Friday, March 07, 2014
"Desperately Seeking the Exit," actor/playwright Peter Michael Marino's hilarious one-(and-a-half) man autopsy of how his seemingly brilliant idea to use the music of Blondie to turn "Desperately Seeking Susan" into a jukebox musical died a quick and painful death, returns to New York City on March 22 and 23. Details HERE.
Was invited to see Anne Bobby's cabaret show Tuesday night at 54 Below, the exquisite performance space in the famed Studio 54. Although she has a long and distinguished career, I was not acquainted with Ms. Bobby until this cellar rendez-vous, so her combination of personal stories and interpretations of many little-known songs had the effect of reading a memoir by someone who isn't famous, which just happens to be my favorite kind of book. The set list included everyone from Marvin Hamlisch and Alan Mencken to Randy Newman and Bruce Springsteen, but the stage was all Anne's, as she weaved the tale of her many lives, starting as a 16-year-old on Broadway, getting hired -- and fired -- from the first show she auditioned for, followed by a string of Broadway, film and television roles. (I may not have this exactly right, but I believe her replacement from the aforementioned sacking, Laura Dean, joined her onstage for a rendition of “Far From Home” from the show "Almost September," with a little help from Frank Vlastnik!)
She later recounted how she turned down the role of Eponine in "Les Miserables," which would go on to make her replacement, Frances Ruffelle, a Tony winner and a bonafide Broadway star. (The musical she opted for instead, "Smile," was memorable flop.) The show was quaint and strictly New York. But for someone who doesn't thrive on over-the-top theatrical productions but still enjoys a cleverly written song, I was thoroughly charmed.
These are the kinds of text messages I get late at night. He's talking about the new "sex" store near my house, that "Weekend Update" even singled out. What's funny is they have the male gender symbol in the middle, which I would take to be an "o" and pronounce Splosh -- whatever that means. SNL called it "Splash," but now the, um, menu seems to confirm I'm right -- which definitely doesn't make it any more right. Lamb chops????
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Live on that in New York City? He does have a point. Read HERE.
Is Michael Bloomberg funding these polls by any chance? Read HERE.
The courts must do something about the situation in Texas. Read HERE.
No Botox needed in this beauty pageant. Read HERE.
Richmond Mayor Dwight Jones was nominated by the governor to be the next chairman of the Democratic Party of Virginia, but he hasn’t endorsed same-sex marriage. Read HERE. And does Alexandria have a serial killer? Read HERE.
I like Justin Verlander above my fold, too. Read HERE.
Dateline: WEST HOLLYWOOD: Fascinating look at what it means to be a gay city in these increasingly diverse times. Read HERE.
Thursday, March 06, 2014
With Billy and Tim
I will never get married (don't believe in marriage but will fight to the death to be sure it's legal for all). And I will never have kids. (Don't believe in 'em -- they just write snarky memoirs about the way you raised them.) So to say the birth of my first book is one of the most meaningful things that has ever happened to me wouldn't be much of an overstatement. As such, the launch party in the (212) -- complete with friends and colleagues from my fast-approaching two decades as a Manhattanite -- was a big night for me. But even in my wildest dreams I couldn't have imagined the soiree last night at 48 Grove in the West Village would be so fun -- and so emotional -- for me.
DJ Taffy spins me 'round like a record, baby
I should probably not name names as I'm bound to leave out someone, but I will offer my endless gratitude to party promoter extraordinaire (and my friend) Chip Duckett for pulling it all together, yet making it seem so effortless. To my friend Bruce Derfler, aka DJ Taffy, whose ability to channel my musical desires had 90 percent of the room convinced I had merely handed him a wish or play list. (You can read my mind, Taffy, I've got no defense.) Many thanks to my long-suffering partner, Bernard Michael, for making sure everyone was happy at all times. (He does the same for me every day even though I don't acknowledge it as often as I should). To my agent, Christopher Schelling, for putting up with my crazy writer freakouts over the past 12 months. And to everyone who came to show their support -- it felt so great. For those who were too far -- or too sick -- to be there, my friend Matthew Rettenmund has a picture-filled recap on his blog for you to enjoy. Thanks again to everyone! View Matt's wrap-up HERE.
With Chris and Micah
15 Minutes of Fame: The large canvas I received as a gift from my childhood friends Mark and Nina, who could not be there to celebrate!