Saturday, April 01, 2006



Madonna to take Studio 54 on tour


30/03/2006 - 17:57:22

Superstar Madonna plans to make her forthcoming world tour her most spectacular yet by recreating New York City's legendary hedonistic nightclub Studio 54 on stage.

Following the huge success of her Confessions On A Dance Floor album last year, Madonna is planning a world tour which is set to begin in Los Angeles in May.

The Material Girl has also been inspired by David LaChapelle's street dance documentary Rize and plans to 'krump' on her forthcoming world tour.

A tour source tells British newspaper The Sun: "Madonna has ordered a unique spinning platform to be designed so she and her dancers can recreate Studio 54's extravagant scenes.

"She has also ordered dozens of disco balls to decorate the stage with authentic seventies lighting."

Friday, March 31, 2006









Let me show you
the world
through my eyes...
Depeche Mode.

Anton Corbijn is being accused of creative improprieties for his feather creature on DM's PLAYING THE ANGEL. Robert Smith of THE CURE seems to think there's more than a passing resemblance to his earlier work on the single BOYS DON'T CRY.

Who needs the publicity more?
Depeche? The Cure?

Beauty at its best.
David Vance, photographer.
David Vance, nudes.

Thursday, March 30, 2006


MercSurf:

via today's google alert:

"Rodgers realizes that Mercury, who strutted, preened and employed martial-arts moves onstage while covering four octaves with his vocals, was a one-of-a-kind talent."







Hey, Scalia.
You too!




©Peter Smith
Boston University
Assistant Professor, photojournalism













Grace.
Gone. Hardly forgotten.
Descanse en pace.


From the Archives.
Faces in the news:


Freed!



Released!




25 years ago today...




In memoriam.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006


Dance to live.
Live to dance.

This is exactly why!

Bonus version!
A string quartet!

I feel so extraordinary
Something’s got a hold on me
I get this feeling I’m in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
I don’t care ’cause I’m not there
And I don’t care if I’m here tomorrow
Again and again I’ve taken too much
Of the things that cost you too much
I used to think that the day would never come
I’d see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun...

When I was a very small boy,
Very small boys talked to me
Now that we’ve grown up together
They’re afraid of what they see
That’s the price that we all pay
Our valued destiny comes to nothing
I can’t tell you where we’re going
I guess there was just no way of knowing
I used to think that the day would never come
I’d see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun...

I feel so extraordinary
Something’s got a hold on me
I get this feeling I’m in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
The chances are we’ve gone too far
You took my time and you took my money
Now I fear you’ve left me standing
In a world that’s so demanding
I used to think that the day would never come
I’d see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun...

Tuesday, March 28, 2006


TV Producer Dan Curtis Dies at 78

A Syracuse alum (1950).
Who knew!

Television, as we knew it, has officially died.
Oh, but we can have a seancé and bring it back...

Rest in peace, Dan.
Thanks for many, many hours of the finest TV.

Monday, March 27, 2006

Sorry I'm hung up on Patrick Hernandez.

Ev'ry day I write the list the reasons why I still believe they do exist
(a thousand beautiful things...)
Annie Lennox

Do you see a beautiful dress?

Tragically, this book is 25 years old.
I read it then, for entirely different reasons.
Sadly and ironically, it predated Brokeback.

The International Distress Symbol.
Who knew.

Somewhere between 1,000 and 2,000...

photo © David Vance

I bought this book on eBay for $2 + shipping.

[did you cover your eyes when they told you?]

I'm sending it along tomorrow.
The least I can do.


There may be an om in moment
But there's very few folk in focus
Not the first, not the last, not the least.
You needn't be well to be wealthy
But you've got to be whole to be holy
Fetch the rope, fetch the clock, fetch the priest.
Oh this planet of ours is a mess
I bet Heaven's the same
Look the madman said, "Son,
As a friend, tell me what's in a name,"
Hallowed be thy name.

I give you the state of statesmen
And the key to what motivates them
On the left, on the right, on the nail
Still I don't see a man in a mansion
That an accurate pen won't puncture
Go to town, go to hell, go to jail.
And there's bars and saloons
Where the jukebox plays blues in the night
Till the madman says "Son,
Time to go we could both use some light"
And thy will be done.

We live in an age of cages
The tale of an ape escaping
In the search for some truth he can use
But many a drunk got drunker
And mostly a thinker, thunker
Set the place, set the time, set the fuse,
The optimist laughed and the pessimist cried in his wine
And the madman said "Son,
Take a word they'll all wake given time"
Let thy kingdom come...

The madman and I got drunker
Till both thought the other thank you
And we laughed all the way to the stars
The optimist asked for a taste of the pessimist's wine
And the madman said "Son,
How do you feel?" I said "Me? I feel fine
Lead me into temptation
Into temptation
I said into temptation
I need my allocation of recreation
I want a revelation in degradation
No hesitation, give me variation, give me inspiration..."

Hallowed Be Thy Name|Emerson Lake + Palmer

Playlist:

Mad World|Gary Jules
Mad World|Tears for Fears

Playlist:

There but for the Grace of God|Machine

Sunday, March 26, 2006



Long overdue.


Note to George + Madge:

Kids. About that feud. Get over it.
George. WTF?
Madge, how about a benefit single?
War. Hurricanes. Earthquakes. AIDS. Kids.
Greyhounds, even.
We could use it.

Folks:
consider a remake of Lady America by Voyage.
Smash hit all over it.

Just a thought.


You can't dance,
when you're depressed.
Especially if you're the platemaster.

Duh.


Dance music is why you would never sacrifice your hearing,
if asked which of the senses you'd go without...

With this year's Black Party featuring a "performance" by none other than Buck Angel,I'm seriously afraid that the "gay" community
is going for the ultimate in shock value.

With such images as Mapplethorpe's double-fisting, Witkin's foot-fuck, and Serrano's blood cum urine cum milk seeming tamer and passé v. BREAKING NEWS, I can only speculate on the next benchmark for gay circuit parties.

So the gay community is finally acknowledging the tranny community?
Great. So they aren't focused on "how big is your dick??"
Still. Pussy for The Black Party?



The Black Party 2007: HOSTEL
Killer music.


Maybe this will help get the fucking thing written.
So much is already done, but it's in my head.
Fat lot of good that's going to do me.
Especially if I get hit by a bus.


Not what you think. And not what you're thinking.
Are you thinking?
Fuck.
Yeah.


They said there’ll be snow at christmas
They said there’ll be peace on earth
But instead it just kept on raining
A veil of tears for the virgin’s birth
I remember one christmas morning
A winters light and a distant choir
And the peal of a bell and that christmas tree smell
And their eyes full of tinsel and fire

They sold me a dream of christmas
They sold me a silent night
And they told me a fairy story
’till I believed in the israelite
And I believed in father christmas
And I looked at the sky with excited eyes
’till I woke with a yawn in the first light of dawn
And I saw him and through his disguise

I wish you a hopeful christmas
I wish you a brave new year
All anguish pain and sadness
Leave your heart and let your road be clear
They said there’ll be snow at christmas
They said there’ll be peace on earth
Hallelujah noel be it heaven or hell
The christmas you get you deserve

I Believe in Father Christmas|Emerson Lake + Palmer


We have Frank Diaz as photographed by
Robert Mapplethorpe to thank for the image
of the first Black Party in 1981.


The same.
Just different.

Gordon Parks
v.
Paul Strand