Archive for the Contemporary Variety Category

Stars and Stripes Forever!

Posted in Burlesk, Contemporary Variety, PLUGS with tags , , , on July 3, 2015 by travsd


OK, this card is a little hard to read, so I’ll tell you all you need to know. Our friend Lefty Lucy is presenting this patriotic burlesque show at Coney Island USA tonight at 10pm, featuring herself, Julie Atlas Muz and a bunch of other “A” list burlesque stars. Plus it’s a Friday night at Coney and that means fireworks! See ya there!

Force Majeur Returns This Sunday

Posted in BROOKLYN, Contemporary Variety, PLUGS with tags , , , on June 19, 2015 by travsd


Tammy Faye Starlite as “Marianne Faithfull: Exposed”

Posted in Contemporary Variety, CRITICISM/ REVIEWS, Rock and Pop, Singers, Singing Comediennes, Women with tags , , , , , on June 15, 2015 by travsd


A funny thing happens once you have seen Tammy Faye Starlite perform many different shows in many different characters: you spot the thread of her real identity flowing through all her work. This is especially entertaining for me because I have seen her perform in character (heard her talk in accents) perhaps 100 times as much as I’ve ever heard her real voice. More like 400 times. I’ve spoken to the real her in person for a couple of minutes at most, but I’ve seen full length shows of her Nico, Marianne Faithfull and what I’m calling “Tammy Classic” (her original country persona — where’d she go?) And I’ve also seen video of her doing Mick Jagger. Underneath the funny voice and costumes, common denominators sneak through: those huge, unblinking eyes; a disarming quality of calm; and above all a love of unsettling patter in the tradition of Andy Kaufman, constantly hilarious, and occasionally so very “wrong” that the discomfort in the audience is palpable.

This is her at her best. (I was about to say she was brave, but it’s more like a compulsion. She can’t not do it. But I really cherish those moments where she defies this querulous, judgey age of ours). Jewish herself, she loves to make people of all persuasions squirm by saying provocatively anti-Semitic things. Genitals are always very high on her agenda. And she gets brutally political. Lindsey Graham was her particular whipping boy last night in her Marianne Faithfull show at Joe’s Pub, and she told a “hilarious” anecdote from country singer George Jones’ autobiography about how one time he freaked out black country artist Charley Pride by spray painting “KKK” on his car for a joke. These are all Tammy; it’s safe to say I don’t think Marianne Faithfull would go to any of these places.

Last night’s show was full of terrific singing and interesting choices. For one, it’s the present day, and while her “Faithfull” sings material all the way up to relatively recent times, Tammy performs the singer  in what might be called “pre-dissipation” mode, before drink and drugs turned her voice into a mass of cracks and crags. In other words, her voice is still pretty, and the real Marianne Faithfull’s voice hasn’t been in many decades. I saw the real McCoy live at Avery Fisher Hall circa 1996 and listened to her record 20th Century Blues dozens of times. Sometime prior to that her voice acquired “character” and nowadays she sounds sort of like the actor John Hurt.  But it’s a wise choice of Tammy’s, self-preservation-wise, not to sing husky.

Another interesting choice: unlike her Nico show which faithfully sounded just like the original records, this show relies on just two acoustic guitar players for accompaniment. And yet I spy another way the show is realer than real: one of those guitarists Barry Reynolds was actually one of the real Faithfull’s musical collaborators. This added a cuh-razee level of meta-reality to this show; it was quite bonkers. Especially because, as with all her characters, Tammy plays the diva, and spends a good deal of time berating and kicking the band with genuine sadism. Only this time, the guy she’s kicking is this real guy, who played and wrote the songs on Broken English and all these other classic albums. And they actually do the numbers. This is some weird, multi-level mind-fuck porn. Most enjoyable.

Now, I’m a fan so I relish her crazy patter more than most, but the meat of her shows are the songs, and she never bores me when she sings (most people do, including all of the famous people I’m supposed to want to sit still and listen to). In addition to the Reynolds songs, they did “Sister Morphine”, which Faithfull co-wrote with her long-time lover Mick Jagger, a country song by Shel Silverstein, Harry Nilsson’s “Don’t Forget Me”, and a bunch of other numbers. I was disappointed at the top of the evening when she said she wouldn’t be doing “As Tears Go By”, the Jagger-Richards song that put her on the map, but (spoiler alert) that was just a fake-out. She closed the show with it. And she left us wanting an encore, one we didn’t get — that cold, cruel woman.

Tonight: The Bacchanal

Posted in Acrobats and Daredevils, Contemporary Variety, PLUGS with tags , , , , , , , on June 12, 2015 by travsd



Brooklyn Babydoll ‘s Showcase of Class

Posted in Burlesk, Coney Island, Contemporary Variety, PLUGS with tags , , , on June 5, 2015 by travsd


Tomorrow: The Asian Burlesque Spectacular

Posted in Burlesk, Contemporary Variety, PLUGS, Women with tags , , on May 29, 2015 by travsd


The Cruel Tale of the Medicine Man

Posted in Burlesk, Clown, Comedy, Contemporary Variety, Horror (Mostly Gothic), Movies, Movies (Contemporary) with tags , , , , , , , , , , on May 28, 2015 by travsd


I had the highly pleasurable privilege the other day of catching a preview of James Habacker’s new movie The Cruel Tale of the Medicine Man. Habacker is the full-on auteur of this magical confection: producer, director, screenwriter, and — in the guise of his alter ego Mr. Choade — the star.


We’ve written about good Mr. Choade before.  He’s one of Habacker’s numerous hosting personae at his Lower East Side burlesque club The Slipper Room. Choade’s name is rich with meaning; I found this explanation very illuminating. Choade is a complex crossroads of the visual (a bit of Snidely Whiplash, a bit of the Child Catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang), and the verbal (his vocabulary is studied, ornate, antique and quaint. not unlike W.C. Fields), and the musical (his speaking voice is deadpan and affectless, almost like a child in a school play, living in a jarring juxtaposition with the other two elements in punkish subversion). The latter element is what posits Choade in the present. He looks like he should tie damsels to railroad tracks; but he sounds like he just stepped off the IRT and only put on this costume so he could rob a branch office of HSBC.


The film is a wonderful manifestation of the same sensibility that cooked up Choade. First, it uses Habacker’s club The Slipper Room as the primary location — it’s so perfect that it’s almost like he dreamt up the club just to be the set for this movie. If you’ve been there, you know it’s gorgeous, traditional, candy-colored, and evokes the great era of saloons, with more than a suggestion of the Moulin Rouge. In the film, the club too is playing a character…a combination burlesque club and Grand Guignol…and, baby, that’s a club I want to go to so bad I hope someone starts it.

Choade is the master of ceremonies and proprietor, aided by two henchpeople (Camille Habacker and Arthur Aulisi). Below them in the pecking order is a company of enslaved burlesque dancers who are kept in line through their addiction to a mysterious green patent medicine (the green suggests absinthe; the addiction suggests an opiate). The meat of the performance consists of burlesque dances culminating in ritual sacrifices in the Grand Guignol show, highlighted by silly but gory special effects. When the girls get too troublesome, the fake weapons are replaced with real ones and there’s a lot of blood to mop up. The end game is the feeding of souls to the mysterious Medicine Man (played by outsider artist Joe Coleman), who lives in a little cottage in the woods, just like a witch or a troll. (Since Choade himself keeps a little boy in a cage, he can hardly cast aspersions). The bargain is that if Choade can supply the Medicine Man with enough souls, he will be rewarded by getting to present the best show ever.

That, by the way, is the template for the Robert Johnson myth, and many a fairy tale. Habacker’s visual sensibility, combined with his strict crafting of his narrative does indeed give his movie a storybook quality, and like the best storybook stories (Disney, the Wizard of Oz, the German Expressionists) his film is a genre-defying mixture of comedy, horror, sex, fantasy, freak show, dream and cartoon. On top of that, he has top loaded the film with underground (and some mainstream) marquee names: Matt Fraser (from American Horror Story: Freak Show), his wife, the burlesque performer and choreographer Julie Atlas Muz, Lefty Lucy, Stormy Leather (and among the extras) Carla Rhodes, Gal Friday, Albert Cadabra, and countless others I’ve left out because I wasn’t taking notes. Our Goldilocks/ Snow White/ Dorothy in all this is wide-eyed young Linda (Jillian McManemin), who drops by the club one day seeking a job, much as a fly would drop by a spider web. The rest of the cast (except the extras) can be found here. 


There seems to be something like a movement afoot, a cinematic school if you will, percolating out of the humid swamp of New York’s downtown performance community of which the burlesque and alternative (or “performance”) comedy crowds are subsets. I would include among this mini-movement Lola Rocknrolla and Rev Jen (and by god, I have an ever growing pile of scripts I wanna make, so hopefully I’ll join ’em in the trenches before I become worm food). These film-makers make me deliriously happy, reviving the freshness and freedom and attitude of the likes of Jack Smith and Andy Warhol and John Waters and the Kuchar Brothers — sophisticated, daring, bold, dirty, heroic, playful, defying category, defying the expectations of “the market”, essentially giving the finger to anyone who refuses to comprehend, even as it entertains the hell out of those those willing to go along for the ride. The existence of just one of these film-makers would make me hopeful. The existence of all three makes me confident and optimistic. Something good will come of this in the future.

Habacker’s film hasn’t been released yet, but when it is, I’ll be sure to trumpet the news here. Meantime, there are trailers. See them here:


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