6/30/2006
6/17/2006
just say judy

Thursday night, JP and I hit Carnegie Hall for Rufus Wainwright's famous/infamous Judy Garland lovefest. The show left me with a mixture of emotions: I was glad to have caught this once-in-a-lifetime performance, and thrilled to see Rufus at the top of his game (mostly).
But the concert itself was a little, well, underwhelming in places. I'm not convinced Rufus deserves to be doing the legendary Judy concert so early in his career (something Jerry pointed out as the show was starting). I also tend to think the whole thing was a big stunt. Still, it was a brilliant stunt.
My review of the performance, which is probably a bit more glowing than I actually intended, appears on The Advocate's site:
The Man That Got Away (With It)
Some called it a stunt, some called it heresy, but at two sold-out shows at Carnegie Hall this week, out singer Rufus Wainwright succeeded in recreating the magic of Judy Garland
6/14/2006
potty humor
This week's Blotter takes place in an airplane lavatory, which was a challenge to draw. I also try to avoid bathroom humor, because I think it's too lowbrow even for me. Oh well. Can't win 'em all, I guess.Blotter A woman from Maine boarded a plane at Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport ...
6/13/2006
din da da
What a hectic week.In case you haven't heard, NYC nightlife darling Kevin Aviance was gay bashed Friday night, beat to hell and back by a group of young thugs on 14th Street.
I heard the news Saturday afternoon, when my phone started ringing and the text messages started pouring in. I've spent the last two days working the phones, trying to nail down the story for my mag. At one point I thought I'd been granted an exclusive bedside interview, but this morning the offer fell through. Kevin's jaw is broken, which makes it hard to talk, and his lawyer's now involved, which makes it even harder.
Even still, I'm not used to working on breaking news. Such is the joy of the arts and entertainment reporter. We have days, sometimes weeks, to mull over our copy. Not in this case. I cranked out my finished article in an afternoon. It runs on Friday, but if I get a wild hair I might post it early here for you, my loyal readers. (The both of you.)
Dealing with the incident, though, has also had other startling effects. It's made me reconsider all the drunken nights I've stumbled home from bars, both here in the Metropolis and back in Atlanta. Just the other night, the BF and I had a particularly sloppy night out at G, followed by a hazy walk back to the West Village. Even worse, we sent our drunk-as-a-skunk friend off into the dark bowels of Chelsea on his own. He made it home OK, apparently even found a friend along the way (ahem), but I now feel guilty about not being more concerned. If a Glamazon like Kevin Aviance can get mauled like that (similar to what happend to my friend Chris Crain last year in Amsterdam), then seriously, none of us are safe.
6/11/2006
stop bush
A few weeks back, the BF and I took in the Whitney Biennial just before it closed. Lots of amazing creations (along with more than a few duds, I thought), but one of the pieces that struck a nerve for me was Richard Serra's to-the-point indictment of the Iraq War, Stop Bush.
I think that singular image from Abu Ghraib will continue to be an icon of the abuses of both Iraq and this presidency for years to come. The hooded figure shows up in my Blotter illustration this week, and the mere act of drawing it made my heart beat a little bit faster.
Blotter His ex-boyfriend served in Iraq and is highly trained ...
I think that singular image from Abu Ghraib will continue to be an icon of the abuses of both Iraq and this presidency for years to come. The hooded figure shows up in my Blotter illustration this week, and the mere act of drawing it made my heart beat a little bit faster.
Blotter His ex-boyfriend served in Iraq and is highly trained ...
sick in the head
I've been sick as the proverbial dog all week, with a chest cold that just won't quit. (Probably not helped along by the bouts of binge drinking, but that makes no nevermind.)The cough got the best of me Wednesday, when I actually called in sick to work and spent the day either sleeping or lying on the couch watching really embarrassingly bad television.
This always happens.
I get a little bug and next thing I know, I completely lose the ability to resist when my remote control roulette lands on a loser. Tuesday night — I'm not making this up — I actually sat through Troy. What in the holy hell was Brad Pitt thinking? The hair says South Beach gigolo. The costumes say Caligula meets International Male. I said, "More, please!" — because I then actually suffered through another Pitt stain, Mr. and Mrs. Smith.
Now, this train wreck will go down as one of those movies more famous for what happened off-screen than on, and I was marginally intrigued to see if Brangelina had any actual chemistry. They don't. Pitt looks like he's in pain for the whole laborious affair, and so was I.
The good news: The cold seems to be subsiding, and last night the BF and I took in a surprisingly satisfying little queer comedy, appropriately titled Another Gay Movie. In a spoof of American Pie, four gay grads vow to lose their virginity in the summer before college. A Pride parade of anal sex jokes follows. It's so wrong, it's right. Actually, it's just wrong, but hilarious. When this queer keeper opens in your town, buy a ticket and get ready to clutch the pearls. Yes, it would've been better with a few drinks beforehand, but seriously, I'm trying to heal.
6/09/2006
rainbow connections
Another clip for my exhaustive collection of Pride-related stories:The Catch A Pride guide to fresh meat.
Meanwhile, I just stumbled upon the site of Mark Julien, the artist who has illustrated my Catch column since it premiered. Good stuff.
And finally, my interview story with Rufus Wainwright finally ran this week. I'm sorta bummed, though; sounds like the interview he gave Time Out was a lot more scintillating. Oh well.
Friend of Dorothy Rufus Wainwright gets even gayer with a two-day tribute to Judy Garland
6/06/2006
god, gays, garfunkel
• I never really read Mother Jones, but I happened to check out their site this week and was pleasantly surprised to find a piece by my former co-worker John Sugg. Good stuff, and definitely alarming. A Nation Under God
For the increasingly powerful Christian Reconstruction movement, the task is to establish the Kingdom of God right now—from the courthouse to the White House.
• Speaking of crazy God stuff, I was talking to my BF's mom this weekend and mentioned reading a fascinating piece in The New Yorker about the Episcopal fight over gay priests. I dug up the link to send it to her, and read the story again myself. Amazing work. Not sure how long this link will work, but here goes:
A Church Asunder For Episcopalians, faith in the power of compromise was almost doctrinal—until a diocese elected a gay bishop.
• Finally, though it has nothing to do with the Almighty, I've had a couple of kooky clips in The NY Press. First was a personal essay on the power of outdoor music.
Feelin' Groovy
Searching for the next legendary outdoor concert
This week the NYP ran a revised version of my blog post about venturing into IKEA Hell. It's changed a bit from the original a year ago. Enjoy.
Yellow is the Color of Fear
the scandinavian way
And speaking of gay marriage, congrats are due to my friend Darren Spedale, who today faced up to blowhard Bill O'Reilly of Fox News on the air. Bill, frankly, didn't do much to address the actual issue at hand but kept steering the conversation back into an empty corner. The next segment was on teachers who sleep with their students: more hard-hitting news from the fine folks at Fox.Darren's new book Gay Marriage: For Better or For Worse? just came out, and it examines the impact same-sex unions have had on Scandinavia, where gays have enjoyed the benefits of marriage since 1989 (!). Plus, those Danes tend to be hot hot.
But I digress. Buy the book.
6/05/2006
save what?
The wedding was held Saturday evening in the outdoor courtyard of the bride and groom's condo building. A brisk June breeze cooled down guests waiting for the show to start, but we didn't have to wait for long. Eventually the procession began — in silence, which surprised me.
When the bride came forward, a trumpter hummed out the traditional bridal march. I hadn't laid eyes on her in months, and I would not have recognized her if not for the tell-tale white dress. Her hair was different than I recalled, and I was accustomed to seeing her face behind glasses. The groom had shaved the beard I last saw him with, and his cheeks were shining. He told me later he'd had a facial that day.
The ceremony was brief, perhaps the shortest I've ever seen. One of the bridesmaids was a gay boy. He wore a black suit and tie, and was butcher than I'd ever seen him act before. Which isn't saying much.
Some vows were swapped. Someone read from a Madeleine L'Engle book, I believe. We were standing near the back and there were no mics.
Then came a simple reception, with wine and beer and a no-nonsense (but delicious) Chinese buffet. No fuss over the cake: Help yourself. No embarrassing toasts from drunken brothers-in-law or weeping grandmothers. No undergarments tossed, no icing licked (that I saw, anyway).
Dusk fell and guests started to slowly leave. I jokingly asked the groom if he had plans for later. "I'm busy," he said. I'll bet.
It was an understated and elegant affair — surely a lot more fuss than it looked like from outside, but such a nice reprieve from the usual congress of nuptials.
. . .
Today, President Bush urged the Senate to approve a constitutional amendment to ban same-sex marriage, echoing ideas from his Saturday radio address. The amendment isn't expected to clear the Senate, but it's still awfully depressing that the Decider in Chief feels the need to focus his energies on this polarizing debate, especially considering:
• Gas prices are now 77.6 cents higher than a year ago.
• In Iraq, the city of Baghdad just had its most murderous month since the U.S. invasion.
• Iran has started making outright threats.
• At least 3.5 million people are likely to experience homelessness during a year in the United States and 40 percent of them will be children.
• Terrorist cells are again on the move.
But clearly, the thing our country needs to be focusing on is "saving" marriage.
Funny, from what I saw on Saturday, looks to me like marriage is doing just fine. It's everything else I'm worried about.
When the bride came forward, a trumpter hummed out the traditional bridal march. I hadn't laid eyes on her in months, and I would not have recognized her if not for the tell-tale white dress. Her hair was different than I recalled, and I was accustomed to seeing her face behind glasses. The groom had shaved the beard I last saw him with, and his cheeks were shining. He told me later he'd had a facial that day.The ceremony was brief, perhaps the shortest I've ever seen. One of the bridesmaids was a gay boy. He wore a black suit and tie, and was butcher than I'd ever seen him act before. Which isn't saying much.
Some vows were swapped. Someone read from a Madeleine L'Engle book, I believe. We were standing near the back and there were no mics.
Then came a simple reception, with wine and beer and a no-nonsense (but delicious) Chinese buffet. No fuss over the cake: Help yourself. No embarrassing toasts from drunken brothers-in-law or weeping grandmothers. No undergarments tossed, no icing licked (that I saw, anyway).
Dusk fell and guests started to slowly leave. I jokingly asked the groom if he had plans for later. "I'm busy," he said. I'll bet.
It was an understated and elegant affair — surely a lot more fuss than it looked like from outside, but such a nice reprieve from the usual congress of nuptials.
. . .
Today, President Bush urged the Senate to approve a constitutional amendment to ban same-sex marriage, echoing ideas from his Saturday radio address. The amendment isn't expected to clear the Senate, but it's still awfully depressing that the Decider in Chief feels the need to focus his energies on this polarizing debate, especially considering:• Gas prices are now 77.6 cents higher than a year ago.
• In Iraq, the city of Baghdad just had its most murderous month since the U.S. invasion.
• Iran has started making outright threats.
• At least 3.5 million people are likely to experience homelessness during a year in the United States and 40 percent of them will be children.
• Terrorist cells are again on the move.
But clearly, the thing our country needs to be focusing on is "saving" marriage.
Funny, from what I saw on Saturday, looks to me like marriage is doing just fine. It's everything else I'm worried about.




