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What I Remember From Wednesday

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Some highlights:

Cathy, the king of all drag kings, as Billy Ray Cyrus and one of the Temple of the Dog dudes. As the former, she looked part-hipster and part trashy 80s Northeast Philly dude, and as the latter, she could pass as a doorman for the Pontiac. Somehow, she brought all of these personas together, and that is the wonder that is Cathy.

Jimmi as the always-eating Carnie Wilson in Wilson Phillips, and Lance and Freddy’s catty drag as the anorexic sisters. He came out later as Nine Inch Nails and spanked Marni, who was a hysterical Linda Perry earlier in the show. Marni, I should add, has the best mommys in the company. Pixie was an adorable insane raver girl who interrupted “What’s Up” with a techno version.

Freddy, by the way, finally played a boy, his Jared Leto-esque character that he calls Mitchell. Mitchell appeared alongside Cathy in a very homoerotic rendition of Temple of the Dog, the way it was meant to be.

Scott, Amanda, and Trishy were very funny androgynous Hansons.

A Tibetan Monks into “Erotic” with Slavid as a cone-bra Madonna, eventually dueling with Carl as Courtney Love, which was amazing. I can’t describe it as well as these pics here.

Since I wasn’t in the regular show, I did Monica Lewinsky singing No Doubt’s “Just A Girl” with Cathy’s boyfriend James as Bill Clinton. Alternately punky and spazzy and girly and tease-y, though not as much as I would have if it were with Cathy in drag or one of the gay boys. I have too much girl loyalty to mess with someone else’s man and too much loyalty to my own man. I did feed him a McDonald’s french fry with my mouth, accidently almost put the lit end of a cigar in his mouth, and at the end, showed my flesh colored bra, which was by accident because I’d planned to show an elaborate red ruffly bra but accidentally left it at home. I realized that it looked like Janet from several rows back when Steve and Aaron bumrushed the “stage.” I also have the raunchiest mouth in the Dumpstas when it comes to sex (i.e. Mrs. Miller) but when it comes to showing flesh, I’m quite modest, so this was a big step for me.

Oh and the funnest part of the evening (f I had to pick just one) was watching Pixie’s boyfriend Brian (who usually does stage managing, door, and damn near everything else behind the scenes) perform with everyone for post-show and realizing he knew the songs and dance moves as well as or better than some of the people in the group (i.e. me). I love it when the Dumpsta boyfriends take the stage. I would like to see an all Dumpsta boyfriend review.

March 18, 2005 at 9:13 pm 1 comment

Stinkin 90s Playlist

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The Dumpstas show was ba-na-nas Wednesday night! I’ve just recovered enough to write something about it today.

Here is my very short, late-night playlist. In trying to keep with the 90s theme of things that were fun, danceable, and not evil, it was a challenge, because in the 90s, I was not listening to anything vaguely fun (except for riot grrrl) or even vaguely danceable, until I lost my shit in the late 90s and as a result, sold all my Touch and Go (sorry Cap’n)/Drag City/Chicago-Louisville axis/math-rock/post-rock/pigfucker/dude-rock CD’s, and stretched out and waited for the Slits/X-Ray Spex revival, only to get The Rapture and snotty New York people with bad haircuts and coke on their noses.

Played right before last call, this vague order:
TLC – “Creep”
Luscious Jackson – “Energy Sucker”
Len – “Steal My Sunshine”
Monie Love – “It’s A Shame”
Cibo Matto – “Know Your Chicken”
Missy Elliott – “The Rain”
Solex – “One Louder Solex”

If I’d played longer, it would have just turned into a Sugar Town playlist. These items were on the transom:

Rondelles – You hair is full of grease, your head is full of lies, lies!
The Vaselines (reissued in the 90s, cheating I guess)
Bjork – “Army of Me” The best song of hers, hands down.
The Donnas – something from the first album
Helium – “What Institution Are You From?”
Shonen Knife – most likely “Twist Barbie,” again re-issued in the 90s
Elastica – most likely “Stutter”
Sinead O’Connor – “Jump in the River” (and from there, she jumped into oblivion, still one of my fave Sinead songs).
Bikini Kill – most likely “Demi-Rep” or “Rebel Girl”
Stereolab – “Pack Yr Romantic Mind”
Boss Hog – “Winn Coma”
Everything But the Girl
PJ Harvey – Stella-marie you’re my star!
Saint Etienne
Bis – something from the Teen C Power EP
Breeders, of course!
Le Tigre (first album is from 99)
Liz Phair (her cover of “Turning Japanese”, as my copy of Exile is exiled in an unknown place now).
Bratmobile – most likely “Cool Schmool” or “Cherry Bomb”
Autoclave – “Dr Seuss”
Blake Babies – “I’m Not Your Mother”

Did I leave out tons of stuff? Of course. That set was only gonna be for a half-hour anyway. And, I pulled CD’s off my shelf minutes before I left the house.

But if you think about it, most of the bad or joyless music of the ’90s was made by dudes, both major and indie, unless you count the whole Lilith Fair/Alanis, which was a triumph in getting women on the radio and in the driver’s seat economically, but musically, no fun. But seriously though, I’d listen to my playlist above Pavement or Slint or Sebadoh (or any of my male 90s faves) in a heartbeat.

Though I might be convinced to have a Math Rock Dance Party if Joe Paone showed up and Maria DJ’ed. It would be a party of three, but one for the ages.

March 18, 2005 at 8:22 pm 1 comment


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