The buzzing hum sound couples with a light vibration and a quick periodic clang, the cable lines run run run ..the clang...with no responding grummph of a gripman's pull or release.. nocturnal tease torturing for sleepless lover and forever tired residents of the packed, stacked, squat brick or stucco building running up and down the oldest streets, street slick with the forever wet that is the fog night in this village ,or more truthfully our villages all.clinging madly to ancient mountains above a drowned great valley next to the Pacific.
A stage model perfect blown big on steroids baseball stadium, arena for a kook in a grecian formula blackened beard. and too young men so young you can see them minding maaners jus like mom said all sexy as only a drunk ball with a hunky muscled stranger can be for the good girls now professional woe-myn that appear out of no where when these good looking most all boyly manly-men are around.t Salvation is in the truth any man skilled in use of his own wooden bat -swinging bat and his balls is laid in place of the kook in the darkened beard and that magic weed oh.
That smell...the death of a mated skunk can stink no more...the acidic notes cling your nose bombarded....poisonly it perfumes the air , mellowing the legions of lost and soothing for a moment fearful unemployed thousands...it's a long game ...the kook on the monitor looks like Zeus and the day can be filled by moments of hilarity, fear, truth, sex, insatiable cravings and sleep....that stink., blended just north of our villages. Lovingly nurtured, tested,strains yet unknown in the hoods to the far east of our drowned valley handcrafted as lovingly as any CUBANO cigar worthy of THE RAUL and just artisian as the bread baked and vines they grow.
So stylishly unique, all these yet unknown varieties of dopey dreamweed, cultivated by the best the agricultural university in the great valley has produced, released to the masses in the east in planned limited amounts worthy of the elites idea of scarcity. Rationed addiction of fun to stooges,decadence by degrees. One of kind plantations in mid-century houses on a mountain perfumed by sweet eucalyptus trees. The very best simply sought. Addictive agent as couture product. The high by design to fill the very egalitarian addiction. The common doper deluded and fleeced.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
ADMG as it applies to the one and many: THE RAUL and Baby Jane?
"ad majorem dei gloriam"....to the glory of God. The phrase rings sweet in the ears of the legions of alumnae of Jesuit run institutions. It is a rare accolade meanly rationed to the little boy's by the gemtleman of the Jesuit order in any number of similar college prep.s anywhere in the world. I could approach any performer who were formed in youth by the members of said order and ask what that meant to them in their work and a interesting interview would result.
Performers as different as the brilliant Raul Esparza and Matthew Martin have as an essence in the finely crafted quality of very different performace, an element of for the greater glory, if not any real belief in a diety. I know Matthew is a very sincere Roman Catholic and has served the needs of individual members of the Jesuit order, he remains, truly and sweet in his belief's. I think that Maddie does vamp and drag like only Baby Jane? can vamp and drag with a silent prayer said. It is sincere and because of its sincerity is not mocked in a performance world that Sulla would have found poisonous. The RAUL, he of easy charm, master of effortless sublime notes that wiggle into your heart, a sensuality that smokes and is innocent at the same time, crafts a completely different spell as conjuer and each work of The RAUL is a note played so like my best boy Mozart's works. The are only too many notes if you can't keep up! The nuance is the thing.
I reflect on the boy's Raul and Matt. Each the one and the many, A Jesuit education, Mothers both loving and embracing, read "EMBRACING". Each lady had family experiences of life under Communism, one in Cuba, the other in Serbia, large families, one in Florida, one in California, what was a boy to do? For the glory of God? My guess is they just wanted to be cool, blow a little dope and try to get laid. Thankfully both fround the answer to the demand presented to them at 14 in performance. ADMG! Clearly the essence of each star's performance is spiritual. The complete use of technique, skill, is enlivened and given unique voice by the individual spirit. We are all of us saints and sin is only the lack of taste. The blessed amongst us are the Matts's and Raul. The artistry of each performer in each and every performance is a precious thing that evaporates like a gorgeous bubble never to be experienced again.
Is it spiritual for all? I've had the life changing honor to perform with any number of brilliant atheists from the former U.S.S.R. All of whom, godless to a man and only like a man raised in a collecive can be, will cross themselves in the Orthodox manner as the overture play's. I, truly as an Episcopalian, quickly and silently request Nell Gwinn's tap or toi-toi during said period when the footlights come up, sans crossing. Is it spritual for me? Yes. Is it for the gentelman from Moscow? It is communion of sorts for them, perhaps more cultural than spiritual, less profane than the required bottles of Vodka generously shared in egalitarian echo of the glorious November Revolution with every passing member of the company. It sets the tone, literally infusing the opening note with a spiritual bravado. More Internationale but equal to the other world order.
Performers as different as the brilliant Raul Esparza and Matthew Martin have as an essence in the finely crafted quality of very different performace, an element of for the greater glory, if not any real belief in a diety. I know Matthew is a very sincere Roman Catholic and has served the needs of individual members of the Jesuit order, he remains, truly and sweet in his belief's. I think that Maddie does vamp and drag like only Baby Jane? can vamp and drag with a silent prayer said. It is sincere and because of its sincerity is not mocked in a performance world that Sulla would have found poisonous. The RAUL, he of easy charm, master of effortless sublime notes that wiggle into your heart, a sensuality that smokes and is innocent at the same time, crafts a completely different spell as conjuer and each work of The RAUL is a note played so like my best boy Mozart's works. The are only too many notes if you can't keep up! The nuance is the thing.
I reflect on the boy's Raul and Matt. Each the one and the many, A Jesuit education, Mothers both loving and embracing, read "EMBRACING". Each lady had family experiences of life under Communism, one in Cuba, the other in Serbia, large families, one in Florida, one in California, what was a boy to do? For the glory of God? My guess is they just wanted to be cool, blow a little dope and try to get laid. Thankfully both fround the answer to the demand presented to them at 14 in performance. ADMG! Clearly the essence of each star's performance is spiritual. The complete use of technique, skill, is enlivened and given unique voice by the individual spirit. We are all of us saints and sin is only the lack of taste. The blessed amongst us are the Matts's and Raul. The artistry of each performer in each and every performance is a precious thing that evaporates like a gorgeous bubble never to be experienced again.
Is it spiritual for all? I've had the life changing honor to perform with any number of brilliant atheists from the former U.S.S.R. All of whom, godless to a man and only like a man raised in a collecive can be, will cross themselves in the Orthodox manner as the overture play's. I, truly as an Episcopalian, quickly and silently request Nell Gwinn's tap or toi-toi during said period when the footlights come up, sans crossing. Is it spritual for me? Yes. Is it for the gentelman from Moscow? It is communion of sorts for them, perhaps more cultural than spiritual, less profane than the required bottles of Vodka generously shared in egalitarian echo of the glorious November Revolution with every passing member of the company. It sets the tone, literally infusing the opening note with a spiritual bravado. More Internationale but equal to the other world order.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
I was thinking of Raul Esparza and ......well I was thinking of Raul Esparza when ..
...A call logged on my voicemail. Finishing my solitary yet joyful ruminations, reflecting upon the glory of the manifold charms of the man that is THE RAUL, I was delighted to hear that I was invited to the world premiere of my dear friend and ex-roomie Matthew Martin's movie, Baby Jane? Mathew is the lead in a film production based upon the drag parody of Bette Davis's, "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane".
Matt's performance in the long running stage production led to a half dozen copycat productions mounted from L.A. to Sydney. Drag Queens, a lot like designers, are prone to feel they can do it better than the other guy or whatever, can. So too the awful after feel one feels as a result of viewing the bad acts or wearing the bad clothes. The edgy urbanity of Galliano as example, is highculture art, Friend John and all High Couturier's ability to make clothes look both flawless and effortless stand in glorious opposition to the rag merchant knockoffs. Visualize Donnatello Versace versus Vicky Pollard. The proof of the genius is as example, the glorious Carolyn Herrera spring gowns at Neiman Marcus and Bergdorf-Goodman. My dearest Maddies flawless performance in Baby Jane? is peformance art at it's very best. As to the copy cats, well keep at it girls but as of yet no one has called me to attend your opening night at the holy of holies The Castro.
Maddie's always held that imitation is the highest form of flattery which is consistent with his being a superb female impersonator of the Great Movie Diva's of the Golden era of movies, a gracious man and someone who can take the memory of the star which the audience has and like Dali and clocks turn it upside down to stunningly fun effect. So too the sadder performers torturing the denizens of obscure gay bars, clubs and karoke bars, the knock off rag traders struggle to get the idea which the couture houses create and shove a poorly made soon to be car wash rag to HM
That is it really the understanding of the huge difference of creation versus copy. Here's to you all the Maddie Martins, Raul Esparza's ..everyone rise....you are simply IT!
Matt's performance in the long running stage production led to a half dozen copycat productions mounted from L.A. to Sydney. Drag Queens, a lot like designers, are prone to feel they can do it better than the other guy or whatever, can. So too the awful after feel one feels as a result of viewing the bad acts or wearing the bad clothes. The edgy urbanity of Galliano as example, is highculture art, Friend John and all High Couturier's ability to make clothes look both flawless and effortless stand in glorious opposition to the rag merchant knockoffs. Visualize Donnatello Versace versus Vicky Pollard. The proof of the genius is as example, the glorious Carolyn Herrera spring gowns at Neiman Marcus and Bergdorf-Goodman. My dearest Maddies flawless performance in Baby Jane? is peformance art at it's very best. As to the copy cats, well keep at it girls but as of yet no one has called me to attend your opening night at the holy of holies The Castro.
Maddie's always held that imitation is the highest form of flattery which is consistent with his being a superb female impersonator of the Great Movie Diva's of the Golden era of movies, a gracious man and someone who can take the memory of the star which the audience has and like Dali and clocks turn it upside down to stunningly fun effect. So too the sadder performers torturing the denizens of obscure gay bars, clubs and karoke bars, the knock off rag traders struggle to get the idea which the couture houses create and shove a poorly made soon to be car wash rag to HM
That is it really the understanding of the huge difference of creation versus copy. Here's to you all the Maddie Martins, Raul Esparza's ..everyone rise....you are simply IT!
Friday, March 11, 2011
...and than GOD created Raul Esparza...
One of the many benefits of being an Episcopalian in 21st century North America is that all sin except the sin of bad taste has been voted down in convention. Even then, a different light reading of Saint Diana Vreelands admonition to the faithful, ...."that it isn't vulgar taste that's unforgiveable but the lack of any taste" which will place one beyond the pale, is to be debated in small group for future consideration.
It is a freeing and one that can redeem even the leopard print clad waitress on a spree in Atlantic City from the joyless world of the damned. Truly it's all a point of view and edit. Therefore keep mindful of Paul's advice to think of all that is "beautiful and good" in fashion and art and rest easy amongst beauty.
Of all the very lovely things and found amongst the unbearably beautiful people in the world of fashion and performance,each of whom reflects the divine in all of us, there lives the charming Raul Esparza. Raul's nuanced, sauve, singularly and stunningly strong voice is proof that man, in the talents of THE RAUL,is a reflection of aforementioned divinity! The handsome Esparza is that rare thing, a virile intellectual, one with magnificently developed artistic gifts. Each and every performance, each and every time is a manly man crafted work of Art. I think of Goya's studies, Picasso's modernity and rejoice that this man come to walk amongst us. I sit, listen and am drenched in the light of a STAR,the ubermensch known as the American Equity Actor THE RAUL. I remain thankful too that THE RAUL has not been trapped by the unter-cultura of the Fox Network. Though I confess to a passing image of Morrison and Esparza together,that image is not topic for a G rated blog devoted to the Art of life in a city.
If you are unable to praise THE RAUL as a member of the audience of Arcadia, googling his name under google video's will lead to a video of his performance as Bobby in COMPANY! It is that performance which converted me. Blessed Bette Davis, Saint Wallis Warfield Windsor, Blessed Noel Coward and Flo Ziegfield amongst you witness the joy of the perfomance of the
man Raul Esparza, he is destined for the Pantheon!
It is a freeing and one that can redeem even the leopard print clad waitress on a spree in Atlantic City from the joyless world of the damned. Truly it's all a point of view and edit. Therefore keep mindful of Paul's advice to think of all that is "beautiful and good" in fashion and art and rest easy amongst beauty.
Of all the very lovely things and found amongst the unbearably beautiful people in the world of fashion and performance,each of whom reflects the divine in all of us, there lives the charming Raul Esparza. Raul's nuanced, sauve, singularly and stunningly strong voice is proof that man, in the talents of THE RAUL,is a reflection of aforementioned divinity! The handsome Esparza is that rare thing, a virile intellectual, one with magnificently developed artistic gifts. Each and every performance, each and every time is a manly man crafted work of Art. I think of Goya's studies, Picasso's modernity and rejoice that this man come to walk amongst us. I sit, listen and am drenched in the light of a STAR,the ubermensch known as the American Equity Actor THE RAUL. I remain thankful too that THE RAUL has not been trapped by the unter-cultura of the Fox Network. Though I confess to a passing image of Morrison and Esparza together,that image is not topic for a G rated blog devoted to the Art of life in a city.
If you are unable to praise THE RAUL as a member of the audience of Arcadia, googling his name under google video's will lead to a video of his performance as Bobby in COMPANY! It is that performance which converted me. Blessed Bette Davis, Saint Wallis Warfield Windsor, Blessed Noel Coward and Flo Ziegfield amongst you witness the joy of the perfomance of the
man Raul Esparza, he is destined for the Pantheon!
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Doris Day and sailors in old Monterey
While it is clear that the truly loving Doris Day lives south of Carmel-by-the-Sea and that her stunningly posh and impeccably maintained hotel is no longer run by her, that siren of swing, the perfectly polished and effortlessly charming Miss Day's aura, the style of the movie herorines she portryed, delightfully perminate the Monterey Penisula. While the effects of all that lovely big money and style at Pebble Beach is NASCAR and the military lessen the feel of effortless, comfortable chic on the Monterey Peninsula on a whole the glory ofall that lovely big money in Pebble Beach, Carmel Valley and Carmel-by-the Sea and it's relaxed state while at the beach, on the golf course, riding, surfing is a genre of style that is found only on Californi'a central coast. Politely establshment doing what one does when not running nations or Fortune 50 corporations. It is rather like not be surprised to see La DAY, she of the rated G films and the smoking hot swing band era, walking a pack of pooches, wearing a yellow cashmere turtleneck sweater and houndstooth pants...perhaps a bit last year but really very chic. There is clearly an unwritten rule that casual golf-beach-ranch and I mean ranch owner is not frumpy but loache It is! But know the signs well or perish. It is all just for fun.
In addition to Mrs. Trotter's Antiques, Mission San Jaun Bautista (San Benito County), The Victorian Cafe and the Robert Talbot of Carmel, I've found the Bookhaven in Monterey. It has more of every type of book than could be described and has twoof the most charming men behind the counter. The stacks are overflowing with every sort of hard back book. What a delight! In the kindle era, when the joy of holding a book is fast becoming something only ladies and gentlemen of a certain age know and the surviving chains sell only the less expensive paperbacks the store has an assortment of titles and presses that will serve ant private collector and the lover of the art ofmaking books. I purchased two immaculate Folio Society books at amazing prices and have thereby sated my desire to purchase anything for the month.
The Bookhaven also has the very pleasing if unintential effect enabling one to observe the species HUNK SERVICEMAN, without causing said animal to be alarmed., by being across the street from the triangle shaped, (this is Monterey after all and very few streets are straight, though the straights do seem to have at least a visable majority amongst the strolling population) bus island. The island is a gathering point for the very fit, very handsome, very unaware of the sexual spark they charge the air with, young servicemen wishing to hook up to transit back to the Presidio or Navalbase. Be forewarned my Amazon's and other Appollo lovering predators, the most desireable ones, the single20 somethings, travel in small packs. The thing to do is to find one who has been separated or become lost from his pack. Like a sub-saharan watering hole the transit triangle serves well this need. Be also forewarned that like said sub-saharan watering holes there is alway's the potential that bigger, quicker hunters lurk in the area. So there is also the risk that the species Appolo's pack returns...that willoften happen but take heart the passing 4 x 4 full of said sorts can lead to dens full of the protien we need.
Mount! Bugle sounds, snap Celine and Hermes buckles, to the HUNT!
In addition to Mrs. Trotter's Antiques, Mission San Jaun Bautista (San Benito County), The Victorian Cafe and the Robert Talbot of Carmel, I've found the Bookhaven in Monterey. It has more of every type of book than could be described and has twoof the most charming men behind the counter. The stacks are overflowing with every sort of hard back book. What a delight! In the kindle era, when the joy of holding a book is fast becoming something only ladies and gentlemen of a certain age know and the surviving chains sell only the less expensive paperbacks the store has an assortment of titles and presses that will serve ant private collector and the lover of the art ofmaking books. I purchased two immaculate Folio Society books at amazing prices and have thereby sated my desire to purchase anything for the month.
The Bookhaven also has the very pleasing if unintential effect enabling one to observe the species HUNK SERVICEMAN, without causing said animal to be alarmed., by being across the street from the triangle shaped, (this is Monterey after all and very few streets are straight, though the straights do seem to have at least a visable majority amongst the strolling population) bus island. The island is a gathering point for the very fit, very handsome, very unaware of the sexual spark they charge the air with, young servicemen wishing to hook up to transit back to the Presidio or Navalbase. Be forewarned my Amazon's and other Appollo lovering predators, the most desireable ones, the single20 somethings, travel in small packs. The thing to do is to find one who has been separated or become lost from his pack. Like a sub-saharan watering hole the transit triangle serves well this need. Be also forewarned that like said sub-saharan watering holes there is alway's the potential that bigger, quicker hunters lurk in the area. So there is also the risk that the species Appolo's pack returns...that willoften happen but take heart the passing 4 x 4 full of said sorts can lead to dens full of the protien we need.
Mount! Bugle sounds, snap Celine and Hermes buckles, to the HUNT!
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
John Galliano and Genius triumphant
An exhausted and very drunk, very brilliant genius is set upon by cell phone papparazzi twerps and Dior, forgetful of the hundreds of millions the genius has made them and being supported by L.M.V.H, who has driven the genius to exhaustion in advance of Paris Fashion week, fires him. What? Fire your brilliant John because he was a rather tacky drunk? Are they loyal to Lagerfield or is he the next to be set upon? I mean after all he is GERMAN!
In this age when everyone has a cellphone camera and a video of a former Royal Duchess seeking bribes go viral on the internet, is anyone certain their private moments are not being watched by Mongolian tribesman with aceess to YouTube? Having had the honor of working with an international Opera Company I developed a thicker skin than the woman in the Cafe in Paris, so that I am not inclined to go viral when a drunk Russian Tenor passes out or a 20 something ballet boy of the Opera Ballet assures me on stage that no one will want me for anyting ever.
To the outraged and hurt observers of a farce that has no meaning to anyone other than John and the vile papprazzi wannabes that recorded and marketed it, I think Hitchcocks direction to Miss Novack.."let's not go to deeply into these things it is only a Movie." should help them move on....think of this.about our friend the brillant John.".let us not go to deeply into these things it is only the drunk ravings of an exhausted genius being harrassed by papparazzi." I has nothing, repeat NOTHING TO DO WITH SHOAH!
If they are so offended by poor John's rant than what do they think of Coco Chanel? Mde. Coco was far too use to the luxury that only Paris can provide to allow the occupation of her nation's capital by the victorius enemy to cause her discomfort. If dinner nightly ,with senior member's of the German Wermacht and Gestapo, resident in the Hotel Mde. Coco was also resident of., provided access to the oppulent world Mde preferred, than was it different than Russian Grand Dukes? Clearly not in Chanel's view of the world. I hesitate to say for fear of panicing the Pomeanian, what the legions of forming mobs must think of Hugo Boss! How do they overlook the founder's early, active and continual membership in the Nazi party? I doubt very much they know the history of support the finest Italian textile houses provided Il Duces popular movement.
Please may I ask the angry this, would it not have been better and far more supportive of the international culture of fashion, had L.M.V.H and Dio,r instead of firing him, sent Galliano to recovery and rest? Do the mobs of the offended really feel it's about latent anti-semitism rather than about what can happen to the truest of designers during the exhausting process of creation and execution of a new collection? Perhaps, like Alexander McQueen's suicide at this time last year, that rather than fear John, see him as this year's victim sacrificed upon the alter of fashion, done in by the pressure of bringing a Haute Couture Collection to show in a world much poorer than a few year's ago ? Is it tragic? Yes, but rejoice though in this, John isn't dead and his genius remains. Think too of this, isn't this incident much like Churchill's reply to a rather boarish dinner companion who had commented upon his drunken state ..."yes Madam I am drunk and you are very fat but tomorrow I will be sober and you will still be fat". Tomorrow John Galliano will continue to create fashion that is artful celebration of the best that is the best of culture and the boars will be gone. BRAVA JOHN!....but do friend John rest and order mineral water!
In this age when everyone has a cellphone camera and a video of a former Royal Duchess seeking bribes go viral on the internet, is anyone certain their private moments are not being watched by Mongolian tribesman with aceess to YouTube? Having had the honor of working with an international Opera Company I developed a thicker skin than the woman in the Cafe in Paris, so that I am not inclined to go viral when a drunk Russian Tenor passes out or a 20 something ballet boy of the Opera Ballet assures me on stage that no one will want me for anyting ever.
To the outraged and hurt observers of a farce that has no meaning to anyone other than John and the vile papprazzi wannabes that recorded and marketed it, I think Hitchcocks direction to Miss Novack.."let's not go to deeply into these things it is only a Movie." should help them move on....think of this.about our friend the brillant John.".let us not go to deeply into these things it is only the drunk ravings of an exhausted genius being harrassed by papparazzi." I has nothing, repeat NOTHING TO DO WITH SHOAH!
If they are so offended by poor John's rant than what do they think of Coco Chanel? Mde. Coco was far too use to the luxury that only Paris can provide to allow the occupation of her nation's capital by the victorius enemy to cause her discomfort. If dinner nightly ,with senior member's of the German Wermacht and Gestapo, resident in the Hotel Mde. Coco was also resident of., provided access to the oppulent world Mde preferred, than was it different than Russian Grand Dukes? Clearly not in Chanel's view of the world. I hesitate to say for fear of panicing the Pomeanian, what the legions of forming mobs must think of Hugo Boss! How do they overlook the founder's early, active and continual membership in the Nazi party? I doubt very much they know the history of support the finest Italian textile houses provided Il Duces popular movement.
Please may I ask the angry this, would it not have been better and far more supportive of the international culture of fashion, had L.M.V.H and Dio,r instead of firing him, sent Galliano to recovery and rest? Do the mobs of the offended really feel it's about latent anti-semitism rather than about what can happen to the truest of designers during the exhausting process of creation and execution of a new collection? Perhaps, like Alexander McQueen's suicide at this time last year, that rather than fear John, see him as this year's victim sacrificed upon the alter of fashion, done in by the pressure of bringing a Haute Couture Collection to show in a world much poorer than a few year's ago ? Is it tragic? Yes, but rejoice though in this, John isn't dead and his genius remains. Think too of this, isn't this incident much like Churchill's reply to a rather boarish dinner companion who had commented upon his drunken state ..."yes Madam I am drunk and you are very fat but tomorrow I will be sober and you will still be fat". Tomorrow John Galliano will continue to create fashion that is artful celebration of the best that is the best of culture and the boars will be gone. BRAVA JOHN!....but do friend John rest and order mineral water!
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