Showing posts with label Liberace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Liberace. Show all posts

Monday, 15 April 2024

If you peruse the people in the news, the people that the magazines all mention...

It's always a nightmare, after a lovely (and busy) weekend, to find it cut short by...WORK.

Ah, well, 'tis the necessary chore we do in order to pay the bills, and for holidays...

...and we have something to cheer us up - for, by a fortuitous turn of events, there's a Patron Saint to venerate!

Tomorrow would have marked the 85th birthday of the sublime Miss Dusty Springfield: icon, national treasure, and possessor of one of the finest voices in pop music history. But how, I hear you say, would the divine Dusty ever fit in with a Tacky Music Monday?!

Here's how!

[Wait until around 8:30 for the real campery to commence...]

Dusty Springfield (born Mary Isobel Catherine Bernadette O'Brien, 16th April 1939 – 2nd March 1999)

Have a good week, dear reader.

Monday, 13 June 2022

Slow down, you move too fast

Yup. Here we are again, dear reader.

I've hardly had a chance to actually feel in a "weekend mood" - and BAM! Monday again...

On this Tacky Music Monday, I have a little something that will either a) wake you up with a jolt; or b) fill you with such a wave of nausea that the office will feel like a respite. You choose...

Me, I'm just amazed that somebody thought their granny's curtains might make nice trousers.

Have a good week, folks...

Sunday, 16 May 2021

The pinnacle of masculine, feminine, and neuter?

Outshining the mere mortals with whom he shares the day such as Hazel O'Connor, Tamara de Lempicka, Pierce Brosnan, Judy Finnigan, Yvonne Craig, Henry Fonda, Debra Winger, Jonathan Richman, Tori Spelling, Woody Herman, Olga Korbut, Robert Fripp, Janet Jackson - and even Christian Lacroix, sweetie - it would have been Liberace's birthday today!

By way of a celebration (and in the interest of recycling, of course!), here's a post I did way back in 2009...

...[In June 1959] the sparkling multi-million-selling entertainer Liberace sued the Daily Mirror for libel (and won!). Gossip columnist Cassandra (William Connor) had described him as:
"The summit of sex - the pinnacle of masculine, feminine, and neuter. Everything that he, she, and it can ever want… a deadly, winking, sniggering, snuggling, chromium plated, scent-impregnated, luminous, quivering, giggling, fruit-flavoured, mincing, ice-covered heap of mother-love... this superb piece of calculating candy floss... the biggest sentimental vomit of all time... a preposterous clown."
Absurd, of course! After all, this is the same "devout Catholic" Liberace who outsold Elvis, broke all the records for ticket sales at Madison Square Gardens and in Vegas, and was "almost married" to the silver screen formation skater Sonja Henie - how could he be gay?

The rest, as they say, is history. In 1982, his former lover Scott Thorson sued for "palimoney" (and was paid off to the tune of $95k!), and (amid a sickening media frenzy at the time) eventually "Mr. Showmanship" died of complications from AIDS in 1987.

But let us not dwell on that when we can have the man himself. Enjoy your weekend Sunday with a bit of sparkle!


The book Crying All the Way to the Bank: Liberace V Cassandra, which gives all the gory details of the fabulous libel trial, was published in June 2009.

And why not visit The Liberace Museum?

Of course, a lot of water has passed under the bridge since 2009 - not least with the success of the infamous TV movie (based upon Scott Thorson's memoir) Behind the Candelabra, starring Michael Douglas and Matt Damon, in 2013; and the physical home of the Liberace Museum closed in October 2010 (although the collection survives and the link in my post above is till active).

Regardless, the world of camp would have been a lot less sequinned and twinkly without Władziu Valentino Liberace (16th May 1919 – 4th February 1987). All hail.

More Liberace here, here, here, here, and of course (on his centenary) here.

Monday, 1 April 2019

Let this fool rush in



Ooh, it's all happening at the moment - on Saturday night/Sunday morning our clocks went forward, meaning that we are now in British Summer Time (yay! - shame the temperatures have dipped ten degrees since Saturday); yesterday was Mothers' Day; and today, the world's assorted pranksters/cynical marketing types have embraced April Fool's Day with a vengeance:Groan.

After all that jocularity, here's an appropriate number for this Tacky Music Monday:

[2022 UPDATE: Video has gone from the interwebs - click here for a clip]

We're not closing with just the Lawrence Welk Show and that cheesy bloke wearing ridiculous clothing, however - not when it's the late, great Miss Debbie Reynolds' birthday... In this clip, she's introduced by Liberace, surrounded by safety gays, high-kicking and wielding a tambourine like a scimitar - of course she's going to get the last word!


Mary Frances "Debbie" Reynolds (1st April 1932 – 28th December 2016)

Monday, 22 October 2018

That gay, old-fashioned way



So true.

No sooner was I just settling into the combination of beautiful weather and gentle pottering, when it's time to lurch reluctantly out of bed. In the dark. Again.

Hey ho, on this Tacky Music Monday - just because I heard it played on Moira Stewart's Music 'til Midnight show on Radio 2 last night - we have a song written by one greatly-missed icon Charles Aznavour, but here performed by another - the incomparable Liberace!


Dance in the old-fashioned way.
Won't you stay in my arms?
Just melt against my skin and let me feel your heart.
Don't let the music win by dancing far apart.
Come close where you belong, let's hear our secret song.

Dance in the old-fashioned way.
Won't you stay in my arms and
we'll discover heights we never knew before,
if we just close our eyes and dance around the floor.
That gay, old-fashioned way that makes me love you more.

Come closer, forget about the others.
It's nice to be like this, cheek to cheek,
in the old-fashioned way.
It's funny, but, I have the feeling
that we are dancing as our parents used to do.
Well, maybe they weren't wrong: the world changes, love stays.

Dance in the old-fashioned way.
Won't you stay in my arms
and we'll discover heights we never knew before,
if we just close our eyes and dance around the floor.
That gay, old-fashioned way that makes me love you more.


Nobody did it like him!

Have a good week, peeps...

Monday, 16 May 2016

They had Glamour



OH NO!!!!!!!

I'm back to work today, after a six-week break [geddit?!].

Lord only knows what I am going to feel like by the end of the day, but... it is Liberace's birthday today, so there's one thing that is guaranteed to bring a smile to me face on this Tacky Music Monday - and that is the combination of Lee himself in the estimable company of Miss Phyllis Diller, Miss Millicent Martin, and Miss Dusty Springfield!

Take it away, girls...


Glamour, indeed.

Władziu Valentino Liberace (16th May 1919 – 4th February 1987)

Monday, 19 May 2014

King of the Sequins



A beautiful sunny weekend has passed too soon, and we shriek with horror at the prospect of being trapped in a stuffy office staring at the sunshine through tinted glass for the next five days.

Never mind, on this Tacky Music Monday I have a sequin-filled treat to take our minds off it, courtesy of the completely OTT Liberace - who would have celebrated his 95th birthday on Saturday - and his little tribute to the island of Aruba.

It doesn't get much camper than this...


Have a glittering week, peeps!

Władziu Valentino Liberace (16th May 1919 – 4th February 1987)

Saturday, 8 June 2013

Glittering gods



In honour of the marvellous Millicent Martin's birthday today - and with a nod to the magnificence of Liberace, given the acres of coverage the Michael Douglas/Matt Damon film Behind the Candelabra is getting in the press at the mo - here's a never-to-be-repeated moment when stars collide - Dusty Springfield, Phyllis Diller and Millie together on Lee's show...


Sequinned heaven!

Millicent Martin

Sunday, 12 June 2011

Liberace, Matt'n'Mike and male strippers


Michael Douglas as Liberace
How Michael Douglas might look as Liberace


Two bits of cinematic campness are coming up this year - from one man!

Steven Soderbergh - who has been described as "a stylistic chameleon" by reviewers for his willingness to tackle big-budget blockbusters such as Erin Brokovich, Traffic and the Ocean's Eleven remakes, as well as "art-house" movies like Sex, Lies and Videotape and Che - is currently filming a movie version of the stormy relationship between Liberace and his lover Scott Thorson, starring (remarkably!) Michael Douglas and Matt Damon!


This could be a fascinating movie, indeed. Mr Douglas (not renowned for his camp sensibilities, nor in fact his brilliant acting skills in my opinion) playing the "deadly, winking, sniggering, snuggling, chromium-plated, scent-impregnated, luminous, quivering, giggling, fruit-flavoured, mincing, ice-covered heap of mother love" that was Liberace? Mr Damon (an eternally cute yet somewhat dull actor) playing his gay lover? I can't wait!



Now, reports Variety, Mr Soderbergh will also direct the former model-turned-cinematic-eye-candy (I hesitate to use the word "actor") Channing Tatum in a movie about male strippers. [Yes, please!]



In Magic Mike, Mr Tatum will star as the title character, a veteran performer who takes a young dancer under his wing and guides him through the shadowy world of the stripper biz. It's apparently inspired by Tatum's real life experiences as a stripper when he was 19. I am getting to like Mr Soderbergh...

Read more about "Magic Mike" Stephen Soderberg on IMDB

Friday, 3 September 2010

I've been to a marvellous party...



This somewhat eclipses our own housewarming party here at Dolores Delargo Towers...

Friday, 2 October 2009

"I cried all the way to the bank!"



It is remarkably fifty years since the sparkling multi-million-selling entertainer Liberace sued the Daily Mirror for libel (and won!). Gossip columnist Cassandra (William Connor) had described him as:
"The summit of sex - the pinnacle of masculine, feminine, and neuter. Everything that he, she, and it can ever want… a deadly, winking, sniggering, snuggling, chromium plated, scent-impregnated, luminous, quivering, giggling, fruit-flavoured, mincing, ice-covered heap of mother-love... this superb piece of calculating candy floss... the biggest sentimental vomit of all time... a preposterous clown."
Absurd, of course! After all, this is the same "devout Catholic" Liberace who outsold Elvis, broke all the records for ticket sales at Madison Square Gardens and in Vegas, and was "almost married" to the silver screen formation skater Sonja Henie - how could he be gay?

The rest, as they say, is history. In 1982, his former lover Scott Thorson sued for "palimoney" (and was paid off to the tune of $95k!), and (in a sickening media frenzy at the time) eventually "Mr. Showmanship" died of complications from AIDS in 1987.

But let us not dwell on that when we can have the man himself. Enjoy your weekend with a bit of sparkle!




The book Crying All the Way to the Bank: Liberace V Cassandra, which gives all the gory details of the fabulous libel trial, was published in June 2009.

And why not visit The Liberace Museum?

We are toying with the idea of going to see the current production in the Leicester Square Theatre Liberace - Live From Heaven starring (would you believe?) Bobby Crush, but not sure what exactly we would be letting ourselves in for if we did... Read more