Sunday 30 June 2024

A fantabulosa day...

We're still coming down to earth after the sheer exuberance of yesterday's Gay Xmas!

We ventured off from Sal's pub The Shaston Arms (after a Prosecco-and-bacon-butties-breakfast) early enough to bag our "regular" spot on Piccadilly in swanky Mayfair, adjacent to the Burlington Arcade, to watch the parade passing by. The march set off from Hyde Park around midday, so we had some time to kill before it arrived, mainly spent making the most of our position outside Bentley & Skinner (Jewellers by Royal appointment to Her Late Majesty The Queen and His Former Royal Highness The Prince of Wales, now His Majesty The King, no less) and getting numerous selfies taken with gawking tourists and passers by - a trend that continued throughout the day with parade participants, too.

I think "Our Gang done good" with the red, gold and black [this year's theme, as set last autumn] outfits...

Once the parade proper kicked off, and we cheered, shouted, clacked our fans, posed incessantly [who, us??} and generally had a fun time chatting to people on the march and in the crowd, the day itself whooshed by. Before we knew it, we had spent five-and-a-half hours there! No wonder everyone's legs and bladders were under pressure, and so (almost reluctantly) we headed back to the Shaston for a much-needed sit down...

Here are a few highlights from the tremendous parade:

Fantabulosa, indeed!


STOP PRESS:

One of the songs of the day, for your delectation...

Saturday 29 June 2024

And let the fun begin...

Yes, it's Gay Pride Day!! Yayyyyyy!!

Only one more song to play, really (it's traditional):

Friday 28 June 2024

Vous êtes jamais seuls

Happy Gay Xmas Eve, dear reader!

Our outfits are sorted, the weather looks like it's going to be on our side, the bacon has been purchased for our gang's breakfast baps at Sal's pub tomorrow morning, the boys from Essex will be arriving this evening - and we're definitely in the mood for a Big Gay Party!!

Let's open the celebrations with the best song never to have been played on radio ever ["Yes, Sir!]:

Next - our Great Earth Mother Divine, and her whip...

Sabrina and her dancing twins...

And finally, Our Princess Kylie - with the Gay National Anthem!

Have a glittering weekend, folks - and thank Disco It's Pride Friday!!

Thursday 27 June 2024

There's nothing new under the sun...

As our countdown to Pride on Saturday continues, here's a little reminder to all those benighted yoof who think they've invented "gender fluidity" [whatever that actually means] that people were inverting the sexes a long, long time ago - and singing about it!

And then, there's this classic:


On a related note, the ever-wonderful, uber-camp musical genius that was George Melly had a particular fascination for the filthy innuendo of a genre of music known as "Dirty Blues", and recorded many of those songs - some orginally sung by women - like this Bessie Smith number from 1931:


"It's all just a little bit of history repeating!"

Wednesday 26 June 2024

¿Marica quién?, marica tú

The countdown to Gay Pride continues - and among some milestones in gay history this week worth recognition are the fact it is 57 years since the Sexual Offences Act that led to the partial decriminalisation of homosexuality in the UK was passed, 46 years (yesterday) since the launch of the first rainbow flag (in San Francisco), 21 years since the US Supreme Court ruled that all state laws that outlawed gay sex were illegal [yes - it took until 2003 for "the Land of the Free" to do this], and a decade since same-sex marriage became legal in the UK...

...oh - and it's sixteen years since I first posted this!

¿Qué importa si el niño sale gay?
Tú has nacido gay
Aunque cueste, hay que gritarlo
¡Soy gay!

¡Fiesta, fiesta!
Y pluma, pluma gay
Pluma, pluma gay
¡Pluma, pluma, pluma gay!

¡Fabulosa!

Tuesday 25 June 2024

Back to nature, it's human nature


Fancy a dip?

Phew. What a scorcher!

It's forecast to hit 29C/85F here in London today. Let's hope for a breeze, otherwise that's going to be quite a muggy experience.

As the countdown to Pride on Saturday continues, by happy coincidence it would have been dear George Michael's birthday today - and he has some salient advice for a sultry summer day...

[I make no apologies for posting that again - I love it!]

We still miss you, Georgios Kyriacos Panayiotou (25th June 1963 - 25th December 2016)

Monday 24 June 2024

Ay ay caramba!

It may be Monday again - but the countdown to Gay Pride on Saturday has begun!

What better way to kick off on this Tacky Music Monday than with one of our campest Patron Saints [again!] Raffaella Carrà (who would have celebrated her 81st birthday on 18th June), and her Disco Samba medley?

Safety gays in pink tights?

How fantabulosa!

Have a good week, dear reader...

Sunday 23 June 2024

I even named her Dies Irae*

Madam Arcati and I had our "culture with a capital K" hats on again last night, as once more we ventured off to the simply faboo Cadogan Hall - this time for a very special concert performance of Verdi's Requiem by Twickenham Choral. Heavens, what spectacular experience it was, too!

We've long been particularly fond of the Requiem - probably "Joe Green"'s finest work - and every time we hear that immense drum [and last night's was six feet across! A bit like this one.], we always do the choir's wailing "Aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa"...

...sort-of like this:

[Crank it up to 11! Full version here.]

Apart from the brilliance of last night's choir, the faboo soloists and the orchestra, we were also quite privileged to find ourselves part of the retirement celebration of the Twickenham Choral Society's conductor Christopher Herrick after 50 years at the helm [read more] - complete with his rather emotional speech, and afterwards in the bar the presentation of a "book of thanks" from its membership, past and present...

We're still coming down to earth from the experience!

[* In case anyone's confused - it's a pun on the lyrics of a familar Sondheim standard...]

Saturday 22 June 2024

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Friday 21 June 2024

DJ, give me the answer


Wheeee!

The weekend is in sight - and it looks like it might be a sunny one...

Apropos of nothing at all - just because it's become a bit of an "earworm" these last couple of days - here's our own, our very own eternally aloof Miss Ellis-Bextor to help bring the party to life!

Now you'll have that in your head all day, dear reader. You're welcome.

Have a great weekend in the sunshine, peeps!


PS

RIP, Donald Sutherland (17th July 1935 - 20th June 2024)

Thursday 20 June 2024

Let it shine on in


Daylilies seem most appropriate on this, the Longest Day...

The sun's out [and will be until quite late - although the nights do technically start drawing-in from tomorrow], which makes everything - even being in the office, just looking out of the window - feel better.

Here's a rather different take on an appropriate number for the day for your delectation, dear reader:

Enjoy it while it lasts!

Wednesday 19 June 2024

I do love a good rant...

...and this one is just wonderful! - as Richard Metzger of the fabulously bizarre Dangerous Minds [informing its regular readers - of which I am one - of a forthcoming new direction for the site] tells it like it is:

The glory days of the internet are long over. It had a good run, but it’s done.

I’d compare this sorry state of affairs to the history of widespread cocaine use in America, it’s almost the exact same story. (Okay, okay, it’s not even a remotely similar narrative, but don’t harsh my analogy!) At first, it was all fun and games. Pure and undiluted nose candy for the masses. The 1970s must’ve been incredible! But then the Devil’s dandruff starts getting stepped on. Unscrupulous dealers began cutting their Peruvian marching powder with baby laxatives and veterinary dewormers. Ultimately it becomes more of a situation where the dealers were cutting their baby laxative with cocaine and not the other way around. Now it’s all just garbage.

And that what’s happened with Internet content, too. When everyone got online in the mid-90s, it was fun and wild and fascinating. New and novel experiences awaited. Fast forward to today and the World Wide Web is sadly akin to a selfie and meme-filled version of WALL-E’s junkyard planet or an ocean full of plastic bottles and other human-created detritus. A friend of mine once described what we did at Dangerous Minds as “panning for Internet gold” but I told him I thought it was more like spelunking in a dank cave, standing in a river of shit wearing hip-high waders and a gas mask.

Today’s internet is by and large a highly toxic HAZMAT site. Assholes are everywhere you turn. You can’t escape them. But on top of that, all the creativity has vanished. What started as a massive outpouring of cross-cultural communication, international information exchange and just plain HIGH WEIRDNESS has turned into a filtered, Facetuned selfie-infested septic tank of “LOOK AT ME” frivolity, knucklehead narcissism and abject idiocy. The rise of the TikTok “expert” dolling out their supposed wisdom in 45-second increments seems to me an especially pernicious development. These people are seldom experts on anything other than hashtags and yet they all apparently have an audience 10X that of CNN’s.

With the AI apocalypse rapidly encroaching upon us it’s about to get even worse. I knew it when I first saw that Star Wars if it had been directed by Wes Anderson video. “Hmmm, that’s kinda clever” immediately gave way to “Okay I get this and I can’t be bothered to even watch it to the end.” It was a watershed moment for me and when I realised THIS SHIT IS THE FUTURE...

...So we’re going to do something different. Something that’s not been filtered or Facetuned or to be found anywhere in this cultural wasteland full of regurgitated garbage. Something with actual experts who know what they’re talking about and can speak intelligently for longer than a minute. Something that will make you smarter.

Wow!

Read the whole thing at the Dangerous Minds site.

Is this the Cocksucker residence?

The marvellous Miss Kathleen Turner celebrates her 70th birthday today! We've adored her since she triumphantly turned the Steve Martin movie The Man With Two Brains from, well, a Steve Martin movie into something much, much more memorable. Even Romancing the Stone was bearable mainly because she was in it... But it is for one magnificent character we love her the most.

Here is Miss Turner in (probably) her finest, and certainly most camp, role as "Beverly" in John Waters' Serial Mom, tormenting poor "Dottie Hinkle" (Mink Stole)...

Miss Turner has lately returned to her original great love, the stage. And here she is, singing in the play Mother Courage:

Unfortunately her Mother Courage never crossed the pond, and each time she's been in the West End we missed her - either in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? or Bakersfield Mist. Hopefully at some point we'll see her in a production - Serial Mom - the Musical, perhaps?!

Mary Kathleen Turner (born 19th June 1954)

Tuesday 18 June 2024

Spin the wheel, relax

Oh, dear - the man who created a certain type of "Ibiza sound" that combined the rhythms of Brazil with '90s dance beats [yet he wasn't in the slightest bit "Latino", having been born in very-less-than-tropical Crewe, about as far from a beach as you could imagine] Dario G has departed for the club tent at Fabulon, aged just 53.

We need to pay tribute, methinks, by way of a paaaarty!!

And finally - who among us remembers that he collaborated with none other than our Patron Saint of Belting Vocals Dame Shirley Bassey?!

That song should have been so much bigger...

A talented man, and a sad loss.

RIP Dario G (born Paul Spencer, 1971 - 17th June 2024)

Monday 17 June 2024

Wicked and sinful

Sigh. Here we go again. Another lovely week's work beckons...

Thankfully, on this Tacky Music Monday, dear reader, we have a Patron Saint and birthday girl to save us...

"This life may be wicked and sinful and bad
But it's certainly my cup of tea!"

Amen, sister!

Beryl Elizabeth Reid, OBE (17th June 1919 – 13th October 1996)

Have a good week, folks.

[More Beryl here and here]

Sunday 16 June 2024

Now c'mon, take a bottle, shake it up

Could that be the sun we see? I wonder how long it will last?

Keeping our fingers crossed for the opportunity to actually get out into the garden, here's a bit of "Sunday Music" courtesy of our "house band" here at Dolores Delargo Towers - it's Def Leppard as you've never heard them before...

We love Postmodern Jukebox!

Saturday 15 June 2024

Hot choons for a drab summer

The weather today is truly schizophrenic - one minute warm (if breezy) sunshine, thunderstorms the next... I was hoping to get some pottering done in the extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers - there are more small plants that need "potting on", and I want to move some pots around, to shift ones that have gone over out of the way and give prominence to some specimens that will keep the show going during what laughingly passes for "summer" - but it seems like every time I set foot outside, it goes dark again.

How about a selection of "newer" music that has caught my ear of late, to take our minds off it?!

Here's something that is indeed brand new, or is it? It's got a really familiar 80s vibe, and sounds like something else - but I can't quite put my finger on what:

A very welcome return to form for our Patron Saint of Tortured Torch Songs Mr Marc Almond - covering a Northern Soul [of course!] song I featured here back in February:

To my ear, this one sound like something Kylie might have thrown out during her time with Roc Nation - yet The Guardian's Barbara Ellen gushingly described it as the "song of the summer". We'll be the judge of that! The video's rather hot, however:

Speaking of hot... Veering off into Gay Pimp or Cazwell territory, Mr Todrick Hall's back - and he's on heat! [Thanks to Mistress Maddie for this one.]:

Another one that reminds me of something else [Format B - Chunky, as featured here, perhaps?] - here's yet another irresistibly catchy number from Monsieur Guetta:

Calming things down a tad, here's the beautiful new one from Pet Shop Boys, with Mr Tennant in a very retrospective mood indeed:

And, saving the best to last - memorably summed up by a commenter as "Eliza Day got resurrected and rode off into the sunset" - here's Our (aforementioned) Princess Kylie, in an inspired duet with a gay cowboy!

As ever, dear reader. let me know your thoughts...

Friday 14 June 2024

She's up all night for good fun

Wheeee! Another weekend's on the way...

#adecadeago today, dear reader, it was sunny and warm - quite unlike this current bleak, cold, dank weather [We have had the heating on most evenings - in June!]. - and we were preparing to move house to Dolores Delargo Towers #3 a few weeks later.

On that occasion it was a Friday 13th - hence the reason for this choice for our traditional end-of-the-week slot to get the party started. I need no excuses to play it again, however - it cheers me up every time!

Thank Disco It's Friday!

As I said at the time, "I doubt Pharrell and Daft Punk were even born when that film was made"...

Have a great weekend, folks!

Thursday 13 June 2024

Pain of choc-lit

Deliberately cocking up the pronunciation of words is one of life’s little pleasures, so liven up your otherwise drab existence by mangling these:

Choco Leibniz
You know Choco Leibniz biscuits, the Rich Tea of the continent? You call them ‘the tasty rectangle chocolate ones’ that your gran gets from Waitrose, but it’s much funnier to childishly refer to them as ‘chocolate lesbians’, or something that sounds like a cross between Coco Pops and Limp Bizkit.

Microwave
Nigella gave us her tastiest treat of all when she concocted this feast of the English language. Depending on your intonation, ‘Mee-crow-wah-vee’ sounds like a whimsical spell uttered by a Shakespearean faerie or a threat slurred by a troll living under a bridge. Either way, it promises hours of fun watching others wince.

Paella
Everyone has heard some insufferable pedant say paella correctly, and cringed as their mouth twists its way around a vague orgy of Spanish vowel sounds. But phrasing it as a request for your sister’s posh mate to bring you a pastry-based dinner is much more satisfying. Try it yourself.

Anywhere ending in ‘shire’
Admittedly you can only do this one in a safe space lest you get mistaken for an ignorant American tourist, but it’s still good, wholesome fun. Slowly sounding out ‘Lie-cest-er-shire’ allows you to cosplay as a dim rural farmer who ain’t ever heard of these fancy big town ways of saying stuff. Chew some hay for the full effect.

Pain au chocolat
Messing with the French is always enjoyable, whether it’s by bringing up their abject surrender in two world wars or by deliberately butchering the name of their flavourful pastries. They may think they’ve got one over on you by forcing you to briefly use their heathen language, but you’re coming right back by saying ‘pain of choc-lit.’

Champagne
A double whammy that can piss off both the French and the rich. Sounding it out as ‘sham-pag-ne’ makes the expensive beverage sound like an ugly, newfangled baby name. And it’s also how you’ll be pronouncing it anyway once you’ve necked a few glasses of the stuff, you big lightweight.

The Daily Mash

Of course.

Wednesday 12 June 2024

Derrière un kleenex

Sad news. That most beautiful and uber-cool of chanteuses Mlle Françoise Hardy has ascended the glittering stairway to Fabulon, Gauloise in hand...

A core performer in the so-called yé-yé craze in early 1960s France, her cultural impact was such that Bob Dylan became obsessed, sending love letters, and wrote a poem about her, and Mick Jagger said that she was his "ideal woman".

Over her long career she released almost 30 LPs (the most recent in 2018), modelled for Yves Saint Laurent and Paco Rabanne, represented Monaco at the Eurovision Song Contest, and worked with a diverse range of arists including Serge Gainsburg, Jane Birkin, Air [on the b-side of their smash Sexy Boy], Michel Berger, Iggy Pop and Blur. Remarkable.

Here is a selection of her songs, by way of a tribute:

[as covered by Natacha Atlas]

... and finally, a classic - made famous decades later by Jimmy Somerville:

RIP, Françoise Madeleine Hardy (17th January 1944 – 11th June 2024)

Tuesday 11 June 2024

The Best of Times

Jerry Herman was a genius. That much is a given - indeed, he's our second favourite composer in the musical theatre world, after Stephen Sondheim (inevitably).

And so it was that I whooped for joy when I found out that his self-penned revue [and every showman simply has to have one of those!] Jerry's Girls was coming to a fave haunt of ours the Menier Chocolate Factory - so Madam Arcati, Hils, Crog and I trolled off to see it last Saturday!

It was a superbly-crafted show, and everything we could have wished for. From a review by Daz Gale at All That Dazzles:

Created by Jerry Herman and his collaborator Larry Alford in 1981, Jerry’s Girls opened off-Broadway before enjoying a national tour and a Tony-nominated run on Broadway. This musical revue crams in more than 30 of Jerry’s songs from eight classic shows including Mame, Mack & Mabel, La Cage Aux Folles and Hello, Dolly! as well as two new songs for this revue. This is done through a loose narrative that sees three performers getting ready in their dressing room for a performance and ultimately moving to the stage (and beyond, in some cases here).

The original concept by Jerry Herman, Larry Alford and Wayne Cliento is a clever way to incorporate the songs and make it feel cohesive. Though there is still an element of it being shoehorned in, having scenes move from the dressing room to the stage and back allows for a lot of fun and flair to be told in these songs, with elements of storytelling in several of the more emotive numbers. Hannah Chissick’s direction executes this flawlessly, with no shortage of ideas on how to make each number differentiate from the last and best use the versatile space of the Menier. This is elevated by Matt Cole’s always sensational choreography as we witness three of the very best of Jerry’s girls bring his numbers to life in spectacular fashion.

And what of those girls? This was a three-hander show, with the magnificently-talented combination of Julie Yammanee, Cassidy Janson and Jessica Martin, portraying the three ages of Vaudeville showgirls - the ingenue just starting out, the powerhouse current star, and the long-experienced trouper. In combination and each with their solo numbers, they were all utterly breathtaking!

Stand-out ensemble numbers - and there were so many! - included Before The Parade Passes By, Tap Your Troubles Away [on typewriters!], the Just Go To the Movies/Movies Were Movies segment [where we had Miss Janson, as one of the three "usherettes", sat in the row in front of us for a time], La Cage Aux Folles and Hello, Dolly!, Miss Jansen and Miss Martin also "trapped" Miss Yammanee in a trunk to do a marvellous version of Bosom Buddies, and the three of them were especially good in the utterly hilarious Take It All Off - in which Miss Martin was really able to exercise her "comedy chops".

In the absence of any Menier cast videos, here's Miss Dorothy Loudon's version of that number [I have also featured Miss Lorna Luft's version before]:

Miss Yamanee got her moment in the spotlight with rollicking versions of That's How Young I Feel and Look What Happened to Mabel...

... while Miss Janson got many of the big torch-song numbers like I Won’t Send Roses, If He Walked Into My Life, The Best Of Times and Time Heals Everything...

Here's Miss Bernadette Peters' version:

...and Miss Martin, too, had some tear-jerkers of her own such as I Don’t Want to Know, And I Was Beautiful, I Am What I Am and the eternally poignant Song On The Sand.

Here's the laste, great Miss Mazzie's version of that:

We were overawed by the whole evening, to be honest - even the unfamilar numbers - and it just reinforced my opening sentence.

A fitting tribute, by a hugely talented trio of singers. What more could anyone ask for?

To conclude, from Jonathan Whiting for Musical Magazine:

Special mention must go to the band under Music Director Sarah Travis; bar the keyboard/piano, the band is completely acoustic, which adds a rawness and an intimacy to the production. Travis’s orchestrations are incredibly versatile, often feeling much grander than a six-person band might typically sound.

The final number, Jerry’s Girls celebrates all the luminary women who have graced the stage in a Herman musical, from Ethel Merman and Bea Arthur to Angela Lansbury and Carol Channing, culminating with the names Cassidy Janson, Jessica Martin and Julie Yammanee. That they have been added to this list of legends feels absolutely right here – it’s difficult to imagine this show being performed by anyone else.

Amen.

Jerry's Girls is playing at the Menier Chocolate factory to 29th Jun 2024.

Book now!

Monday 10 June 2024

Take it easy and enjoy it while you take it


Sigh. Back to the office again.

Another weekend - albeit a very enjoyable one - has whizzed by again, and so we're faced with another week of unbridled thrills and spills...

We need a little something special to get us going on this Tacky Music Monday - so how about a mantra we all live by, courtesy of the lovely Rosie?

Keep it gay, keep it light
Keep it fresh, keep it fair
Let it bloom every night,
Give it room, give it air

Keep your love-lovely dream and never wake it
Make it happy and be happy as you make it

Let it sing like a nightingale in May, keep it gay
Keep it free or you'll frighten it away
Take it easy and enjoy it while you take it
Keep it gay
Keep it gay
Keep it gay

Let it sing like a nightingale in may, keep it gay
Keep it free or you'll frighten it away
Take it easy and enjoy it while you take it
Keep it gay
Keep it gay
Keep it gay

I hope you're all singing along, dear reader! Have a good week...

Sunday 9 June 2024

The delightful Miss Finkelstein

I'm having a pleasant Sunday (despite the grey, gloomy weather), basking in the happy memory of last night's magnificent production of Jerry's Girls at the Menier Chocolate Factory last night [more on that in due course, il va sans dire]. Surprisingly, given the fact that it doesn't seem to have warmed up sufficiently yet for this to be classed as any kind of "summer", the pots in the extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers were bone dry, so I watered all of them. Now, I've cracked open the cider...

Deep joy - we have a centenary to celebrate, and that neatly takes care of our "Sunday Music"! Miss Dolores Gray (for it is she), star of Kismet, smash-hit stage sensation (particularly here in the West End, where among her hits were Annie Get Your Gun, Gypsy and Follies), and all-round "va-va-voom girl" was born 100 years ago last Friday.

Here are just a few highlights from her career...

Dolores Gray (born Sylvia Dolores Finkelstein, 7th June 1924 – 26th June 2002)

[More Dolores here]

Saturday 8 June 2024

One o'clock news


RIP, Nicholas Ball aka Hazell. A long-distant "secret crush" when I was a teenager...

Another "snippets post" today, dear reader:

And now, the weather: Flaming June?! My arse.