, the heir to the Vuitton empire. He came with french philosopher icon Bernard-Henri Levy, who started to put the make on pretty designer Shauna Leone who had her Prohibition Boutique set up in the foyer. Both girls and guys were buying her garters and fancy headbands. Between Summer Peaches and Shauna, it was hard for a girl to get a little attention from the men. Writer, nerd Dave Eggers was also going gaga for Shauna, but i think she prefered Dustin Hoffman's DJ son Jake Hoffman who came into the DJ booth asking me about a Tiger Lillies song i played. The Tiger Lillies are coming to LA and will perform at the tired Knitting Factory. Boy do i hate that venue.
Had a sweet discussion with art Historian and professor Robert Summers. He got fired from his teaching job because he showed one of my experimental films to his class. Boy, am i ever controvertial. Robert's handsome boyfriend the art photog Matt Lipps was causing all the girls in the room including some Velvet Hammer dancers to breath pretty heavy. Matt is dream divine. Also Jason El Norte of Mexico City is a major female trap, even the actor Dominick West, wearing hardly anything could take away the ladies attentions.
I adore Billy Miller of Straight to Hell. He is the ultimate doll. Here's a little enote i just received from him:
Dearest One,
heidi ho.
sent the re-re-done (and hopefully final) version of Doowackamuthafukindoo Deux Redo out the other day.
only thing i'm not totally sure of is the ending as it's hard to do a last song using that 20s-30s stuff as they usually end the song so abruptly.
will have another installment in the series -either "The Sophisticated 20s" or "The Raunchy 20s" done in a week or so.
and will make sure it's really done before sending.
did you know that the reason that recorded music before 1927-28 sounds so tinny and like it was recorded through a wall is that in the late '20s they invented a new recording technology that picked up a fuller spectrum of sound...so everything before that don't sound too good, which is why many artists re-recorded their stuff after that (and it usually sounded way better when they did.)
if you were to have heard the music performed live at the time it would have sounded pretty much the same as it would now, but when they recorded it with the older equipment it sounded weak in comparison to the recordings that were possible to do later.
Some of the earliest recordings (on wax cylinders for instance) sounded weak partly because of the playback technology and sometimes they can now pick up a lot more sound on those old recordings with digital technology...so occasionally they've found old cylinders that now sound 100 per cent better nowdays than they did to folks back in the day.
saw a pre-code movie on cable the other day...some of those are real eye openers and suprise you with the occasional realness and freakiness.
it weird that out there on that coast everyone is so celebrity obsessed (they are here too i quess but it's not all movie and tv and not so exclusive and class specific as out there) and i was reminded that the 20s was really when that virus took hold.
i love movies, but movie stars are like so much cattle wearing designer clothes to me...whenever i see one of the new batch of tv fashion/design expert fags on cable i cringe...clowns are an easy sell to the network executives i quess...this one called Steven Cojucoojew (or something like that) even wrote a book about his standing around in front of openings called "Red Carpet Diaries" wherein he talks about such weighty subjects as who does and doesn't "give" when they're walking into an event -is that deep or what (?).
here, everyone is an ARTIST (read S.l.a.c.k.e.r.) which is sometimes even worse than being a "star" as it means that they're on some kind of higher plane of existence (at least in thier own minds) that is beyond ordinary mortals.
no one can say that they are a waitress or apartment painter (or like me: lazy disfunctional whatever-comes-along doer) which makes me feel bad for all the millions of people who think or used to think that those were worthwhile and fullfilling -and perfectly noble- occupations.
quess someday everybody will be an Artist, which has at least provided us with one reason to not want to live forever.
Saw Angela Davis on a cable show where they interview book people the other day.
girlfriend is still the bomb.
have been aware of and read some of her essays about what she calls "the industrial prison complex" which she discussed.
as well as bringing up the possiblities of other kinds of "democracies" than the American brand, which is now indisdingishable from capitalism.
she still seems to be some kind of a Marxist which is the one area where i differ in opinion with her...(wrote her a letter expressing my concerns about that as a matter of fact.)
she's not the sexy beauty she once was, but even more perceptive and focused.
what impresses me the most tho is her reserve and deference.
she never comes off angry or preachy or more-informed-than-thou.
always paced and even soft at times, yet percise.
she's to the point yet considerate of the other person's feelings and point of view.
an ongoing role model for anyone who has the humility and smartness to see.
she is a real honest-to-god SOUL SISTA.
went way over my usual 7 line limit here so...
wuv,
-bilwee
BURCU'S ANGELS
Bricktops Way Down East, Lillian Gish celebra sparkled. Andrew screened D.W. Griffiths "Intolerance" and the clubgoers were transfixed by it. The images are startling and all the different sepia tones are really striking.
Lots of handsome young men in attendance. Of course the Ditty Bops were exceptional. Those girls just embody the spirit of the club and their "Am I Blue? Theme was perfect.
Our taxi dancer Summer Peaches of Augusta Georgia sure was causing all the straight boys major tent pitching. Her revealing wardrobe had their tongues glued to the floor. A cute boy was celebrating his birthday and i pulled down his pants and took a bite of his globular buttocks cheeks. Well a girl has to get a little something sometime.
Now what are all these blasphemous rumours about me and Billy Jo of Green Day having an affair. I guess the National Enquirer ran a picture of us kissing, but that photo was really very very innocent. Believe me i am not interested in him in the least. He's way too short. Please you internet geeks stop spreading this nonsense. All you have to do is ask me who I'm sleeping with and I'll gladly tell you.
One person who came to Bricktops friday that I'd love to roll around in the proverbial hay with is Benoit Vuitton, the heir to the Vuitton empire. He came with french philosopher icon Bernard-Henri Levy, who started to put the make on pretty designer Shauna Leone who had her Prohibition Boutique set up in the foyer. Both girls and guys were buying her garters and fancy headbands. Between Summer Peaches and Shauna, it was hard for a girl to get a little attention from the men. Writer, nerd Dave Eggers was also going gaga for Shauna, but i think she prefered Dustin Hoffman's DJ son Jake Hoffman who came into the DJ booth asking me about a Tiger Lillies song i played. The Tiger Lillies are coming to LA and will perform at the tired Knitting Factory. Boy do i hate that venue.
Had a sweet discussion with art Historian and professor Robert Summers. He got fired from his teaching job because he showed one of my experimental films to his class. Boy, am i ever controvertial. Robert's handsome boyfriend the art photog Matt Lipps was causing all the girls in the room including some Velvet Hammer dancers to breath pretty heavy. Matt is dream divine. Also Jason El Norte of Mexico City is a major female trap, even the actor Dominick West, wearing hardly anything could take away the ladies attentions.
Monday, October 04, 2004
QUIZOOLA
Note to ladyself: pick up a copy of the novel Une Vielle Maitresse by Barbey d'Aureuilly.
Bricktops Lee Miller salute was a resounding smash. The Ditty Bops are back as the October visiting artists in residency and they performed au natureul. Lots of dignataries abounded that evening. One of my favorite controversial french directrices Catherine Breillat whose new flick Anatomy of Hell, i can't wait to see. I saw her other film, "Romance" and loved it. Also chatted with hot young german actor Daniel Bruhl(Good-Bye Lenin) who is living in LA now. He knows a lot of my Berlin friends. Daniel was getting cozy with sexy movement artist Jean Spinosa and designer Shauna Leone who was wearing an amazing Little Bo Peep outfit. Regulars Don Spiro and Augusta were their usual charming selves and Velvet Hammer stage manager Dirty James was looking very handsome and robust. I almost didn't recognize Victor Rasuk, the sizzling young star of Raising Victor Vargas. He's living in LA now preparing for his role as skateboarding legend Tony Alva. Victor was very much taken by our taxi dancer Summer Peaches of Augusta, Georgia. So was Jailbait Velasquez, the husband of punk rock legend Alice Bag who was in a playful, frisky mood.
The next night i was back at the parlour for the early evening LA premiere of Rosa Negra a telenovella produced, directed and starring Viva Ruiz. I adore Miss Viva. She is a downtown legend, one of the house of domination, jackie 60 girls and was also in the punk sex band Thrust with Kelly Webb.
The event was produced by Bryan Rabin, who was looking very handsome. The tela novela also stars tranny superstar Sophia LeMarr, latin fanclub's porn papi Tiger Tyson and comic Marga Gomez. Howie Pyro was the DJ playing a great eclectic mix of tunes. I was exhausted but had a good time.
Sunday with Jason El Norte as my escort i went to the west coast Guido menswear fashion show at the Hotel Figueroa. The boys were pretty hot looking, but only one had a bountiful buttocks. The only free drinks - champagne and no food except tortilla chips, which in my book doth not a good party make. But Riley Moore was DJ-ing and i adore her.
The best thing about the fashion show was there was little attitude among the guests. It was pretty comfy and low key and the hotel is lovely. My fav outfit was a pink micro cord gigolo suit. At the new york show, one of the Gotti grandkids modeled adding Guido realness, the rep was telling me how awful he looked, but in the video he looked fine to me, he was wearing his own Diesel jeans, but he has that requisite Staten Island suburban look that i love--part choirboy/part hustler. And his swagger was better then the professional models. Also ran into Clint Catalyst who quit working for Tyra Banks' TV show, Jeremy from In Style Magazine, Billy Patchen of the infamous Patchen Bros and 99 Fuck You. He was hanging with Charlie of the band Rex Aquarium and Brian O'Keefe of the underground hit record "New York is So Cool"
Note to ladyself: pick up a copy of the novel Une Vielle Maitresse by Barbey d'Aureuilly.
Bricktops Lee Miller salute was a resounding smash. The Ditty Bops are back as the October visiting artists in residency and they performed au natureul. Lots of dignataries abounded that evening. One of my favorite controversial french directrices Catherine Breillat whose new flick Anatomy of Hell, i can't wait to see. I saw her other film, "Romance" and loved it. Also chatted with hot young german actor Daniel Bruhl(Good-Bye Lenin) who is living in LA now. He knows a lot of my Berlin friends. Daniel was getting cozy with sexy movement artist Jean Spinosa and designer Shauna Leone who was wearing an amazing Little Bo Peep outfit. Regulars Don Spiro and Augusta were their usual charming selves and Velvet Hammer stage manager Dirty James was looking very handsome and robust. I almost didn't recognize Victor Rasuk, the sizzling young star of Raising Victor Vargas. He's living in LA now preparing for his role as skateboarding legend Tony Alva. Victor was very much taken by our taxi dancer Summer Peaches of Augusta, Georgia. So was Jailbait Velasquez, the husband of punk rock legend Alice Bag who was in a playful, frisky mood.
The next night i was back at the parlour for the early evening LA premiere of Rosa Negra a telenovella produced, directed and starring Viva Ruiz. I adore Miss Viva. She is a downtown legend, one of the house of domination, jackie 60 girls and was also in the punk sex band Thrust with Kelly Webb.
The event was produced by Bryan Rabin, who was looking very handsome. The tela novela also stars tranny superstar Sophia LeMarr, latin fanclub's porn papi Tiger Tyson and comic Marga Gomez. Howie Pyro was the DJ playing a great eclectic mix of tunes. I was exhausted but had a good time.
Sunday with Jason El Norte as my escort i went to the west coast Guido menswear fashion show at the Hotel Figueroa. The boys were pretty hot looking, but only one had a bountiful buttocks. The only free drinks - champagne and no food except tortilla chips, which in my book doth not a good party make. But Riley Moore was DJ-ing and i adore her.
The best thing about the fashion show was there was little attitude among the guests. It was pretty comfy and low key and the hotel is lovely. My fav outfit was a pink micro cord gigolo suit. At the new york show, one of the Gotti grandkids modeled adding Guido realness, the rep was telling me how awful he looked, but in the video he looked fine to me, he was wearing his own Diesel jeans, but he has that requisite Staten Island suburban look that i love--part choirboy/part hustler. And his swagger was better then the professional models. Also ran into Clint Catalyst who quit working for Tyra Banks' TV show, Jeremy from In Style Magazine, Billy Patchen of the infamous Patchen Bros and 99 Fuck You. He was hanging with Charlie of the band Rex Aquarium and Brian O'Keefe of the underground hit record "New York is So Cool"
Thursday, September 30, 2004
HURRY ITS LOVELY UP HERE
hey buds below up is where to grow, up with which below can't compare with . . .
had power breaky at Pacific Dining Car with the beautiful Ben Adair. What a free flowing name that is, eh? Ben use to work for the LA Weekly when he was just a skinny, scrawny kataen infiltrating the gathering places of young Republicans and the like. Now he's 32 years old, works for NPR and is a stunning, muscular, bubble butted sophisticate.
Alas everyone must age except Ms. Davis. How long have i been living in human form? 437 years give or take a century.
Ben and i shared a lovely morning, and he wants me to be a correspondent on the radio, which i think is a merry good idea. I'd be perfect as a radio presenter, which is what they call the profession in England. Can't wait to work ever so closely with Mr. Adair.
hey buds below up is where to grow, up with which below can't compare with . . .
had power breaky at Pacific Dining Car with the beautiful Ben Adair. What a free flowing name that is, eh? Ben use to work for the LA Weekly when he was just a skinny, scrawny kataen infiltrating the gathering places of young Republicans and the like. Now he's 32 years old, works for NPR and is a stunning, muscular, bubble butted sophisticate.
Alas everyone must age except Ms. Davis. How long have i been living in human form? 437 years give or take a century.
Ben and i shared a lovely morning, and he wants me to be a correspondent on the radio, which i think is a merry good idea. I'd be perfect as a radio presenter, which is what they call the profession in England. Can't wait to work ever so closely with Mr. Adair.
Monday, September 27, 2004
NORTH OF RANCHIPUR
I love my emails from Bruce "Judy" LaBruce the Canadian auteur. Tell me what YOU think of him.
hey ho: the toronto festival was cool. two sold out screenings, one in a seven hundred seat theatre. toronto audiences can turn on their own, but this time they gave me a pass. good reviews in the two weeklies. apparently i’m also getting good reviews in the new york times, the voice, and time out new york when it opens tomorrow at the quad. so that’s all good. still getting invited to festivals. the fest was fun. hung out with gus van sant, harmony korine, christopher doyle, anne coates (the woman who edited lawrence of arabia!), gaspar noe, john waters, asia argento. jt leroy, etc. i had a nice party for raspberry which was packed, at a gallery here called greener pastures. i just got back from the atlantic film festival in halifax, and i have to go to montreal for a week on monday. the muslim is in africa and i haven’t heard from him for two weeks so i’m kind of apprehensive about that. he’s threatening to move back again. what’s up with you, magoo? x blab
The nine drugs in Rick James' body when he
died: xanax, methamphetamine, wellbutrin,
celexa, vicodin, valium, cocaine, Digoxin,
and Chlorpheniramine. Macaulay Culkin is a
relative lightweight - he was busted with just
xanax, marijuana and clonazepam.
i also heard from a reliable source that james was partying with pamela anderson and david lachapoop at the chateau marmont just before he died. when they heard of his death they declined to attend the funeral, changed hotels, and kept partying. x b
join the homosexual intifada! by the way, i finally got the t-shirts made. will munro helped me desing them. they have a corrupted RAF logo on the front (changed to RRF over a kalashnikov rifle) and the slogans on the back. they will be available soon on my website. you can choose from:
join the homosexual intifada
heterosexuality is the opiate of the masses
the revolution is my boyfriend
put your marxism where your mouth is
madonna is counterrevolutionary
corporate hip hop is counterrevolutionary
tell your friends. x blab
I love my emails from Bruce "Judy" LaBruce the Canadian auteur. Tell me what YOU think of him.
hey ho: the toronto festival was cool. two sold out screenings, one in a seven hundred seat theatre. toronto audiences can turn on their own, but this time they gave me a pass. good reviews in the two weeklies. apparently i’m also getting good reviews in the new york times, the voice, and time out new york when it opens tomorrow at the quad. so that’s all good. still getting invited to festivals. the fest was fun. hung out with gus van sant, harmony korine, christopher doyle, anne coates (the woman who edited lawrence of arabia!), gaspar noe, john waters, asia argento. jt leroy, etc. i had a nice party for raspberry which was packed, at a gallery here called greener pastures. i just got back from the atlantic film festival in halifax, and i have to go to montreal for a week on monday. the muslim is in africa and i haven’t heard from him for two weeks so i’m kind of apprehensive about that. he’s threatening to move back again. what’s up with you, magoo? x blab
The nine drugs in Rick James' body when he
died: xanax, methamphetamine, wellbutrin,
celexa, vicodin, valium, cocaine, Digoxin,
and Chlorpheniramine. Macaulay Culkin is a
relative lightweight - he was busted with just
xanax, marijuana and clonazepam.
i also heard from a reliable source that james was partying with pamela anderson and david lachapoop at the chateau marmont just before he died. when they heard of his death they declined to attend the funeral, changed hotels, and kept partying. x b
join the homosexual intifada! by the way, i finally got the t-shirts made. will munro helped me desing them. they have a corrupted RAF logo on the front (changed to RRF over a kalashnikov rifle) and the slogans on the back. they will be available soon on my website. you can choose from:
join the homosexual intifada
heterosexuality is the opiate of the masses
the revolution is my boyfriend
put your marxism where your mouth is
madonna is counterrevolutionary
corporate hip hop is counterrevolutionary
tell your friends. x blab
Sunday, September 26, 2004
UN CERTAIN SOURIRE
One of my favorite french writers Francoise Sagan died. She wrote the book Bounjour Tristesse when she was only 18. I remember first reading it when i was about 13 1/2 years old. There was a great old bookstore on Western Avenue near Melrose where i would hang on the weekends and the owner would give me old sheet music and books, and Bounjour Tristesse was one of them. Her later novels weren't so good, she never could repeat the edge she had when she was very young. I also love the film version starring Jean Seberg, David Niven and Deborah Kerr.
Oh i forgot to mention that also at my screening was Patty Powers, back from New York, Don Spiro and the sensational Augusta looking like 30 strillion bucks. I know i'm forgetting a lot of other notables who were in attendance, please overlook my junior alzeheimers.
One of my favorite french writers Francoise Sagan died. She wrote the book Bounjour Tristesse when she was only 18. I remember first reading it when i was about 13 1/2 years old. There was a great old bookstore on Western Avenue near Melrose where i would hang on the weekends and the owner would give me old sheet music and books, and Bounjour Tristesse was one of them. Her later novels weren't so good, she never could repeat the edge she had when she was very young. I also love the film version starring Jean Seberg, David Niven and Deborah Kerr.
Oh i forgot to mention that also at my screening was Patty Powers, back from New York, Don Spiro and the sensational Augusta looking like 30 strillion bucks. I know i'm forgetting a lot of other notables who were in attendance, please overlook my junior alzeheimers.
CIANT DA LI CIAMPANIS
I had an amazing kawiller patatty time performing with the lovely ladies of the Velvet Hammer Review at the El Rey Theatre. Of course it was the hottest day of the year, thank god i was in boy drag doing a male heritage striptease number wearing a light wool pinstripe suit, boater and 20s onepiece knickers. It was difficult trying to maintain a manly guise, but i seem to pull it off.
The backstage camaraderie was the best part of the evening. Michele Carr has a great group of new girls in her company. The veteranas Scarlette Fever(Hope Urban) and Farhana(Plez)were constantly cracking me up with their campus cutup antics and words of wisdom. Plez keeps getting younger every year. She looks better now then when she was a teenager in the late 70s. And Ms. Urban is quite the Gene Tierney "Leave Her to Heaven" sophisticate.
I'm so glad i had the opportunity to watch Delores De Muela(flawless!), Miss B. Haven(enchanting), Marcellina Merlette(perfection) and Lola La Cereza(dreamy) from the wings. All that sensual beauty and formidable talent, Wowza!
This was the fastest paced VH pageant I've ever witnessed. Dirty James needs to be commended for stage managing. The second act was just as dazzling as the first. Foxie Moxie(brilliant), Sissy Spanx(delirious),Venus De Mille(enchanting) doing the Jerome Kern novelty song "Cleopatterer" and ending with exotic Princess Farhanna and Samra. The comics, jugglers and host were also very inspiring. I had the time of my life participating with all those red hot troupers.
Bricktops on Friday was Swashbuckler Nite-a trib to Douglas Fairbanks. It was supposed to be Marcel Duchamp, but the Toxic Titties had to cancel so i did some reconfiguring. Jason El Note the Mexican Taxi Dancer was delighting the crowd with his lovesexy spastic moves. He is such an adorable boy.
I performed one of my sickest numbers EVER dressed in a black burka, i pulled a beautiful young Montreal boy out of the audience and sung an extemperaneous ballad to him. The Canadian boy was with another young man, a handsome Italian. They both were dressed to perfection and had a lot of style. The Montreal lad is a shoe designer who lives in dull Santa Barbara. He was so happy to have discovered Bricky's. He found us via LA.com, Laurie Pikes on line scene guide. Miss Jean Spinosa came with John Heinz, Heinz Ketchup scion and son of Teresa Heinz the democratic candidate Kerry's wealthy socialite wife. They were part of an entourage that included actor Anson Mount, German DJ Paul Van Dyk and Pixies guitarist Joey Santiago. Art Historian and academe Robert Summers and his humpy beau, the photog Matt Lipps also stopped by. Robert has been showing my films in his classes at some small college in the Inland Empire, and its gotten him in a whole lot of hot water. Received an email from him today and my movies being shown in his class have resulted in his being fired. I had no idea i was so controversial.
Last night my Retrospectacle at the Arc Light Theatre as part of the Silverlake Film Festival was sweet and intimate. I was kinda burned out from so much performing, and preparing for the Visions of Excess Balkan tour and an upcoming performance in lil olde New York. Why is it that there is always a heat wave when i have to do a lot of performances in Los Angeles? Oh welp. It was great seeing Nicole Panter, Lisa T and Daniel, journalist Dave White, Mike from Seattle, Sean Carrillo, Bibbe, Beck and new wife Ms. Ribisi, Mulholland Drive muse Rebekah Del Rio, Brian Kaneda, Marky Mag and his cute pal, Mark Simon, Dave Pendleton and the cast of the Boyfriend, Marvina, Matthew Barney and his step son Sindri, who whispered to me. "I have a crush on you" I don't think Byork would approve of me fornicating with her 19 year old son.
Special thanks to latin hungthrob Cesar Vega for being my handsome escort and holding my hand through the event, and Jason North for participating in the live crack cocaine portion. Festival director Greg Ptacek gave me a wonderful introduction. Ms. Davis doing datenight at the Arc Light was certainly one subversive moment in LA history.
I had an amazing kawiller patatty time performing with the lovely ladies of the Velvet Hammer Review at the El Rey Theatre. Of course it was the hottest day of the year, thank god i was in boy drag doing a male heritage striptease number wearing a light wool pinstripe suit, boater and 20s onepiece knickers. It was difficult trying to maintain a manly guise, but i seem to pull it off.
The backstage camaraderie was the best part of the evening. Michele Carr has a great group of new girls in her company. The veteranas Scarlette Fever(Hope Urban) and Farhana(Plez)were constantly cracking me up with their campus cutup antics and words of wisdom. Plez keeps getting younger every year. She looks better now then when she was a teenager in the late 70s. And Ms. Urban is quite the Gene Tierney "Leave Her to Heaven" sophisticate.
I'm so glad i had the opportunity to watch Delores De Muela(flawless!), Miss B. Haven(enchanting), Marcellina Merlette(perfection) and Lola La Cereza(dreamy) from the wings. All that sensual beauty and formidable talent, Wowza!
This was the fastest paced VH pageant I've ever witnessed. Dirty James needs to be commended for stage managing. The second act was just as dazzling as the first. Foxie Moxie(brilliant), Sissy Spanx(delirious),Venus De Mille(enchanting) doing the Jerome Kern novelty song "Cleopatterer" and ending with exotic Princess Farhanna and Samra. The comics, jugglers and host were also very inspiring. I had the time of my life participating with all those red hot troupers.
Bricktops on Friday was Swashbuckler Nite-a trib to Douglas Fairbanks. It was supposed to be Marcel Duchamp, but the Toxic Titties had to cancel so i did some reconfiguring. Jason El Note the Mexican Taxi Dancer was delighting the crowd with his lovesexy spastic moves. He is such an adorable boy.
I performed one of my sickest numbers EVER dressed in a black burka, i pulled a beautiful young Montreal boy out of the audience and sung an extemperaneous ballad to him. The Canadian boy was with another young man, a handsome Italian. They both were dressed to perfection and had a lot of style. The Montreal lad is a shoe designer who lives in dull Santa Barbara. He was so happy to have discovered Bricky's. He found us via LA.com, Laurie Pikes on line scene guide. Miss Jean Spinosa came with John Heinz, Heinz Ketchup scion and son of Teresa Heinz the democratic candidate Kerry's wealthy socialite wife. They were part of an entourage that included actor Anson Mount, German DJ Paul Van Dyk and Pixies guitarist Joey Santiago. Art Historian and academe Robert Summers and his humpy beau, the photog Matt Lipps also stopped by. Robert has been showing my films in his classes at some small college in the Inland Empire, and its gotten him in a whole lot of hot water. Received an email from him today and my movies being shown in his class have resulted in his being fired. I had no idea i was so controversial.
Last night my Retrospectacle at the Arc Light Theatre as part of the Silverlake Film Festival was sweet and intimate. I was kinda burned out from so much performing, and preparing for the Visions of Excess Balkan tour and an upcoming performance in lil olde New York. Why is it that there is always a heat wave when i have to do a lot of performances in Los Angeles? Oh welp. It was great seeing Nicole Panter, Lisa T and Daniel, journalist Dave White, Mike from Seattle, Sean Carrillo, Bibbe, Beck and new wife Ms. Ribisi, Mulholland Drive muse Rebekah Del Rio, Brian Kaneda, Marky Mag and his cute pal, Mark Simon, Dave Pendleton and the cast of the Boyfriend, Marvina, Matthew Barney and his step son Sindri, who whispered to me. "I have a crush on you" I don't think Byork would approve of me fornicating with her 19 year old son.
Special thanks to latin hungthrob Cesar Vega for being my handsome escort and holding my hand through the event, and Jason North for participating in the live crack cocaine portion. Festival director Greg Ptacek gave me a wonderful introduction. Ms. Davis doing datenight at the Arc Light was certainly one subversive moment in LA history.
Monday, September 20, 2004
VLADIMIR HOROWITZ
yes he was one of the greatest living pianists. That was a tidbit from the great Elsa Maxwell. I received this tidlywink from east coast journalista Jay Blotcher:
Early in Phyllis Diller's career as the first female stand-up comic, she did her comedy in a burlesque house. The question is, what famous writer was a burlesque dancer at the same club during the same time? The Purple Onion was not technically a burlesque house, but a night club with go-go dancers. One of those go-go dancers was none other than MAYA ANGELOU
Was taken to brunch yesterday by Anderson Cooper, the son of Gloria Vanderbuilt. He gave me a pinstripe suit that belonged to his father. Its too big for him. I love it, because its very old fashioned and comes with these amazing suspenders that have leather in them. He also gave me some wing tipped black shoes that are perfection and a silver walking stick. All this comes just in time for my performance with the Velvet Hammer Heritage Burlesque group. I'm going to do a male hertigage striptease as my manly alter ego Buster Beaute'.
yes he was one of the greatest living pianists. That was a tidbit from the great Elsa Maxwell. I received this tidlywink from east coast journalista Jay Blotcher:
Early in Phyllis Diller's career as the first female stand-up comic, she did her comedy in a burlesque house. The question is, what famous writer was a burlesque dancer at the same club during the same time? The Purple Onion was not technically a burlesque house, but a night club with go-go dancers. One of those go-go dancers was none other than MAYA ANGELOU
Was taken to brunch yesterday by Anderson Cooper, the son of Gloria Vanderbuilt. He gave me a pinstripe suit that belonged to his father. Its too big for him. I love it, because its very old fashioned and comes with these amazing suspenders that have leather in them. He also gave me some wing tipped black shoes that are perfection and a silver walking stick. All this comes just in time for my performance with the Velvet Hammer Heritage Burlesque group. I'm going to do a male hertigage striptease as my manly alter ego Buster Beaute'.
Saturday, September 18, 2004
THE GUERMANTES BI-WAY
o Bessie Love, you and that hornriffic ghostbeast that haunted your Laurel Canyon cabin back in the 20s still trying to get his proverbial gnut in this century. My famous novelist girlfriend Lisa T. lives in your log cab now with her studly boyfriend Daniel and her precious daughter Imogene, so that incubus doesn't bother them, but in his heydey no lady cooch was safe. Mr. Inc made a brief appearance at Bricktops last night trying to enter the sweet domain of the voluptous Anna Bells of the Fishnet Floozys, but she fought him off and wowed the audience in the process. Anna was a last minute substitute for Kitty Diggens, who was originally booked, but had to bow out because she had to attend some tired gay wedding.
So much beauty in one night of frivolity. Handsome TV presenter/club DJ and academe Josh Kun, who teaches at UC Riverside was looking very dashing. Of course his looks and charm can't compare to the stunning movement artist Jean Spinosa whose escort was a comely young man with muscles, glutes, and penis galore, new to LA from New York who is in the current issue of Italian Vogue modeling skimpy underwear and also gogo dances at Mario Diaz gay boy saturday party HotDog at the Parlour. Giving the young beauty prize the hairy eyeball was two famous basketball stars Luke Walton and Slava Medvedenko, who were also hitting on the ladies, like designer Shauna Leone and her pal Melissa, who were more interested in rock star Tre' Cool of Green Day whose posse included Swiss artist Ugo Rondinone, British actor James Purefoy(Vanity Fair's lusty Rowdon) and eurasian model Devon Aoki. Getting a bit rowdy was the french contingent of actors Gaspard Ulliel(Strayed) Guillaume Canet(Love Me If You Dare)with honorary frenchy but actually an Argentine Rodrigo de la Serna, who was flirting with pretty Jovita Carpenter hanging out with hot latin film producer Cesar Vega and the "Beyond Lovely" cast and crew. It was wonderful seeing Dora! the most powerful woman entrepreneur of Ventura County. Lady Dora owns the legendary Ventura store Wilde Planet and is one of my oldes galpals. We go back 20 years plus.
The evening ended on a coital high. At 2am i hailed a taxi home, dressed in my muslin, muslim outfit complete with 77 veils. Of course a hot Arab cabbie picks me up. Is complementing me the entire ride, saying how pretty i look all covered up with just eyes showing, wanting to know if i had a boyfriend or if i was married. I told him my husband is on a business trip, and so i invited in, and he had one of those giant peterfications that made Paul Bowles, Genet, and Burroughs permanent Morocco residents. He pulled it out in sections and devoured all 9 inches. He was so passionate, and relentless. Four hours later he left me all satieted and said that he likes, "women like me"
from one woman like me, to another . . .
o Bessie Love, you and that hornriffic ghostbeast that haunted your Laurel Canyon cabin back in the 20s still trying to get his proverbial gnut in this century. My famous novelist girlfriend Lisa T. lives in your log cab now with her studly boyfriend Daniel and her precious daughter Imogene, so that incubus doesn't bother them, but in his heydey no lady cooch was safe. Mr. Inc made a brief appearance at Bricktops last night trying to enter the sweet domain of the voluptous Anna Bells of the Fishnet Floozys, but she fought him off and wowed the audience in the process. Anna was a last minute substitute for Kitty Diggens, who was originally booked, but had to bow out because she had to attend some tired gay wedding.
So much beauty in one night of frivolity. Handsome TV presenter/club DJ and academe Josh Kun, who teaches at UC Riverside was looking very dashing. Of course his looks and charm can't compare to the stunning movement artist Jean Spinosa whose escort was a comely young man with muscles, glutes, and penis galore, new to LA from New York who is in the current issue of Italian Vogue modeling skimpy underwear and also gogo dances at Mario Diaz gay boy saturday party HotDog at the Parlour. Giving the young beauty prize the hairy eyeball was two famous basketball stars Luke Walton and Slava Medvedenko, who were also hitting on the ladies, like designer Shauna Leone and her pal Melissa, who were more interested in rock star Tre' Cool of Green Day whose posse included Swiss artist Ugo Rondinone, British actor James Purefoy(Vanity Fair's lusty Rowdon) and eurasian model Devon Aoki. Getting a bit rowdy was the french contingent of actors Gaspard Ulliel(Strayed) Guillaume Canet(Love Me If You Dare)with honorary frenchy but actually an Argentine Rodrigo de la Serna, who was flirting with pretty Jovita Carpenter hanging out with hot latin film producer Cesar Vega and the "Beyond Lovely" cast and crew. It was wonderful seeing Dora! the most powerful woman entrepreneur of Ventura County. Lady Dora owns the legendary Ventura store Wilde Planet and is one of my oldes galpals. We go back 20 years plus.
The evening ended on a coital high. At 2am i hailed a taxi home, dressed in my muslin, muslim outfit complete with 77 veils. Of course a hot Arab cabbie picks me up. Is complementing me the entire ride, saying how pretty i look all covered up with just eyes showing, wanting to know if i had a boyfriend or if i was married. I told him my husband is on a business trip, and so i invited in, and he had one of those giant peterfications that made Paul Bowles, Genet, and Burroughs permanent Morocco residents. He pulled it out in sections and devoured all 9 inches. He was so passionate, and relentless. Four hours later he left me all satieted and said that he likes, "women like me"
from one woman like me, to another . . .
Friday, September 17, 2004
CASTOR PACHACA
The beautiful Miss. Jovita Carpenter fetched me from my studio to the Juicy Post Production House in aunt Monica off of 10th street and Olympic so that i could loop dialogue from the short film "Beyond Lovely" that my hot Azteca warrior Cesar Vega produced. Juicy is very high tech in a Frank Gehry like fashion, and the staff was very sweet, friendly and accomodating. The ordered me a delicious lunch from Swingers, Santa Monica. I didn't even know there was a Swingers in Santa Monica. I'm so not a westside girl. After my duties Jovita took me to the 18th Street Gallery so that i could take a peek at my installation, which I've never seen. The performance artist Michael Sakamoto was facilitating this afternoon in the gallery space, and he told me that there are some people who spend hours going through all the letters and pictures, so that really warms my cold black hyeart.
I adore Jovita, we filmed a scene at her amazing Echo Park compound. She and i are now best girlfriends. She is a big Dolly Parton fan and even has a shrine to her idol in her home.
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Had dinner with Hector and Erikla and Hector's baby Brother and his cute wife Betty. They made some delish tostadas. Yum.
Hector and i later took a cruize around Hollywood and stopped off at The Gauntlet for their wet underwear contest. The place has really improved since the last time i ventured there a few months back. Boy did they have some giant endowments on parade. And the men go in the back stage area and volunteer to fluff. I even wanked the biggest penis for a bit. The man was huge with a capital T. Ran into cute Adam Hervey of the band Timonium. He has such a bubble butt. I've known him since he was 17 and had a girlfriend. Of course i'm responsible for him turning into a homosexual. His band played their first gig at Club Sucker, and he noticed all the hot men, and after that, no more girlfriend. Adam's uncle is the artist Carter Potter, who i've known for over 20 years.
One of the contestents on stage was this ill boy from Mexico City, who was telling people he's Greek. Well i guess Greece is close to Mexico on some map. I picked this kid up months ago outside of Circus of Hooks. I noticed he had a big fat JLo butt. When i got him home, i discover his butt is fake. He's obviously some kind of tranny with industrial sillicon shot directly in his glutes to make them literally rock hard and bubbly. Insane. Of course i sent him packing, but it makes for a hilarious antidote.
The beautiful Miss. Jovita Carpenter fetched me from my studio to the Juicy Post Production House in aunt Monica off of 10th street and Olympic so that i could loop dialogue from the short film "Beyond Lovely" that my hot Azteca warrior Cesar Vega produced. Juicy is very high tech in a Frank Gehry like fashion, and the staff was very sweet, friendly and accomodating. The ordered me a delicious lunch from Swingers, Santa Monica. I didn't even know there was a Swingers in Santa Monica. I'm so not a westside girl. After my duties Jovita took me to the 18th Street Gallery so that i could take a peek at my installation, which I've never seen. The performance artist Michael Sakamoto was facilitating this afternoon in the gallery space, and he told me that there are some people who spend hours going through all the letters and pictures, so that really warms my cold black hyeart.
I adore Jovita, we filmed a scene at her amazing Echo Park compound. She and i are now best girlfriends. She is a big Dolly Parton fan and even has a shrine to her idol in her home.
***
Had dinner with Hector and Erikla and Hector's baby Brother and his cute wife Betty. They made some delish tostadas. Yum.
Hector and i later took a cruize around Hollywood and stopped off at The Gauntlet for their wet underwear contest. The place has really improved since the last time i ventured there a few months back. Boy did they have some giant endowments on parade. And the men go in the back stage area and volunteer to fluff. I even wanked the biggest penis for a bit. The man was huge with a capital T. Ran into cute Adam Hervey of the band Timonium. He has such a bubble butt. I've known him since he was 17 and had a girlfriend. Of course i'm responsible for him turning into a homosexual. His band played their first gig at Club Sucker, and he noticed all the hot men, and after that, no more girlfriend. Adam's uncle is the artist Carter Potter, who i've known for over 20 years.
One of the contestents on stage was this ill boy from Mexico City, who was telling people he's Greek. Well i guess Greece is close to Mexico on some map. I picked this kid up months ago outside of Circus of Hooks. I noticed he had a big fat JLo butt. When i got him home, i discover his butt is fake. He's obviously some kind of tranny with industrial sillicon shot directly in his glutes to make them literally rock hard and bubbly. Insane. Of course i sent him packing, but it makes for a hilarious antidote.
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
FEASTA OR FAMINA
That is always the case with me, when it comes to turtle dovin'. The other week i was hanging at Circus of Hooks looking for a meaty meat burger and i got cruised by a tall, handsome Fitch without the Abercrombie boy. I followed him outside and he introduces himself and mumbles something about renting a video to wanker doddle to, so i coyly ask him if he'd prefer the real MacAvoy, and he turns all West LA on me stammering that he has to get up in the morning, and milk an elderly cow, and breast feed his goldfish---a rolling litany of lame excuses.
So why did he bother cruising me in the first place. I didn't approach him. I was busy minding my own beeswax catching up on the latest isssue of Latin Inches. So typical. I guess he had a brief hankering for some Koby Bryant, but the reality of the situation set in and he changed his mind.
As I'm walking back home i start to say to myself, "This is why you have to leave this godforsaken place and move to Berlin"
Well that was then and whats going on now is that my phone is gurgling off the hook from cute young boys. Its like I've suddenly been re-discovered. Did I win some kind of lottery that i never purchased. Have i inherited a fortune from some long lost relative?? At the moment i have two very smoldering young, young boys pursue-ing me. I'm old enough to be their great aunt, but that doesn't seem to bother them. I'm not going to discuss it anymore or with my luck I'll jinx it.
That is always the case with me, when it comes to turtle dovin'. The other week i was hanging at Circus of Hooks looking for a meaty meat burger and i got cruised by a tall, handsome Fitch without the Abercrombie boy. I followed him outside and he introduces himself and mumbles something about renting a video to wanker doddle to, so i coyly ask him if he'd prefer the real MacAvoy, and he turns all West LA on me stammering that he has to get up in the morning, and milk an elderly cow, and breast feed his goldfish---a rolling litany of lame excuses.
So why did he bother cruising me in the first place. I didn't approach him. I was busy minding my own beeswax catching up on the latest isssue of Latin Inches. So typical. I guess he had a brief hankering for some Koby Bryant, but the reality of the situation set in and he changed his mind.
As I'm walking back home i start to say to myself, "This is why you have to leave this godforsaken place and move to Berlin"
Well that was then and whats going on now is that my phone is gurgling off the hook from cute young boys. Its like I've suddenly been re-discovered. Did I win some kind of lottery that i never purchased. Have i inherited a fortune from some long lost relative?? At the moment i have two very smoldering young, young boys pursue-ing me. I'm old enough to be their great aunt, but that doesn't seem to bother them. I'm not going to discuss it anymore or with my luck I'll jinx it.
Monday, September 13, 2004
FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS
Yes that is the title of Crepe Suzette's new movie she's done the costumes for. Crepe aka Susan Matheson is my dear friend and constant collaborator on some of my most exciting performance/live art projects. Crepe is always there in my corner and also big Daddy Ron Athey. Crepe did his incredible costumes for his new piece "The Judas Cradle". Suzette came by and brought me some beautiful clothing--a lovely fall sweater, and some Addidas trainers that are sparkling and very high tech glamazonian, black and suede with a hint of silver nitrate--quite classy. She also bought me a pair of surfer Vans, black and orange guild, the new hot color for the fall season. Plus some outfits from her movie which comes out in October. I can't wait to see this movie even though its about tired football. The flick stars Billy Bob Thornton, hunky jubas Derek Luke, pretty dark haired white boy Lucas Black, latino sexthrob Jay Hernandez(who Suzette worked with on the movie "crazy/beautiful")Brad Pitts male concubine, Garrett Hedlund and country crooner Tim McGraw.
I've gotten a lot of compliments when i wear the panther logo sport shirt around town.
Suzette took me to eat at Marouches, Lebanese restaurant on Santa MOnica Blvd between Normandie and Vermont. The place was crowded with a bunch of sappy birthday parties, which was irritating enough, and service was pretty slow. There was only one waiter and he was a middle eastern queen who was a bit pinched, if you know what i mean.
Crepe Suzette is in such demand as a costumer. She just turned down a Farrelly Brothers comedy that would star Drew Barrymore. Suzette made that beaufiful red, white and blue costume that i wore on the Margaret Cho tour, and also my historic outfits for my "Intimacy & Tomorrow" tour among other projects.
Have so much work to do this week. I hope the weather cools down. Getting together for brunch with young British actor James McAvoy who was in the movie "Bright Young Things" He's very cute and michieveous. I'm going to have to keep him on a short leash.--and i mean that literally.
Yes that is the title of Crepe Suzette's new movie she's done the costumes for. Crepe aka Susan Matheson is my dear friend and constant collaborator on some of my most exciting performance/live art projects. Crepe is always there in my corner and also big Daddy Ron Athey. Crepe did his incredible costumes for his new piece "The Judas Cradle". Suzette came by and brought me some beautiful clothing--a lovely fall sweater, and some Addidas trainers that are sparkling and very high tech glamazonian, black and suede with a hint of silver nitrate--quite classy. She also bought me a pair of surfer Vans, black and orange guild, the new hot color for the fall season. Plus some outfits from her movie which comes out in October. I can't wait to see this movie even though its about tired football. The flick stars Billy Bob Thornton, hunky jubas Derek Luke, pretty dark haired white boy Lucas Black, latino sexthrob Jay Hernandez(who Suzette worked with on the movie "crazy/beautiful")Brad Pitts male concubine, Garrett Hedlund and country crooner Tim McGraw.
I've gotten a lot of compliments when i wear the panther logo sport shirt around town.
Suzette took me to eat at Marouches, Lebanese restaurant on Santa MOnica Blvd between Normandie and Vermont. The place was crowded with a bunch of sappy birthday parties, which was irritating enough, and service was pretty slow. There was only one waiter and he was a middle eastern queen who was a bit pinched, if you know what i mean.
Crepe Suzette is in such demand as a costumer. She just turned down a Farrelly Brothers comedy that would star Drew Barrymore. Suzette made that beaufiful red, white and blue costume that i wore on the Margaret Cho tour, and also my historic outfits for my "Intimacy & Tomorrow" tour among other projects.
Have so much work to do this week. I hope the weather cools down. Getting together for brunch with young British actor James McAvoy who was in the movie "Bright Young Things" He's very cute and michieveous. I'm going to have to keep him on a short leash.--and i mean that literally.
Sunday, September 12, 2004
VADO ANCH'IO VERSO . . .
Bricky, Bricky and more Bricky. Friday was Christopher Isherwood Cabaret Night, and we turned the place out with sizzling performances by The Ditty Bops, fresh from their big spread in Interview Magazine. The girls looked divine and were in fine voice.
Shauna Leone revamped her wonderful Prohibition Boutique, which adds so much charm to the foyer as our guests enter into our twilight world. Everyone adores the beautiful Ms. Leone, she is one of the most stylish of the regular Bricktops girls. Art star Matthew Barney came again this week, and also brought his step son Sindri--who was wearing a cute 20's outfit(with what looked like vintage tennis shoes of the period--how's that for details) Sindri looked a bit older, so at first i didn't recognize him. The kid must be around 21 years old. He took a lingering interest in pretty Shauna, but he didn't move fast enough because she already made a love connection with the new door man at the Parlour, who looks like he's a member of that New York band The Strokes. He's actually kindof cute, i just don't fancy skinny rock n roll types.
Mr. Barney has been hanging out with Cathy Opie going out to Joshua Tree and dropping acid. I was really surprised that he married icelandic pop star Byork. In fact i was really jealous, as i fancied him for myself, and although he is a straight boy, he's a major, true blue freakazoid, who loves experiencing all the many pleasures that life has to offer, so having a drag queen girlfriend certainly fits that bill, and we've had many flirtatious moments that if the circumstance was right, could have definately lead to some serious fornicating if not a pure, intense relationship, though i doubt if it could have been long term. He still has that look in his eye----a mixture of wanting to plow or cannibalize me. If he wants to chow down, I have the perfect garden salad.
I was just surprised that Byork sunk her claws into him, I thought she was a notorious dinge queen, since her other boyfriends were Tricky, Goldie and DJ Shadow. Matthew did tell me that Byork wants to work with me. I guess she loves the Technova single i do the vocals on "I Could Have Sex" that they play in London at Nag, Nag, Nag. I'd love to do something with her, that would be one ill collaboration.
Everyone seemed to be in good spirits Friday, so good seeing Jean Spinosa(who always wears a creative and bold outfit) her pal Reaux, Abbie Travis who has been on tour with Gibby Haynes of the Butthole Surfers, a dapper Michael Schmidt(with compact in hand) and my darling Kentucky Karbunckle, David of Louiseville who made a deliciously sexy taxi dancer. He wound up picking up a bubble butt young, TV presenter. Lucky him.
Had to wake up early Saturday, to film a new experimental piece with Cyril Kuhn of Switzerland. Of course i felt miserable and didn't want to get back in drag in the muggy hot weather, but considering the dilemna everything worked out fine. Cyril's wife Kara Hunger created some amazing costumes for me and the Herbst Twins, Robby and Mark. We filmed on the roof of my MacArthur Park studio, and used some hot techniques like filming through a giant magnifying glass with jerky, jagged camera movements and three cameras to catch every nuance, and honey I'm Mrs. Nuance.
Bricky, Bricky and more Bricky. Friday was Christopher Isherwood Cabaret Night, and we turned the place out with sizzling performances by The Ditty Bops, fresh from their big spread in Interview Magazine. The girls looked divine and were in fine voice.
Shauna Leone revamped her wonderful Prohibition Boutique, which adds so much charm to the foyer as our guests enter into our twilight world. Everyone adores the beautiful Ms. Leone, she is one of the most stylish of the regular Bricktops girls. Art star Matthew Barney came again this week, and also brought his step son Sindri--who was wearing a cute 20's outfit(with what looked like vintage tennis shoes of the period--how's that for details) Sindri looked a bit older, so at first i didn't recognize him. The kid must be around 21 years old. He took a lingering interest in pretty Shauna, but he didn't move fast enough because she already made a love connection with the new door man at the Parlour, who looks like he's a member of that New York band The Strokes. He's actually kindof cute, i just don't fancy skinny rock n roll types.
Mr. Barney has been hanging out with Cathy Opie going out to Joshua Tree and dropping acid. I was really surprised that he married icelandic pop star Byork. In fact i was really jealous, as i fancied him for myself, and although he is a straight boy, he's a major, true blue freakazoid, who loves experiencing all the many pleasures that life has to offer, so having a drag queen girlfriend certainly fits that bill, and we've had many flirtatious moments that if the circumstance was right, could have definately lead to some serious fornicating if not a pure, intense relationship, though i doubt if it could have been long term. He still has that look in his eye----a mixture of wanting to plow or cannibalize me. If he wants to chow down, I have the perfect garden salad.
I was just surprised that Byork sunk her claws into him, I thought she was a notorious dinge queen, since her other boyfriends were Tricky, Goldie and DJ Shadow. Matthew did tell me that Byork wants to work with me. I guess she loves the Technova single i do the vocals on "I Could Have Sex" that they play in London at Nag, Nag, Nag. I'd love to do something with her, that would be one ill collaboration.
Everyone seemed to be in good spirits Friday, so good seeing Jean Spinosa(who always wears a creative and bold outfit) her pal Reaux, Abbie Travis who has been on tour with Gibby Haynes of the Butthole Surfers, a dapper Michael Schmidt(with compact in hand) and my darling Kentucky Karbunckle, David of Louiseville who made a deliciously sexy taxi dancer. He wound up picking up a bubble butt young, TV presenter. Lucky him.
Had to wake up early Saturday, to film a new experimental piece with Cyril Kuhn of Switzerland. Of course i felt miserable and didn't want to get back in drag in the muggy hot weather, but considering the dilemna everything worked out fine. Cyril's wife Kara Hunger created some amazing costumes for me and the Herbst Twins, Robby and Mark. We filmed on the roof of my MacArthur Park studio, and used some hot techniques like filming through a giant magnifying glass with jerky, jagged camera movements and three cameras to catch every nuance, and honey I'm Mrs. Nuance.
Friday, September 10, 2004
IL PRIVILEGIO DI PENSARE
Went to see my godson Immanuel Martin's short film "Diez" at the Arc Light's Short Film Festival. His movie is very lovely and meaningful. The kid has talent and a soft touch with tone and texture, something so lacking in the Hollywood product farm.
The other films on the program were very good as well, why they were all lumped together in a Latin American program was just ridiculous. The facilitator was a bit late for the sky as well.
Wonderful meeting Immanuel's cousin who is a Jesuit priest working at a church in Compton. I like the Jesuit order, they are the cooler Catholics, and this padre certainly was that. Iman and his mother Cherry Jefferson, who was in the Afro Sisters with me, are also related to Richard Widmark. Cherry lives in Oakland with her sexy French girlfriend Ghislain, who comes from an ancient French aristocratic family.
Got word from the Fierce Festival people, that we will be taking Visions of Excess to the Balkans in December. I'm excited about getting the opportunity to chow down on some Serbian dick.
Had a hilarious conversation over the phone with Lady Bunny. She's had to bring Wigstock back at Tompkins Square or risk losing her ownership of the very festival she created. Copyright laws are so bizarre!
Went to see my godson Immanuel Martin's short film "Diez" at the Arc Light's Short Film Festival. His movie is very lovely and meaningful. The kid has talent and a soft touch with tone and texture, something so lacking in the Hollywood product farm.
The other films on the program were very good as well, why they were all lumped together in a Latin American program was just ridiculous. The facilitator was a bit late for the sky as well.
Wonderful meeting Immanuel's cousin who is a Jesuit priest working at a church in Compton. I like the Jesuit order, they are the cooler Catholics, and this padre certainly was that. Iman and his mother Cherry Jefferson, who was in the Afro Sisters with me, are also related to Richard Widmark. Cherry lives in Oakland with her sexy French girlfriend Ghislain, who comes from an ancient French aristocratic family.
Got word from the Fierce Festival people, that we will be taking Visions of Excess to the Balkans in December. I'm excited about getting the opportunity to chow down on some Serbian dick.
Had a hilarious conversation over the phone with Lady Bunny. She's had to bring Wigstock back at Tompkins Square or risk losing her ownership of the very festival she created. Copyright laws are so bizarre!
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
FRANCIS BACON AND LETTUCE
Daddy Athey and I have been working diligently on an article for the LA Weekly's Best of LA. The two of us make a dynamic writing team, our last article together was a fashion cover story about Humpy Dorks. This time we're delving into ghetto bathhouses, namesly the 1350 in Wilmington, Downtown's Midtowne Spa and the oldest bathhouse in Los Ang, The KLYT, on Skid Row.
Isadora Duncan Night at Bricktops was purely Isadorable. Augusta! the documentary filmmaker performed as Penny Starr Jr. That Augusta has such delicious breastage, and she really knows how to Wow!!!! Some tired TV show came down to capture all the excitement. Johnny Knoxville was at the club, and he is so handsome in person. Beautiful skin and a nice smile. He wisely avoided the TV cameras. I don't blame him. I wish i would have been able to. The cast members of Hairspray at the Pantages Theatre were also in the audience. Mark Simon and his Boyfriend review did a song just to masculate things and Shauna Leone did her sexy Prohibition Boutique in the foyer. Summer Peaches was our hot voluptuous taxi dancer. Running around looking sexy was Norman Ghoulsen of The Acres, video artist Ming Ma, belly dancer Europa, pretty Jean Spinosa with Reaux and Shirtless John and Vietnamese writer Kien Nguyen who has that new book out called "Le Colonial".
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I performed at the California Plaza Water Court with Stew and the Negro Problem. It was a salute to LA songwriters. The other featured guests were John Doe of X, Dave Alvin, Stan Ridgeway of Wall of VooDoo, Michael Quercio and Kristian Hoffman. I sang a 20's version of the GoGo's "This Town" which went down really well. Was treated very well by the staff, and ran into old pal and former Cholita, Gaby Godhead who works at the California Plaza as a techie. I adore Gaby, he's responsible for Cholita's sound being more vibrant the last two years we were on the local scene as a band.
Went to Jeffreyland Hilberts 40th Birthday party at his gorgeous streamline moderne apartment in Koreatown. Jeffrey is aging in reverse. I swear he looks younger and younger everytime i see him. Had a great time drinking, stinking and living it up. Marky Magdeleno brought his new beau Charlie who is from Arkansas and is very cute.
NOTE TO MYSELF: Must pitch to Rebecca the editor of Zoo Magazine that i do an article on Doug who use to be the editor in chief of Honcho Magazine. Talk about major career changes. Doug is now the mortician to the stars. He beat on the final resting place face of Celia Cruz.
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Marlene Deitrich Night at Bricktops, an evening celebrating the charms of sexual predators. Marlene's great granddaughter Lola Tawdry performs with special guest Fifi Piaf the granddaughter of Edith Piaf. Also some hot boy suburban Taxi Dancers provided by Marky Magdeleno along with some private dancing behind the curtains which got a little out-of-hand as some men in the audience were ravishingly horndoggy for the well endowed dancers. oh welp!!!!
Artist Mathew Barney came by the club and introduced me to Bjork's son Sindri. I had no idea she had a grown child. She must have been impregnated with him when she was a teenager. He's a cute kid.
Daddy Athey and I have been working diligently on an article for the LA Weekly's Best of LA. The two of us make a dynamic writing team, our last article together was a fashion cover story about Humpy Dorks. This time we're delving into ghetto bathhouses, namesly the 1350 in Wilmington, Downtown's Midtowne Spa and the oldest bathhouse in Los Ang, The KLYT, on Skid Row.
Isadora Duncan Night at Bricktops was purely Isadorable. Augusta! the documentary filmmaker performed as Penny Starr Jr. That Augusta has such delicious breastage, and she really knows how to Wow!!!! Some tired TV show came down to capture all the excitement. Johnny Knoxville was at the club, and he is so handsome in person. Beautiful skin and a nice smile. He wisely avoided the TV cameras. I don't blame him. I wish i would have been able to. The cast members of Hairspray at the Pantages Theatre were also in the audience. Mark Simon and his Boyfriend review did a song just to masculate things and Shauna Leone did her sexy Prohibition Boutique in the foyer. Summer Peaches was our hot voluptuous taxi dancer. Running around looking sexy was Norman Ghoulsen of The Acres, video artist Ming Ma, belly dancer Europa, pretty Jean Spinosa with Reaux and Shirtless John and Vietnamese writer Kien Nguyen who has that new book out called "Le Colonial".
***
I performed at the California Plaza Water Court with Stew and the Negro Problem. It was a salute to LA songwriters. The other featured guests were John Doe of X, Dave Alvin, Stan Ridgeway of Wall of VooDoo, Michael Quercio and Kristian Hoffman. I sang a 20's version of the GoGo's "This Town" which went down really well. Was treated very well by the staff, and ran into old pal and former Cholita, Gaby Godhead who works at the California Plaza as a techie. I adore Gaby, he's responsible for Cholita's sound being more vibrant the last two years we were on the local scene as a band.
Went to Jeffreyland Hilberts 40th Birthday party at his gorgeous streamline moderne apartment in Koreatown. Jeffrey is aging in reverse. I swear he looks younger and younger everytime i see him. Had a great time drinking, stinking and living it up. Marky Magdeleno brought his new beau Charlie who is from Arkansas and is very cute.
NOTE TO MYSELF: Must pitch to Rebecca the editor of Zoo Magazine that i do an article on Doug who use to be the editor in chief of Honcho Magazine. Talk about major career changes. Doug is now the mortician to the stars. He beat on the final resting place face of Celia Cruz.
***
Marlene Deitrich Night at Bricktops, an evening celebrating the charms of sexual predators. Marlene's great granddaughter Lola Tawdry performs with special guest Fifi Piaf the granddaughter of Edith Piaf. Also some hot boy suburban Taxi Dancers provided by Marky Magdeleno along with some private dancing behind the curtains which got a little out-of-hand as some men in the audience were ravishingly horndoggy for the well endowed dancers. oh welp!!!!
Artist Mathew Barney came by the club and introduced me to Bjork's son Sindri. I had no idea she had a grown child. She must have been impregnated with him when she was a teenager. He's a cute kid.
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
GNADIGE FRAU
Gypsy Boots, the health food legend died a few weeks ago. I thought Gypsy was already dead, as he was ancient back in the 70s when i first became aware of him. He use to have this celebrity studded health food restaurant on 3rd Street near Western in what is now part of Korea Town. It wasn't much to look at, but inside would be all the major stars of the era. I never went as i was too young and didn't like wheat grass, but my older sister use to go all the time with her Vegan best girlfriend named Luigi.
Poor Luigi, the girl was doomed. She was a white scrawny bag of bones, who moved from Manhattan Beach with her mom to Olympic and Vermont and attended the Vermont Congregation of Jeho that my sister went to. All i can remember of Luigi is that she had ruddy colored skin then blended into her hair, so that she appeared to me at least, as a shapeless faceless blob. The girl not only was mousy in personality but she resembled an albino mouse. I think she even had pink eyes. My mother was always telling Luigi that she needed to eat meat, because it was obvious being a vegetarian wasn't good for her. The girl was always sickly. This was 1973 or 1974, and I rarely noticed my older sister's dull friends, but something intrigued about Luigi, I've always been partial to people with low self esteem. Her real name was Louise, and she didn't take it too kindly that I called her "Luigi". She worked as a secretary on Wilshire Blvd when it was the capital of the insurance industry. Every morning before work she would swim laps at the Ambassador Hotel's health club. One morning she was electrocuted when a light fell in the pool. The day before she had come to pick up my sister in that little Datsun she drove, to take her to Gypsy Boots restaurant and to see the movie The Conversation that starred Gene Hackman and was directed by Francis Ford Coppola. They saw it at the old 3rd run movie house The Embassy Theatre on Western at Third Street which is now an ugly mini mall. One time at this theatre i went alone to see the film Hearts of the West starring Jeff Bridges and Blythe Danner the mother of Gwyneth Paltrow. This was early 1974 and i was about 12 years old. My tired nerdy friend Russell Lim, who I'd known since the 2nd grade and I'd been in the MGM program with(Mentally Gifted Minors) was supposed to meet me at the theatre but he got lost or something. Towards the end of the movie, a tall, lithe Iranian looking young man of about 19 sat down next to me. He had dark brown curly hair and a very handsome, streamlined face with a heavy beard, he was wearing sandles, and i thought his feet were huge. During the final credits he took my hand in his own and placed it on his crotch. He had a giant erection through his pants, and he forced me to feel the outline of it. I was both frightened and excited at the same time. I'd always wanted to be approached by what my mother warned me was a pervert. The closest i ever came was when i was sitting on a limb of a tree when i was around 10, and this greasy ugly drunken black man yelled up at me that i had one tiny little narrow ass. He started blowing kisses to me and told me to come down from the tree but i climbed up higher and he was to drunk to follow, and then staggered away.
I grabbed my hand back from the Iranian, and ran out of the theatre to catch the bus back home. The Iranian pulled up to me at the bus stop and asked if i wanted a ride. Luckily, or perhaps not, the bus came and i hopped on, and never told anyone what happened.
Whenever i would be in the Western and 3rd Street area over the next few years i would see the Iranian on the street or at this used bookstore that also sold old sheet music from the teens and 20s. I would spend hours on Saturdays at that bookstore. The owner took a liking to me and would sometimes give me reems of old sheetmusic and rare first edition hard cover books that i still have. The Iranian would try to engage me, but i was too much of a goody goody, and the shocked look in my eyes acted as a deterrent. The last time i saw the Iranian was in the early 80s. I was performing with my Afro Sisters at Emigre Magazine party at Beyond Baroque. The Iranian was gaunt and shriveled from the ravages of Mrs. AIDS, i barely recognized him. He was with some black hair queen who must have been his lover and caretaker. There was still a trace of handsomeness in his jawline, but everything else signaled he was on deaths doorknob. Ten years had passed by so i doubt if he even recognized that the drag queen on stage was the same little boy he unsuccessfully tried to seduce so many years ago.
MME. BRULARD
I'm loving housesitting for Hector and ErikLa at their Maltman Avenue Silverlake compound. Their deck is major Ms. Gorgeous and I'm possessed by the sunsets. I'm taking care of their garden, and I hope i don't wind up killing the plants, as i don't have a green thumb. Its nice to watch their TV, since i don't own one. Been looking at the Olympics from Athens and pulling a major Cornelius on those swimmers, decathaletes and tiny dimunitive gymnists.
Some of the Olympic cameramen must be dinge queens the way they lovingly caress those black jubas jubilee sprinters. Slo-motion close-ups of muscular thighs and race horse arses, and some floppies that can't be strapped down. My favs have been the 19 year old French Canadian diver, and a hot athlete name Seberle from the Cech Republic and this other humpy piece from Kanakastah or whatever the name of his crazy country. I'd sure like to be their semen depository.
This little emug came from Bruce "Judy" LaBruce:
Greetings:
On behalf of TLA Releasing and the Philadelphia International Gay and Lesbian Film Festival, it is with great sadness that I must report the sudden and unexpected death of the promising young actor Andre Noble on July 30 from inadvertent poisoning.
Andre starred in the film SUGAR, which has been playing to great success at the leading gay and lesbian film festivals this summer. It is currently in theatrical release in Canada through ThinkFilm, and it will be released on DVD/VHS in the United States by TLA Releasing and ThinkFilm on November 16, 2004.
Andre Noble, age 25, was born in 1979 in the Canadian fishing town of Centreville, Newfoundland. He attended the Sir Wilfred Grenfell School of Fine Arts in Newfoundland (where a scholarship has been set up in his name – see below), before heading to Toronto to begin his professional acting career.
He appeared in productions of Shakespeare’s "Hamlet," "As You Like It" and "Twelfth Night" and he co-founded a new theater group in Toronto, The Young Company. Andre also began his television career by appearing in the popular CBC mini-series "Random Passage," TVO/TFO’s "Ta Voix Dans La Nuit" and the TV-movie "Prom Queen: The Marc Hall Story."
Andre made his feature film debut as "Adam" in Jacob Tierney’s TWIST, a modern retelling of "Oliver Twist," which opened in Canada in 2003 and is currently in limited release in the U.S. through Strand Releasing.
He then got what might have been his breakout role as the lead in SUGAR, an adaptation of Bruce LaBruce’s "JD" stories directed by John Palmer. Andre played Cliff, an 18-year-old suburban boy who heads into the city and falls in love with a seductive, crack-addicted hustler, played by Brendan Fehr ("Roswell").
SUGAR had its premiere on May 22, 2004, at the Toronto InsideOut Lesbian and Gay Film and Video Festival, where it won the award for Best Canadian Feature. It had its US premiere at the New York Gay and Lesbian Film Festival on June 6, followed by festival screenings in San Francisco (Frameline) and Los Angeles (Outfest).
It was then at the Philadelphia International Gay and Lesbian Film Festival where Andre made his first U.S. appearance for the film. Together with director John Palmer, he answered questions at the screenings on July 24 and 25, and he attended various social events, including the Festival’s Tenth Anniversary Party. Andre and John also met with TLA Releasing officials to discuss SUGAR’S November release on DVD and VHS.
After Philadelphia, he headed home to Newfoundland, where on July 30, while on a hike with friends, he came in contact with the poisonous plant monkshood. He died a few hours later, before he could reach a hospital.
Andre is survived by his father and brother, a grandmother and a wide circle of relatives and friends. His memorial service will be held on Sunday August 15, from 4-6pm at the Buddies in Bad Times Theatre 12 Alexander Street in Toronto.
In his memory, the family has set up a scholarship fund in Andre’s name for the Theatre Department at the Sir Wilfred Grenfell School of Fine Arts in Newfoundland. Donations can be made to any branch of the Royal Bank for the Sir Wilfred Grenfell School of Fine Arts at Corner Brook. Tel: 709-256-1600
Andrew R. Preis
Director of Media Relations
TLA Entertainment Group/Philadelphia Film Society
234 Market Street, 4th Floor
Philadelphia, PA 19106
also this directly from Brucian:
no accolades. just a small controversy about whether or not my new film Raspberry Reich plays at the toronto film fest. signs point to yes, but there are some fishy machinations going on. i haven’t heard more yet about the death of the boy who played me, but i will endeavour to find out. i’m having a lazy, crazy summer. i think i need to go into rehab. it looks like sexy tiger tyson has agreed to appear in my new la gangbangers movie... more on that later. x blab
Gypsy Boots, the health food legend died a few weeks ago. I thought Gypsy was already dead, as he was ancient back in the 70s when i first became aware of him. He use to have this celebrity studded health food restaurant on 3rd Street near Western in what is now part of Korea Town. It wasn't much to look at, but inside would be all the major stars of the era. I never went as i was too young and didn't like wheat grass, but my older sister use to go all the time with her Vegan best girlfriend named Luigi.
Poor Luigi, the girl was doomed. She was a white scrawny bag of bones, who moved from Manhattan Beach with her mom to Olympic and Vermont and attended the Vermont Congregation of Jeho that my sister went to. All i can remember of Luigi is that she had ruddy colored skin then blended into her hair, so that she appeared to me at least, as a shapeless faceless blob. The girl not only was mousy in personality but she resembled an albino mouse. I think she even had pink eyes. My mother was always telling Luigi that she needed to eat meat, because it was obvious being a vegetarian wasn't good for her. The girl was always sickly. This was 1973 or 1974, and I rarely noticed my older sister's dull friends, but something intrigued about Luigi, I've always been partial to people with low self esteem. Her real name was Louise, and she didn't take it too kindly that I called her "Luigi". She worked as a secretary on Wilshire Blvd when it was the capital of the insurance industry. Every morning before work she would swim laps at the Ambassador Hotel's health club. One morning she was electrocuted when a light fell in the pool. The day before she had come to pick up my sister in that little Datsun she drove, to take her to Gypsy Boots restaurant and to see the movie The Conversation that starred Gene Hackman and was directed by Francis Ford Coppola. They saw it at the old 3rd run movie house The Embassy Theatre on Western at Third Street which is now an ugly mini mall. One time at this theatre i went alone to see the film Hearts of the West starring Jeff Bridges and Blythe Danner the mother of Gwyneth Paltrow. This was early 1974 and i was about 12 years old. My tired nerdy friend Russell Lim, who I'd known since the 2nd grade and I'd been in the MGM program with(Mentally Gifted Minors) was supposed to meet me at the theatre but he got lost or something. Towards the end of the movie, a tall, lithe Iranian looking young man of about 19 sat down next to me. He had dark brown curly hair and a very handsome, streamlined face with a heavy beard, he was wearing sandles, and i thought his feet were huge. During the final credits he took my hand in his own and placed it on his crotch. He had a giant erection through his pants, and he forced me to feel the outline of it. I was both frightened and excited at the same time. I'd always wanted to be approached by what my mother warned me was a pervert. The closest i ever came was when i was sitting on a limb of a tree when i was around 10, and this greasy ugly drunken black man yelled up at me that i had one tiny little narrow ass. He started blowing kisses to me and told me to come down from the tree but i climbed up higher and he was to drunk to follow, and then staggered away.
I grabbed my hand back from the Iranian, and ran out of the theatre to catch the bus back home. The Iranian pulled up to me at the bus stop and asked if i wanted a ride. Luckily, or perhaps not, the bus came and i hopped on, and never told anyone what happened.
Whenever i would be in the Western and 3rd Street area over the next few years i would see the Iranian on the street or at this used bookstore that also sold old sheet music from the teens and 20s. I would spend hours on Saturdays at that bookstore. The owner took a liking to me and would sometimes give me reems of old sheetmusic and rare first edition hard cover books that i still have. The Iranian would try to engage me, but i was too much of a goody goody, and the shocked look in my eyes acted as a deterrent. The last time i saw the Iranian was in the early 80s. I was performing with my Afro Sisters at Emigre Magazine party at Beyond Baroque. The Iranian was gaunt and shriveled from the ravages of Mrs. AIDS, i barely recognized him. He was with some black hair queen who must have been his lover and caretaker. There was still a trace of handsomeness in his jawline, but everything else signaled he was on deaths doorknob. Ten years had passed by so i doubt if he even recognized that the drag queen on stage was the same little boy he unsuccessfully tried to seduce so many years ago.
MME. BRULARD
I'm loving housesitting for Hector and ErikLa at their Maltman Avenue Silverlake compound. Their deck is major Ms. Gorgeous and I'm possessed by the sunsets. I'm taking care of their garden, and I hope i don't wind up killing the plants, as i don't have a green thumb. Its nice to watch their TV, since i don't own one. Been looking at the Olympics from Athens and pulling a major Cornelius on those swimmers, decathaletes and tiny dimunitive gymnists.
Some of the Olympic cameramen must be dinge queens the way they lovingly caress those black jubas jubilee sprinters. Slo-motion close-ups of muscular thighs and race horse arses, and some floppies that can't be strapped down. My favs have been the 19 year old French Canadian diver, and a hot athlete name Seberle from the Cech Republic and this other humpy piece from Kanakastah or whatever the name of his crazy country. I'd sure like to be their semen depository.
This little emug came from Bruce "Judy" LaBruce:
Greetings:
On behalf of TLA Releasing and the Philadelphia International Gay and Lesbian Film Festival, it is with great sadness that I must report the sudden and unexpected death of the promising young actor Andre Noble on July 30 from inadvertent poisoning.
Andre starred in the film SUGAR, which has been playing to great success at the leading gay and lesbian film festivals this summer. It is currently in theatrical release in Canada through ThinkFilm, and it will be released on DVD/VHS in the United States by TLA Releasing and ThinkFilm on November 16, 2004.
Andre Noble, age 25, was born in 1979 in the Canadian fishing town of Centreville, Newfoundland. He attended the Sir Wilfred Grenfell School of Fine Arts in Newfoundland (where a scholarship has been set up in his name – see below), before heading to Toronto to begin his professional acting career.
He appeared in productions of Shakespeare’s "Hamlet," "As You Like It" and "Twelfth Night" and he co-founded a new theater group in Toronto, The Young Company. Andre also began his television career by appearing in the popular CBC mini-series "Random Passage," TVO/TFO’s "Ta Voix Dans La Nuit" and the TV-movie "Prom Queen: The Marc Hall Story."
Andre made his feature film debut as "Adam" in Jacob Tierney’s TWIST, a modern retelling of "Oliver Twist," which opened in Canada in 2003 and is currently in limited release in the U.S. through Strand Releasing.
He then got what might have been his breakout role as the lead in SUGAR, an adaptation of Bruce LaBruce’s "JD" stories directed by John Palmer. Andre played Cliff, an 18-year-old suburban boy who heads into the city and falls in love with a seductive, crack-addicted hustler, played by Brendan Fehr ("Roswell").
SUGAR had its premiere on May 22, 2004, at the Toronto InsideOut Lesbian and Gay Film and Video Festival, where it won the award for Best Canadian Feature. It had its US premiere at the New York Gay and Lesbian Film Festival on June 6, followed by festival screenings in San Francisco (Frameline) and Los Angeles (Outfest).
It was then at the Philadelphia International Gay and Lesbian Film Festival where Andre made his first U.S. appearance for the film. Together with director John Palmer, he answered questions at the screenings on July 24 and 25, and he attended various social events, including the Festival’s Tenth Anniversary Party. Andre and John also met with TLA Releasing officials to discuss SUGAR’S November release on DVD and VHS.
After Philadelphia, he headed home to Newfoundland, where on July 30, while on a hike with friends, he came in contact with the poisonous plant monkshood. He died a few hours later, before he could reach a hospital.
Andre is survived by his father and brother, a grandmother and a wide circle of relatives and friends. His memorial service will be held on Sunday August 15, from 4-6pm at the Buddies in Bad Times Theatre 12 Alexander Street in Toronto.
In his memory, the family has set up a scholarship fund in Andre’s name for the Theatre Department at the Sir Wilfred Grenfell School of Fine Arts in Newfoundland. Donations can be made to any branch of the Royal Bank for the Sir Wilfred Grenfell School of Fine Arts at Corner Brook. Tel: 709-256-1600
Andrew R. Preis
Director of Media Relations
TLA Entertainment Group/Philadelphia Film Society
234 Market Street, 4th Floor
Philadelphia, PA 19106
also this directly from Brucian:
no accolades. just a small controversy about whether or not my new film Raspberry Reich plays at the toronto film fest. signs point to yes, but there are some fishy machinations going on. i haven’t heard more yet about the death of the boy who played me, but i will endeavour to find out. i’m having a lazy, crazy summer. i think i need to go into rehab. it looks like sexy tiger tyson has agreed to appear in my new la gangbangers movie... more on that later. x blab
Monday, August 23, 2004
SO GUT WIE NEU
I've been hanging out lately with some of my young students from various art schools, colleges and universities. The queer ones are so normative, its depressing. I'm talking queer graduate students and undergrads. Their perspective on life is so dullsville and middle class. Granted, I'm a black urban gal, super radically charged, but when you see so many little boy art whores in their early 20s with beaus, who they've been with since their teens, it makes me want to upchuck. And it would be one thing if there was this undying passion between them, but there isn't. They might as well be going through lesbian crib death. I never see scalding, hot obsessive lovers, just a close 19th century style school chums aura.
Am i the only one who finds this disturbing? Please send me your feedback on this timely subject.
O just one more thing. My straight boy intern just told me that his girlfriend plows him up the ass with an assortment of dildos and sex toys, and she also has ichy knuckles and fists him. They are both 19, devoted to little ole ME, and such a cute couple. I always sensed the girl was a barracude femme top, now i know that the boy is a proper butch bottom. Now that sizzles!!!!!
Here is a little note from my darling Larry BobGoblin. I'm so proud of Larry. He's made some major changes in his life, which make me respect, and adore him even more then i already do:
I was talking to a friend of mine on the phone Friday morning and she mentioned she'd sent me an email the night before about an ad posted on craigslist looking for a piano player. I wasn't planning on checking email before I went out, but I went ahead and read the ad. They said they wanted someone to play for a show on Sunday (two days away) and that the pay was $100 and there were six songs or so to play. I'd been thinking of going tothe Harrison bear street fair Sunday, but I figured I could use the cash more. I called the number and talked to a woman there, who passed the phone on to the leader of the band. There was going to be a dress rehearsal in about an hour and a half, at noon. They told me where the gig was -- by coincidence it was at the same theater my band had played the week before. I said I'd do it.
I took a cab down to the rehearsal with my equipment. It took a while for someone to show up to open the theater. The main performer was a Black woman of about 50, and the other performers were young kids. Other than a guy fromthe theater, I was the only honky. The band was a bassist and a drummer and me on keyboards. The bassist was the bandleader and gave me some indication of the key of what we were playing. I'm a little more used to playing off charts. For one of the songs he wrote out some chord changes for me. I managed to make it through the performance ok. At a couple points there was a call for classical music and I was able to fill in some Bach and Mozart. The bassist was really good -- he played funk grooves and a song with a blues progression. The bassist gave me a ride home. Apparently there was something wrong with the computer on which his production company had the usual list of piano players, which is why the ad was placed on craigslist. Today I went down to the gig. There was a low turnout -- I don't think the show was promoted very effectively. The main woman was probably trying to do too much. Anyway, we still played pretty well, and I was given the promised$100 in cash (I'd spent about $25 in cab fare getting to the practice and the gig but got a ride home today as well.) The woman who put the show on also had a display of her black folk art rag dolls, and gave me a little cloth refrigerator magnet of a woman in a headscarf. I didn't play all that great -- I could use more practice and more direction, but as always happens when I play in new musical situations or with new people, I learned a lot.
The bassist has a studio in the east bay -- I don't know if he'd ask me again to play with him, but at least I conducted myself pretty professionally by doing the gig on such short notice.
Larry
WETTKAMFE
Willy Banta and Miriam Jacobsen of the band Spookie Pie took me dinner at Taylor's Steakhause in Koreatown. I had the infamous London Broil and drink a million whiskey sours. I always have an amazing time with Willy and Miriam. Willy's day job is a science teacher at King Middle School in Silverlake. Miriam has been working in the calender section of the LA Weekly for years. They bought a cute little house recently in Burbank.
Talk about a creative couple. Always engaged in some fun project, and with a whimsical youthful spirit that makes them so wonderful to be around. There are very few people i can stomach these days. I swear i'm becoming more of a recluse.
Held an audition at the Parlour Club for some new talent. I discovered Mr. Uncertain that way, and now I'm hoping to mold another gem from the rough. A nice woman singer, from the open mike circuit sang a few songs for me. She's only been performing for about six months, and hasn't really found her voice yet. I'm always excited about new talent.
Later that evening at Bricktops filmmaker Laura Nix and her Whirly Girly Burlesque bicycle riding Club came in mass, about 45 strong Valkaries, all hyped up on pedal fever. Talk about a sexy entrance.
The entire evening was spectacular. Our salute to Lucia Joyce, the dancing daughter of James Joyce was very inspiring to a lot of people. The last time i got such a lovely response was when i did a tribute to Carl Van Vechten and this young college age black woman came up to me in the DJ booth thanking me profusely. I always worry that my themes are just to esoteric, but you know what, I don't feel like i should dumba down what i do. If they get it, fine, and if they don't thats fine too. After two years of doing Bricky's i've proven that there is a clubgoing crowd that wants something with a little more bite and substance. Gosh mostly all the other clubs in town are pretty pedestrian, so my nite does stand out.
Bay area movement performer Jean Spinosa did an incredible job, choreographing a sizzling piece that featured another dazzling girl and a humpy fair skinned boy. The crowd was mesmerized.
My performance consisted of trying to find the tightest sphincters in the crowd, and i did a little monologue about when you're an artist you are considered crazy. In this society having original ideas is tantamount to madness.
Was introduced to John Hassall and Gary Powell of the British band The Libertines, they seemed truly flumuxed by Bricktops. My club really hits people from left of field. Drag King, Mo B Dick was also running around. Mo B. was dressed pretty femme, i don't think she is a lesbian anymore. Is that a new trend? So many lesbians are dating men now. Her date was this guy who is a co-founder of Google, Sergey Brin. He was kindof cute, i would let him stick his penis in me anytime.
Other notables who i was formally introduced to: Diego Luna of Y Tu Mama Tambien fame, who said that Bricktops is needed in Mexico City. I told him their was a Bricktops in Mexico City in the 40s and 50s. Diego was with two other Mexican actors whose names i forget and a french actor named Gre'gor Derange're who was last seen in the Isabelle Adjani movie "Bon Voyage". I was told that some young male ingenue named Dax Shephard was also at the club, but i don't know what he looks like, so i can't personally vouch for that. I did talke to Mean Mommy of the Cheap Beer Saaphic Filmakers Collective, art historian Robert Summers and his well endowed photographer beau Matt Lipps, and Heather and her Toxic Titties Art Gang.
Saturday was my first day housesitting for Hector & Eric who are off to Europa. They have a cute home on the top of Maltman Avenue in Silverlake. I walked down Edgecliffe and visited with Dr. Jennifer Doyle who made me some delicious soup, then off i went to cruise the tired Sunset Conjunction Function. Saw lots of latin rovers, echo park effetes and Los Feliz pretty boys. No one was biting at my line. The rock stage seemed dull and uninspiring, and the heritage stage was the usual Michael McKinney McKoodle with the former husbands, daughters, uncles and aunts of the Supremes performing, but i did enjoy Ashford & Simpson especially when they sang, "On Any Streetcorner". Poor Valerie Simpson she has been married to that black hair queen for over 35 years----let me stop being so cynical, some mix marriages between straight women and gay men work really well. Charles Laughton and Elsa Lancester are the perfect example.
I've been hanging out lately with some of my young students from various art schools, colleges and universities. The queer ones are so normative, its depressing. I'm talking queer graduate students and undergrads. Their perspective on life is so dullsville and middle class. Granted, I'm a black urban gal, super radically charged, but when you see so many little boy art whores in their early 20s with beaus, who they've been with since their teens, it makes me want to upchuck. And it would be one thing if there was this undying passion between them, but there isn't. They might as well be going through lesbian crib death. I never see scalding, hot obsessive lovers, just a close 19th century style school chums aura.
Am i the only one who finds this disturbing? Please send me your feedback on this timely subject.
O just one more thing. My straight boy intern just told me that his girlfriend plows him up the ass with an assortment of dildos and sex toys, and she also has ichy knuckles and fists him. They are both 19, devoted to little ole ME, and such a cute couple. I always sensed the girl was a barracude femme top, now i know that the boy is a proper butch bottom. Now that sizzles!!!!!
Here is a little note from my darling Larry BobGoblin. I'm so proud of Larry. He's made some major changes in his life, which make me respect, and adore him even more then i already do:
I was talking to a friend of mine on the phone Friday morning and she mentioned she'd sent me an email the night before about an ad posted on craigslist looking for a piano player. I wasn't planning on checking email before I went out, but I went ahead and read the ad. They said they wanted someone to play for a show on Sunday (two days away) and that the pay was $100 and there were six songs or so to play. I'd been thinking of going tothe Harrison bear street fair Sunday, but I figured I could use the cash more. I called the number and talked to a woman there, who passed the phone on to the leader of the band. There was going to be a dress rehearsal in about an hour and a half, at noon. They told me where the gig was -- by coincidence it was at the same theater my band had played the week before. I said I'd do it.
I took a cab down to the rehearsal with my equipment. It took a while for someone to show up to open the theater. The main performer was a Black woman of about 50, and the other performers were young kids. Other than a guy fromthe theater, I was the only honky. The band was a bassist and a drummer and me on keyboards. The bassist was the bandleader and gave me some indication of the key of what we were playing. I'm a little more used to playing off charts. For one of the songs he wrote out some chord changes for me. I managed to make it through the performance ok. At a couple points there was a call for classical music and I was able to fill in some Bach and Mozart. The bassist was really good -- he played funk grooves and a song with a blues progression. The bassist gave me a ride home. Apparently there was something wrong with the computer on which his production company had the usual list of piano players, which is why the ad was placed on craigslist. Today I went down to the gig. There was a low turnout -- I don't think the show was promoted very effectively. The main woman was probably trying to do too much. Anyway, we still played pretty well, and I was given the promised$100 in cash (I'd spent about $25 in cab fare getting to the practice and the gig but got a ride home today as well.) The woman who put the show on also had a display of her black folk art rag dolls, and gave me a little cloth refrigerator magnet of a woman in a headscarf. I didn't play all that great -- I could use more practice and more direction, but as always happens when I play in new musical situations or with new people, I learned a lot.
The bassist has a studio in the east bay -- I don't know if he'd ask me again to play with him, but at least I conducted myself pretty professionally by doing the gig on such short notice.
Larry
WETTKAMFE
Willy Banta and Miriam Jacobsen of the band Spookie Pie took me dinner at Taylor's Steakhause in Koreatown. I had the infamous London Broil and drink a million whiskey sours. I always have an amazing time with Willy and Miriam. Willy's day job is a science teacher at King Middle School in Silverlake. Miriam has been working in the calender section of the LA Weekly for years. They bought a cute little house recently in Burbank.
Talk about a creative couple. Always engaged in some fun project, and with a whimsical youthful spirit that makes them so wonderful to be around. There are very few people i can stomach these days. I swear i'm becoming more of a recluse.
Held an audition at the Parlour Club for some new talent. I discovered Mr. Uncertain that way, and now I'm hoping to mold another gem from the rough. A nice woman singer, from the open mike circuit sang a few songs for me. She's only been performing for about six months, and hasn't really found her voice yet. I'm always excited about new talent.
Later that evening at Bricktops filmmaker Laura Nix and her Whirly Girly Burlesque bicycle riding Club came in mass, about 45 strong Valkaries, all hyped up on pedal fever. Talk about a sexy entrance.
The entire evening was spectacular. Our salute to Lucia Joyce, the dancing daughter of James Joyce was very inspiring to a lot of people. The last time i got such a lovely response was when i did a tribute to Carl Van Vechten and this young college age black woman came up to me in the DJ booth thanking me profusely. I always worry that my themes are just to esoteric, but you know what, I don't feel like i should dumba down what i do. If they get it, fine, and if they don't thats fine too. After two years of doing Bricky's i've proven that there is a clubgoing crowd that wants something with a little more bite and substance. Gosh mostly all the other clubs in town are pretty pedestrian, so my nite does stand out.
Bay area movement performer Jean Spinosa did an incredible job, choreographing a sizzling piece that featured another dazzling girl and a humpy fair skinned boy. The crowd was mesmerized.
My performance consisted of trying to find the tightest sphincters in the crowd, and i did a little monologue about when you're an artist you are considered crazy. In this society having original ideas is tantamount to madness.
Was introduced to John Hassall and Gary Powell of the British band The Libertines, they seemed truly flumuxed by Bricktops. My club really hits people from left of field. Drag King, Mo B Dick was also running around. Mo B. was dressed pretty femme, i don't think she is a lesbian anymore. Is that a new trend? So many lesbians are dating men now. Her date was this guy who is a co-founder of Google, Sergey Brin. He was kindof cute, i would let him stick his penis in me anytime.
Other notables who i was formally introduced to: Diego Luna of Y Tu Mama Tambien fame, who said that Bricktops is needed in Mexico City. I told him their was a Bricktops in Mexico City in the 40s and 50s. Diego was with two other Mexican actors whose names i forget and a french actor named Gre'gor Derange're who was last seen in the Isabelle Adjani movie "Bon Voyage". I was told that some young male ingenue named Dax Shephard was also at the club, but i don't know what he looks like, so i can't personally vouch for that. I did talke to Mean Mommy of the Cheap Beer Saaphic Filmakers Collective, art historian Robert Summers and his well endowed photographer beau Matt Lipps, and Heather and her Toxic Titties Art Gang.
Saturday was my first day housesitting for Hector & Eric who are off to Europa. They have a cute home on the top of Maltman Avenue in Silverlake. I walked down Edgecliffe and visited with Dr. Jennifer Doyle who made me some delicious soup, then off i went to cruise the tired Sunset Conjunction Function. Saw lots of latin rovers, echo park effetes and Los Feliz pretty boys. No one was biting at my line. The rock stage seemed dull and uninspiring, and the heritage stage was the usual Michael McKinney McKoodle with the former husbands, daughters, uncles and aunts of the Supremes performing, but i did enjoy Ashford & Simpson especially when they sang, "On Any Streetcorner". Poor Valerie Simpson she has been married to that black hair queen for over 35 years----let me stop being so cynical, some mix marriages between straight women and gay men work really well. Charles Laughton and Elsa Lancester are the perfect example.
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