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A great, first-person Skip E. Lowe story to memorialize the late interviewer to the stars, and to remind (or inform) you what he did best.
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Broadway Flea Market raises over $700K for AIDS.
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American Horror Story: Freakshow cast shots are shudder-inducing.
When jocks become underwear models.
Made a fun find at the Broadway Flea Market yesterday—a stack of old Playbills from some guy (I assume) who seems to have seen every show on the boards from the '60s until at least two years ago. What makes his collection special is he jotted down his reviews on the covers...and at times they're hilariously malevolent, if not also downright wrong. The original Chicago? Hated it. Torch Song Trilogy? Too much mugging and the fat fag with a gravel voice never could be believed.
Check them out below (all of the below is quoted from his writing)—some of them are priceless...
I had fun at today's Broadway Flea Market, where hundreds of thousands of dollars are raised in a single day for Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS, but I did have a particularly nerdy problem that sort of blew me away momentarily.
I went because (1) You can always find fun stuff to buy, cheap and (2) They always have stars selling autographs and photo ops. This year, the only two stars I wanted were Patrick Wilson and David Hyde Pierce, and both were in the first block, meaning they were signing autographs from 11AM to 11:50AM, then would be posing for photos (you're supposed to pick one or the other...never been a fan of how this is organized).
Got there early, stood in line, then was told—SURPRISE!—Tony Danza had shown up and would do photos for 50 bucks! So worth it. Never met him, often...thought of...him growing up. Who's the boss? Tony Danza was, more than once, in my gaydreams. So I signed up for all three and they pulled me to get David (at first they said he would only pose with Bebe Neuwirth, whom I've already met, and then when they saw my money slipping away, they locked him in for a single). Took forever because for some reason, they were escorting people up to get their autographs done during the photo period. I kept looking around and saw Andy Mientus and others doing their photo ops, but was resolute I would not miss Patrick or Tony.
When it came time, no one wanted to say, “Miss Neuwirth, please step out of the picture,” least of all I (has anyone ever said that???), so I got her free.
I went back into the line, only to be told Tony had done his very few photos and was done. I freaked out, offering to pay extra, and they confirmed he'd left. I was so mad. I know, I know—focus on getting a job and paying for food, Matt...Tony is around often, Matt—but it was disheartening. I felt like “Angela” almost getting a kiss from “Tony” in an early episode, unaware it wouldn't be consummated for many seasons. So then I said, “Well, when is Patrick doing his?” “Oh, he's done, too.”
I lost it.
Losing it inspired the harried volunteers to find it—they charged me double (so much for the free Bebe!), but they got me a dedicated pic with Patrick.
Patrick Wilson is just a handsome creature and a strapping guy. We did our shot and I cooed about Little Children, a stunning film, and then I had to tell him the one Patrick Wilson story I have:
Stage, TV and film actress/singer (let's face it—she could do anything) Polly Bergen has died at 84 following many years of poor health.
I think of her as a stage actress, but also remember her fondly in Cry-Baby (1990), the pretty darn good John Waters flick.
I had just talked about her with a friend. I hate when that happens.
If you don't know who John Epperson is, I'm not mad at you—I pity you. A drag artist extraordinaire, he is the mistressmind behind Lypsinka, a hysterical blend of Ann Miller, Maureen O'Hara and a gay Joan Crawford robot. In her shows, Lypsinka mouths along to a crazed soundtrack of classic and obscure lines from movies and other sources, representing a nightmarishly hilarious laundry list of most of the important things ever uttered.
After too long an absence, Lypsinka is back, performing three separate shows from Wednesday, November 5, to Saturday, January 3, at the Connelly Theater (220 East Fourth St., NYC). Look for her in:
Lypsinka! The Boxed Set
The Passion of the Crawford
John Epperson: Show Trash
I already know all three will be amazing. I saw Lypsinka at The Vortex in Chicago around 1990 and waited in a long line to get her autograph on a dollar bill. Her performance was mind-blowing back then—how did Epperson ever gather all those soundbytes and edit them so seamlessly???
But I also had a little sneak preview at a press meet-and-greet last night, at which Lypsinka was in top form. She tore through an exhausting sequence of her signature phony phone-answering in spite of some injuries; we never would've known if she hadn't told us.
See you at all three shows!
BOY CULTURE REVIEW: ***1/2 out of ****
Sylvester (September 6, 1947—December 16, 1988) was a force of nature—he forced his nature on a world that was at times unwilling to accept him for the person he didn't choose to be, and for the person he chose to be. It's hard to imagine Sylvester's brand of authenticity bringing him success in the 1970s, but he had a good imagination because success is what he had. With some indelible disco classics and a refusal to play the game required of most other popular singers, he became a gay icon and an inspiration in his short life—he died of AIDS at 41.
In Mighty Real: A Fabulous Sylvester Musical, Anthony Wayne (who also wrote the book and is co-director and co-producer with his partner Kendrell Bowman) resurrects Sylvester, doing a damn fine job of disproving any notion that Sylvester was inimitable. In a performance that's informed by Wayne's obvious respect for the icon, he recalls without mimicking Sylvester's piercing falsetto in a string of soaring musical numbers that draw from the entertainer's entire oeuvre.