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| I thought of a great tag line for a silent musical: ALL SINGING! ALL DANCING! NO TALKING! I’ve been watching a lot of the Lumiere brothers early films, from 1875-1897. Incredibly beautiful stuff – and very sophisticated. Shame Thomas Edison got credit for inventing motion pics, he ripped off the Lumieres, but he ripped off everyone and got the credit. Greenaway is fun to watch. Kids and old people!!! I HATE THEM!!! As long as they stay outta my way. They annoy me – I have a knack for being on long airline flights with babies who cry all the way. Isn’t it weird how most old people seem to stop buying new clothes after a certain date? Looking at them I start to feel like David Attenborough! I resent all of the English royal family. Diana was the only one to have successfully made them at least a little more human and compassionate, but they’re all idiots. And it all comes down to the Sex Pistol’s tune where Lydon sings, ‘God save the Queen/ Tourists mean money’. It’s so true. F***ing wankers. When I hear the word ‘sexpot’ – of course my first thought is of our old biblical lesbian murderer of yore, Myra Hindley. Cliff Richard! Is he still a born-again christian? Yuck!! Nothing says Sunday morning quite like prune juice, a walk past the blue gorilla and fondling one’s slots! _____ says that with the [Barry Lowe] Joey Stefano play he was amazed, and said something to the effect that it was one of the greatest theatrical experiences of his life. My Italian psyche translator renders that statement as: It had a cute boy in it and it was about f***ing. Who the f*** likes clowns?!?!? Far and away people seem to hate and fear them like we do. Let’s make a post-modern remake of ‘The Sound of Music’, called ‘Sound/Music’! In London in 1993 I heard this old lady talking to another old lady about how disgraceful pop music was, and she kept saying Mod Anna. Two words! ‘Mod Anna’ could be a movie starring Twiggy or Jean Shrimpton. Getting thrown out of the Telly Savalas Sports Bar by Telly Savalas was a magical experience! Couldn’ta axed for more! Awful films stoned become a religious experience. I should changed my name to Geert, and just leave it at that, like Cher – but then I’d probably feel compelled to start having Bob Mackie stuff made for me. Protestors during the Seattle WTO riots were ripping down Santa Claus stuff and setting it on fire – brilliant and truly inspired. My big wish was that a church would get torched, but alas, nope, didn’t happen. Going skiing on xmas day. Let’s hope I don’t do a Sonny Bono. Would that count as a Shinto ritual? One of the biggest compliments I can give Rufus Wainright and his music - it (thankfully) never veers into the precious. Never once am I reminded of Morrissey. Which transsexual was the tennis player? A good weepy biopic of that person would be ‘For Love’. Very Hollywood. YUCK!!! Which rhymes with F***!!! I dig the way he writes. Well, what I mean is it just sounds like a laundry list. Burt Bacharach was here recently – I worship the man. She had such a bad lisp anytime she comes to an ‘s’ that it sounds like a f***ing wind tunnel. I think Ed Wood and other bad movie people are as valid and equal – in their own way – to highbrow stuff. Most of the time I’d opt for Ed, Herschell and Mamie over the highbrow. Peret – there’s been no one like him since. He astonishes me and is one of the few people I’d call a visionary. Friends were concerned but as I was saying such funny stuff, ignored it until I hit the Liza Minelli booze level. My grandmother told me that my great uncle, her brother, said that he had an affair with Cole Porter. Odd. Vidal was fine when he was talking to the gathering, but one on one he seemed doped up on meds of some kind – like he wasn’t all there, feelin’ no pain etc. So, with Quentin’s death, is Vidal now the world’s reigning bitchy queen? |
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