Last night/this morning, Cher was slated to appear at "Q" night at Marquee in Manhattan on 10th Avenue between 26th and 27th, a new night by Brandon Voss of XL fame. (Is XL dead? The press release referred to its demise.) I decided to go since I'd be in a press pit, but as much as as the event may have been for some, it was not without its disappointments.
The pit was relatively calm for a long, long time. We were all kinda bored by the bizarre mix of '90s-style clubkids, Leigh Bowery-esque drags and sexy-as-hell go-go boys in jockstraps (okay, we weren't bored of the go-go boys), so that when 1 a.m. rolled around—the alleged witchng hour when she would appear and "perform" her new single "Woman's World"—we were hoping she'd be on time.
After 2:30 a.m., Cher magically appeared not on stage but up in the mezzanine, accompanied by her/Madonna's publicist Liz Rosenberg and Andy Cohen. She looked fantastic, and was wearing an outfit strongly reminiscent of Madonna's Super Bowl get-up. She did some photo ops and then watched the stage below as drag queens and others paraded in Susanne Bartsch-curated outfits and lip-synched to a bevy of Cher's greatest hits, including "Half Breed," "Gypsies, Tramps & Thieves," "Strong Enough" and "Believe."
Charmingly, Cher—beaming!—was mouthing the words to her imitators and flashing devil horns (she's still so rock 'n' roll, even when in disco-diva guise). After the show, she came down the stairs like a normal person (a normal person who was being photographed by every device known to man) and re-emerged, this time on stage with a DJ. Cher thanked us all, said it was great to be back in NYC and then told the gays:
"From the bottom of my heart, I mean this: I've had ups and downs in my career, and you guys have never left me. I was out, I was uncool, I was—whatever—a has-been. Whatever! But you guys have always been there, y'know?"
They know! The fans were going ape for her.
Watch for jockstrapped go-go boys on my dirty tumblr soon...
Then Cher deejayed her song "Woman's World" (it stopped cold mid-song briefly...oops!) and warmly bid adieu.
It was disappointing that she came out so late and that she didn't make use of the catwalk, but she definitely spread her unique brand of goodwill during her brief visitation.
It reminded me of when I went to Marshall Field's in Chicago 20 years ago and got to ask Cher a question. From within a crowd of over 1,000 (?), I asked her a question about the tabloids that she was always in, and Cher told me to only buy them for the pictures. Then I passed up a tube I had, inside of which was her "Skin Deep" 45 sleeve and my address. Would you believe the chick signed it and mailed it to me within a matter of days?