“4. The Village People in ‘Can’t Stop the Christmas Music — On Ice!’ (1980)* The Village People mobilize to save Christmas after Santa Claus (Paul Lynde) cops a serious hernia. What follows is a series of musical sequences - on ice! At one point, Bruce Jenner is drafted into the spectacle as Santa, which involves the most uncomfortably long chest-shaving and oiling sequence in the history of television. *So terrible that all evidence of its existence has been destroyed.”—
Top 10 Plays
1) Almost, Maine
2) A Midsummer Night’s Dream
3) You Can’t Take It With You
4) Noises Off
5) Twelve Angry Men
6) Alice in Wonderland (various adaptations)
7) The Crucible
8) Our Town
9) Neil Simon’s Fools
10) A Christmas Carol (various adaptations)
Top 10 Musicals
1) Disney’s Beauty and the Beast
4) Into the Woods
6) The Wizard of Oz (multiple adaptations)
7) You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown
8) The Music Man
9) Once Upon a Mattress
10) Thoroughly Modern Millie
“What are the differences between Mark Zuckerberg and me? I give private information on corporations to you for free, and I’m a villain. Zuckerberg gives your private information to corporations for money and he’s Man of the Year.”—Julian Assange on SNL (via kateoplis)
saw IN THE HEIGHTS again. I kept thinking “I just LOVE this show”. Christopher Jackson came back to the cast tonight, and I’d hate to imagine seeing someone else in that role. Andrea Burn’s performance has ripened favorably since I saw it last. I loved the tambor in Arielle Jacobs’ Nina. I went to her website which is too damn fancy for it’s own good but feature hers singing “Sleepy Man”, “Heatwave” and some other delicious goodies that make you glad to be gay.
With my new diggs, the Jay St stop takes on a new, high level of use in my weekly routine…but I don’t really know when or why I’d want to transfer to an R train there. But yay for trying to increase service in some small, lame way.
I don’t normally write this kind of email, but since any crazed, wi-fi enabled, hack can apparently dictate policy at the Smithsonion’s National Portrait Gallery, I thought it was worth throwing my hat into the ring. Now I am sure the controversy surrounding the unacceptable censorship of the “Fire in My Belly” must leave you with a “we just can’t win” feeling—being charged with homophobia after creating an expansive and very public “pro-gay” exhibit must suck. And I do want to commend you for currating the gallery in the first place, and having enough backbone to keep the rest of the exhibit up, despite the “controversy”. The cynic in me wants to say that if there were immediate, alternate programming the rest of the exhibit would go the way of the “Fire in My Belly” video, but I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. I wish this same benefit of the doubt had been extended to your curators who put together the exhibit, to assume that the works they chose would be rich in probative value, provocative (that is a goal), truthful and reflective of a specific, disenfranchised, viewpoint. I wish you had assumed that the curator chose “Fire in My Belly” to illustrate but one small part of the conflicted feelings many gays have towards Christianity and not as some leftist conspiracy to de-Christianize America. I wish you had stood behind the intent of the implicit protest of the art you selected and anticipated a visceral response from those against whom the protest was aimed. I wish you had gathered the angry responses and blog posts and displayed them with the “Fire in My Belly” to further acknowledge the piece’s relevancy. Sadly, I realize that, as a gay man—even one with internet access—what I wish is not as relevant or persuasive as what a straight man fears and that institutions that seek to literally destroy us are beyond our powers of criticism.