SATURDAY NIGHT IN NYC!
I attended one of the last performance of Linda SImpson's THE BAD HOSTESS at La Mama Theater. I can't believe that place is celebrating it's 47th season! Bless founder Ellen Stewart--she's fostered so much downtown talent! And it's thoughtful little things like this which make might explain the playhouse's longevity. Though Linda's latest play only ran for 6 nights, La Mama took the time to create a special dressing room for the drag star!
(It's darling, but somehow the fish doesn't seem appropriate for Linda.)
Anyhoo, the holiday-themed play was chock full of laughs, and should she mount another production, I highly recommend that you see it. Linda even had a hot new sculptured dress for the occasion! So I'll forgive that severe flat bob she was working. (OK, I'll try!) Floyd hammed it up perfectly as the flamboyant, messy drag queen neighbor whose whiny cousin joined Lydia (Linda Simpson) for her Christmas bash. Memorably played by Erin Markey, the cousin's absurd rendition of SILENT NIGHT in which she riffed up and down more than Mariah, Christina and Beyonce combined in a chord signature from another planet was one of the show's highlights. The only other guest who showed was Chris Tanner, a druggy party promoter who tried to hit on Pretty Boy Dazzle, a young seminary student who'd tagged along with Floyd's bratty, wannabe singing cousin. I went with Star Queen who was visiting from Nashville and spotted downtown luminaries like Mike Albo, Soignee and Roxanne Lowitt in the packed house. (I don't know if Roxanne considers herself downtown, but I do.)
I didn't know if was supposed to be taking photos--though Roxanne had her camera out--but I did snap one of the curtain call. Sorry Linda's eyes were shut. But that seemed to be a common theme among audience members as well, along with snoring.
As Star and I hit the streets we were deluged by participants of Santa Con. What rock have I been under? I've never heard of this kooky new holiday tradition where guys dress up as Santa and hit bars, Grand Central station or whatever. According to the Village Voice, where I snatched this photo (click HERE for the slide show) 50,000 Santas attacked Moscow. Moscow??? A lot of the ones I saw were awfully cute. I guess it is a good way for a shy straight guy to start a conversation with a girl he fancies. Who doesn't love Santa? I hope some enterprising homeless guys throw on an outfit--it's a straight thang so they needn't be too accurate--seize this opportunity to pick up cute young girls who then realize that the guts, long beards and rosy noses don't come off in the morning after a boozy roll in the hay! Or piss-stained newspapers? Or is that just mean?
You never know what you'll find on the streets of NYC. I was amazed at the artistry of this hippy bus. Don't know what an art connoisseur would call this vivid painting style, but I think it has a hints of Tabboo! and Kenny Scharf, and the ye olde gilt accents give it a San Francisco touch.
AW, THE BUNNY!
NOT A BALCONY!
A BALD UNICORN WITH EYELASHES NEVER HURTS!
I DON'T KNOW WHO TO GIVE CREDIT TO, BUT THIS IS AMAZING!
The next day, I saw for the second time, a guy wandering around 14th Street with his cat on his head. The first time I saw him he was with a girl, and they seemed to be lingering with an odd, possibly druggy feeling. But on my second sighting he was much more gregarius and when he saw me admiring his chat chapeau, he said "I'm trying to get a few dollars for something to eat." I obliged him and snapped a couple pics. Well worth it. This is a fur accessory that even PETA would approve of! He's sorta cute in a rugged way. And he obviously knows how to work a pussy!
(It's darling, but somehow the fish doesn't seem appropriate for Linda.)
Anyhoo, the holiday-themed play was chock full of laughs, and should she mount another production, I highly recommend that you see it. Linda even had a hot new sculptured dress for the occasion! So I'll forgive that severe flat bob she was working. (OK, I'll try!) Floyd hammed it up perfectly as the flamboyant, messy drag queen neighbor whose whiny cousin joined Lydia (Linda Simpson) for her Christmas bash. Memorably played by Erin Markey, the cousin's absurd rendition of SILENT NIGHT in which she riffed up and down more than Mariah, Christina and Beyonce combined in a chord signature from another planet was one of the show's highlights. The only other guest who showed was Chris Tanner, a druggy party promoter who tried to hit on Pretty Boy Dazzle, a young seminary student who'd tagged along with Floyd's bratty, wannabe singing cousin. I went with Star Queen who was visiting from Nashville and spotted downtown luminaries like Mike Albo, Soignee and Roxanne Lowitt in the packed house. (I don't know if Roxanne considers herself downtown, but I do.)
I didn't know if was supposed to be taking photos--though Roxanne had her camera out--but I did snap one of the curtain call. Sorry Linda's eyes were shut. But that seemed to be a common theme among audience members as well, along with snoring.
As Star and I hit the streets we were deluged by participants of Santa Con. What rock have I been under? I've never heard of this kooky new holiday tradition where guys dress up as Santa and hit bars, Grand Central station or whatever. According to the Village Voice, where I snatched this photo (click HERE for the slide show) 50,000 Santas attacked Moscow. Moscow??? A lot of the ones I saw were awfully cute. I guess it is a good way for a shy straight guy to start a conversation with a girl he fancies. Who doesn't love Santa? I hope some enterprising homeless guys throw on an outfit--it's a straight thang so they needn't be too accurate--seize this opportunity to pick up cute young girls who then realize that the guts, long beards and rosy noses don't come off in the morning after a boozy roll in the hay! Or piss-stained newspapers? Or is that just mean?
You never know what you'll find on the streets of NYC. I was amazed at the artistry of this hippy bus. Don't know what an art connoisseur would call this vivid painting style, but I think it has a hints of Tabboo! and Kenny Scharf, and the ye olde gilt accents give it a San Francisco touch.
AW, THE BUNNY!
NOT A BALCONY!
A BALD UNICORN WITH EYELASHES NEVER HURTS!
I DON'T KNOW WHO TO GIVE CREDIT TO, BUT THIS IS AMAZING!
The next day, I saw for the second time, a guy wandering around 14th Street with his cat on his head. The first time I saw him he was with a girl, and they seemed to be lingering with an odd, possibly druggy feeling. But on my second sighting he was much more gregarius and when he saw me admiring his chat chapeau, he said "I'm trying to get a few dollars for something to eat." I obliged him and snapped a couple pics. Well worth it. This is a fur accessory that even PETA would approve of! He's sorta cute in a rugged way. And he obviously knows how to work a pussy!
posted by Lady Bunny at Tuesday, December 16, 2008
8 Comments:
Who says SantaCon is a straight thing? I dunno, but I was there and I saw many a gay Santa, and a few drag Lady Santa type things. It's "mixed."
Next year I'm dressing for SantaCon as a holiday-themed Hello, Dolly star--Christmas Carol!
Is Santa Con from a movie? How did it originate? I didn't see any drags but maybe 'll have to go nest year. The event's website is SantaCon.com. --LB
It had some kind of other name and started in another country. I think in other countries they do things, like community projects, here they just go around and drink.
Boy, even I heard of it....
You just plain gettin' old
GUILTY AS CHARGED! and no sign of improvement in that area. --LB
It started it San Francisco, not "another country"--LOL! It started in 1996, I think kind of spontaneously a la Wigstock. It's all very loosely organized.
It would be AMAZING if you joined us next year, Bunny. You could sing us a heart-warming version of "There's Always Tomorrow"
also: http://nycsantacon.com/ is the NYC Santacon site (not much there really)
Machine Dazzle @ Santacon NYC 2007: http://flickr.com/photos/siberfi/2110484695/
I keep seeing this guy with the cat on his head. I ignored him the first couple of times but it's just a little wierd to walk around with a cat on your head constantly. Especially when it was so damn cold last week.
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