Monday, March 30, 2015
Not sure how applicable this would be in the general population, but I've never seen something bring people together of all shapes, sizes, races and backgrounds as this Babs classic did the other night at Julius' in the West Village.
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Friday, March 27, 2015
A weekly look at what's making news in the free gay mags:
Next: What does a room full of gay bloggers want to talk to Madonna about? Everything. Read HERE.
Metro Weekly (D.C.): The spring arts preview is out now ... start with movies HERE.
Grab (Chicago): Meet DJ Joe Gauthreaux HERE.
Echo (Phoenix): Palm Springs or bust? Read HERE.
A reader brought this opinion piece from Next to my attention, writing:
Don't even know how this claptrap got greenlighted. It's embarrassing, poorly written and so proudly apolitical that I am steaming.Now that's how you sell a story!
Wow, dying here! Carrie Rickey has compiled a fascinating oral history of (KIT212 fave) "Desperately Seeking Susan" -- which turns THIRTY this week -- that includes just about everyone involved. Matthew Rettenmund gets the last word, natch!
Reid Rosefelt (unit publicist): The eight-week shoot was finished before Thanksgiving in 1984. There was almost no postproduction time. Orion wanted a March opening because people there thought Madonna’s career might be over by the time it came out.Read HERE.
Sad ending to the story of missing Wayne State University student Ken Gruno, as his body was found in a pond three months after he vanished under mysterious circumstances. Please contact the police if you know anything.
Unimaginable horror for the families involved here.
A friend asks the question now on many of our minds:
Is Madonna going to make a statement about the corner where Love Saves The Day was being destroyed?
UPDATE: Just discovered a brand new oral history of "Desperately Seeking Susan," which turns 30 this week, that includes this fitting tidbit ...
Reid Rosefelt (unit publicist): The first day we shot on 2nd Avenue and St. Marks Place — this was my first day on a movie set — we removed the people on the street and replaced them with people who looked exactly like them. When Madonna sashayed down St. Marks, it was like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever.
Thursday, March 26, 2015
It's a writer cliche, I know. But there's nothing more gratifying than hearing that your book resonated with someone. My blogger pal Alan Ilgan's review of "Wasn't Tomorrow Wonderful?" went up today, and I must admit I feel giddy and a little light-headed:
The most audacious and memorable character in the book is Mr. Walsh’s own mother, the indomitable and unsinkable Molly. She is perhaps the mother of all mothers, pulling no punches and delivering every blow with brilliant comic madness and sometimes unbearable pathos. Walsh digs deep with his family memories, and the years-long dance his Mom somewhat awkwardly performs regarding his sexuality is one to which many of us can relate. We want so badly to be loved, and we will forgive almost-all parental transgressions because we have but one mother.Thanks for the kind words, Alan!
Read the full review HERE.