Another Gay Year

Rue Mevlana performed at pride last Saturday. The show was more R&B flavored then the previous ones. It included a cover of Color Me Badd's "I Wanna Sex You Up", as well as 4 pairs of homemade hammer pants, created by our go-to designer Allison Bannister.

Syndi Zook blew everyone's mind as per usual, this time with a cover of Myesha's "Eat My Pussy".


Here's a picture of Mara and Tanya being Mara and Tanya. Heart. This blog is made a lot less scandalous by way of posting their picture in hammer pants as opposed to their go-go dancing outfits.


This was our promo shot for the evening, which, sadly, was ignored by our local newspaper. This oversight did relieve me of any obligation I felt to play the mandolin during our performance though.

I will miss Rue Mevlana when I'm gone.

The Photo Shoot

Ivy is a wonderful subject, as it is impossible to make her look bad. The outcome of each picture presents one of only two possibilities for me - either it is a great photo because she looks beautiful and soulful, or all shortcomings in my photographic technique are glaringly obvious in contrast to her flawlessness.
Sunday we did a photo shoot for her. Ivy did my makeup, and I did Hannah and Ivy's makeup. Hannah styled hair. The portrait below was taken while Hannah was styling a blonde wig on Ivy. Thanks also must go to Loyal and Sherri for choosing to move all the furniture out of our shoot room and painting it pink that very same weekend!

Musée d'art contemporain de Montréal

The Musée d'art contemporain de Montréal showed a Robert Polidori exhibit when I visited last week. If his work seems compelling, pay a visit to the exhibit and enjoy 5 ft chromogenic prints of these images. The show is unnerving and beautiful.

photo by Robert Polidori

photo by Robert Polidori

http://www.macm.org/en/expositions/59.html

exhibit shows until Sept 7

Poem or Lyrics in Montreal in Canada

In this place we smell its scent of bleach,

in repose we lay, machine fights beast,

drums its rhythms on our breast

in its steel we lay down to rest

in its wires we lay our heads to rest.

Dedicate what we make
to a future we don't own,

dedicate it all
to the past we've known,

in a house so cruel and full of light,

in shaky hills and underground

frozen still and in these songs.

There are two souls in our songs,

three souls in our songs,

we have no soul to say just what we've done,

no soul can explain what we've done.

Oh, There Was Home

It is spiritual for me to watch a performer who looks completely charged, electric. Last night I saw Handsome Furs. Watching, I suspected that if Dan Boeckner weren't allowed to get out his music, truly he may go into seizure or just simply vaporize and return to whatever place it is that breeds amazingly talented, scrawny young musical nicolas cage lookalikes.

And should you have a chance to see a show at the Théâtre Plaza in Montreal, please do. It's a gorgeous small-sized hall with a balcony, painted light blue with stainglass lighting and gold art deco interior and a sick lighting system/fog machine.

Hallelujah to both of the members of Handsome Furs for being a little crazy, and to Tommy and Dangerbird Rob for a perfect night and perfect timing.

photo taken from Mary Swankster

Handsome Furs - Dead & Rural (Live in Amsterdam) on YouTube