Posts Tagged ‘drag’

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Salem Invented a New Genre

March 11, 2010

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Apparently, people are catching on now. The genre is called “drag” and I’m trying to not get irritated. Why? BECAUSE. This is a typical first step towards a mainstreamification of genuine artistic innovation, ALWAYS a dubious prospect in my mind.  Pitchfork reported today that a new record label, called Tri Angle (distributed by Kompakt–is this an indie version of major label/small label–my mind is BLOWING UP here) will have a roster that includes the bands Creep (feat. Lauren Flax), Slava and oOoOO, all “drag” artists. Haven’t heard of them? Don’t worry, this is straight up niche-nerd stuff, we’re still in the first wave. It’ll be a couple of years before we hear a “drag” artist break out with some pop-friendly version and then we’ll all remember when and cry “LATE!” In any case, the genre is described by Tri Angle owner Robin Carolan as “”witching-hour vision of Cocteau Twins dream pop, meshed with the soundtrack to a particularly angsty Gregg Araki film full of Gen X shoegazer atmospherics and industrial beats, brought bang up to the date by the influence of raw hip-hop mutations like chopped and screwed and juke.” Pretty much EXACTLY what Salem is–I’m actually sitting here, slapping my forehead thinking about this druggy psychosis as a movement. The small amount of information we actually have about Salem clues us to their addiction/prostitution roots, it’d be shame if there were other bands with the same back story. Conversely, it’d be a shame if there were other bands that just pretended to be like that in order to make some fucked up sounding goth-juke. For now, my eyes and ears are wide open, the label name and it’s first releases have that familiar whiffa GAY.

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Les Ballets Trockadero De Monte Carlo

January 22, 2010

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If you’d have asked me the year 2000 how often I’d be going to The Ballet in 2009, I would have told you to step off my combat boots, dude. Thankfully, my better half has schooled me in the ways of performance, and I can now go on forEVER about how the dance community is my new 2nd art-home.  Fast forward to this week and I’m flailing my nelly wrists over Les Ballets Trockadero De Monte Carlo, or The Trocks, a drag ballet company making its seasonal stop in Chicago on Wednesday January 27th at the Harris Theater. Traditional ballet WILL piss me off, and the BF will frequently shush my feminist disgust when some tanorexic starlett gets onstage and I want to throw a sandwich at her. This will be my first time seeing the Trocks, but if Sid Smith’s right about the degree of muscles at this show, I’ll get shushed because I’m still talking about sandwiches. From the website:

Founded in 1974 by a group of ballet enthusiasts for the purpose of presenting a playful, entertaining view of traditional, classical ballet in parody form. The original concept of LES BALLETS TROCKADERO DE MONTE CARLO has not changed. It is a Company of professional male dancers performing the full range of the ballet and modern dance repertoire, including classical and original works in faithful renditions of the manners and conceits of those dance styles. The comedy is achieved by incorporating and exaggerating the foibles, accidents, and underlying incongruities of serious dance.  

So, apparently I’m in for some serious athleticism in classic forms, HOWEVER this time, I won’t need to snarl at a starving sack of bones passing off as a breathing person. The Trocks tickets aren’t cheap, but neither are these dance moves. Tickets here.

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RuPaul’s Drag Race Casting

May 6, 2009

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But really, the big news besides the (gimmicky) vote for the next contestants roster on the website, is that there will be another season. If you didn’t happen to catch it, you can still watch each episode at Logoonline.com and it is really worth your time. TRUST. The reason? It’s like Project Runway with drag queens. Sure, most of the contestants were not that much better than your average reality competition (Nina Flowers, Bebe Zahara Benet, and Ongina excepted). You had the insufferable, the tragic, the naive, the bitch and charity case and what not. No, the real excitement about Drag Race is that RuPaul kept it real, making sure that portions of the show were dedicated to our drag fore-mothers, included vogue balls as a key moment in history, and finally in the reunion, made sure to acknowledge hate and discrimination in a powerful blow up scene that had me crying. See, RuPaul knew this would be his chance to step it up, and among all the genuine fun that was had (it was…so, so godamn fun) there was some realness thrown in. Being a drag queen is tough shit–I was just talking to a friend who was watching season 4 of project runway and lamented that she couldn’t love Christian Siriano as much as she wanted to because of his derogatory use of the word “tranny” and how he went on to say that “drag queens were the white trash of the gay community.” I know that Siriano is young and dumb, but he did influence a lot of young gay boys to go around saying tranny this and tranny that, I can’t imagine the impression he left about drag queens. This is the kind of casual ignorance abound within our own community, and Drag Race is here to make you WALK IT OFF, GURL. Anyhow, I cannot wait for what Rupaul has in store for season 2, let’s hope they take some of that vaseline off the lens and have more episodes! And if you are a drag performer, make a vid and show off your Chicago-style tuck!

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Antibody Dance

March 8, 2009

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*Adam Rose, Photo by Alaa Jahshan

Poonie’s Cabaret was, as I had expected, thoroughly excellent. What I did not expect was to be blown away by a performer I had not heard of. Adam Rose, from Antibody Dance, performed a piece called “Mother’s Revenge,” and it was arresting. Taking the floor at Links Hall, he came out in extreme white and red Joker-face, black Gone With The Wind curly locks, a baptist church dress in teal, froofy petticoat and awkward white patent granny heels. Using wooden salad tongs and a red gas jug, he proceeded to GIVE IT to the audience with limbs thin as winter branches and a spine that arched like a bouncing letter “U.” Alternating between shy and threatening, scurry and still, limpy and violent, Rose’s Butoh-influenced burlesque was a horrifying display. Facial movement and exacting body language took the audience by the hand and showed a startling portrait of darkness. A twisted pre-feminist female symbolized the waste involved in just being: in today’s world, your lunch-time salad polluted the earth in the step by step process it took to arrive at your plate. Rose’s vision as an artist explores this underbelly and it’s really fucking bleak. Luckily he knows what he is doing —a weaker effort could have resulted in an adolescent, gothic mess. His bio reveals extensive education and depth in philosophy, but how he’ll cope with his inner torture is beyond me. In the meantime we are bystanders getting less and less innocent with each performance. I took a few moments of 26 year old Adam Rose’s time and got some answers about his point of view. Brief interview after the jump, I’ll be sure to keep you all posted about upcoming shows.

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justinbond.com

December 21, 2008

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If you were lucky enough to catch Kiki & Herb live, then pat yourself on the back cuz it doesn’t look like those crazy old ladies will be back any time soon. Justin Bond has been very busy as himself, with many solo and group shows in NYC and beyond. He is certainly an active facebook friend and now has a blog and a website, justinbond.com. The site is kept updated with a news section, has a merch shop and also promises a new solo album from Justin. Go to the music section and hear a live recording of the new song “The New Depression.” Check out his blog at Justin Bond Is Living and read his intelligent rant on gay marriage.

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LE SORELLE MARINETTI

May 29, 2008

From J-pop, to Mexican psychedelia to Arabian punk and garage, there is so much music that is so good mostly because it is sung in another language. For instance, all the music they play at my favorite sushi bar is always the same, it’s a Japanese mix that includes a cover of Blondie’s “Maria.” I like the song as it is, but when sung in Japanese, it turns into something else completely, something relevant even. ANYWAY, imagine my surprise to get an email from Le Sorelle MArinetti, an Italian group of drag queens that sing cabaret-style three part harmonies, not unlike the Andrews Sisters. AND they do the old time-y outfits too. In Italian. The songs are killer, buy them on itunes.

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This Just In: Prom’s (Not) a Drag

December 18, 2007

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Kevin Logan, a student at West Side High School in Gary Indiana has been making news because of the law suit he has filed against his former High School. Last spring Logan was refused entrance to his senior prom because he showed up wearing a dress. Logan claims the school’s principle blocked his entry into the dance citing a school rule, which prohibits any “clothing/accessories that advertise sexual orientation, sex, drugs, alcohol, tobacco, profanity, negative social or negative educational statements.”

Logan and his family are suing the school under the grounds that they have violated his constitutional right to freedom of speech and expression. This case is particularly interesting in light of the fact that a female classmate of Logan’s was admitted into the prom wearing a tuxedo! While he was barred entrance, he claims he attempted to explain to the principle that he identified as a drag queen.

This is only the most recent instance of gender expression of youth not being taken seriously or reprimanded by people in authority. One is left wondering how queer students an be expected to learn and succeed in such repressive environments where sexual orientation remains lumped together with “drugs.” As a community we really need to be coming together to ensure a safe and supportive environment for the LGBTQ youth who represent not only our present but also our future.

There’s a cute site called gayprom.com –about a book released in 2004 called Kings & Queens–Queers At The Prom, where GLBT people from all generations write and tell their story of having to endure hetero prom. Go there and add your own story!

–Sassafras Lowrey

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Slightspots

December 13, 2007

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Last week’s cover of Chicago gay society rag Nightspots was promoting the cabaret show Geisha and Gaysha. The Windy City Times, parent company of Nightspots, issued this editors statement. Apparently, the editor(s) weren’t aware of the racism implicit in white people dressing up as an ethnicity other than their own until they received letters from outraged community members.

This is an issue usually discussed around Halloween but is equally relevant all year long. I don’t know why some white gay men feel that because they are homosexual, they can’t possibly be racist (or classist, sexist, etc.). Of course, white gay men aren’t the only ones guilty of this, it just seems to be more rampant among this particular group as of late. In an interview with Nightspots, Geisha and Gaysha creator Kyle Hustedt, says of his show:

[Costume designer Byron Batista] really gave the characters a hysterical personality. For instance: Suki’s opening wig has a bunch of sushi in it and Sakura’s has a take-out box spilled over with chow mien…the comedy!

Then had the chance to defend himself in a less-than satisfying artist’s statement. It’s clear he just doesn’t get it.

–Amy Miller

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