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Well, as it turns out?
I’m not the only effer with a keen eye, honed-ear, & impeccable sense of taste.
See, there’s this gent by the name of Cecil B Feeder—& he’s done gone & made a movie
about little Miss Thing herselfness. Name’s Bloodbath. You know, as in: ‘Bloodbath McGrath’?
Even if you don’t: just smile, nod, & spot-check this tease of a trailer on out…
While I’ve yet to see the docu-rama drama myself, folks who reside in Nueva York—or
very least, plan on being there this eve—are in luck.
The movie premieres TONIGHT:
Saturday, February 12, 2011
7:30 p.m. at MOMA NYC
Theater 2, T2
Among the itinerary:
Legendary X Offender, Debbie Harry, is scheduled to appear—
both to provide an introduction to the film
as well as to participate in a discussion
thereafter
[ & of course, the Bloodiest of Baths will be in attendance;
ditto, director of celebrated
celluloid reliquary ]
However: provided here, now—
a smattering of retinal treats,
a modest sampling of specimen
from this local luminary’s collected body of works
that begs the question: which ‘bodies’ among The Body
were ever actually…bodies…at all?
Said another way: oftentimes these “taxidermied toys,” as they’re referred,
are the cause of great pause/consternation for the artist’s audience:
My assumption is that, despite the hallucinatory realm which these phantasmagories inhabit—
the harrowing “Frankie Machine” [above], for example, in which McGrath’s allegorical depiction of The Man with the Golden Arm renders a dramatic stasis through a potent mix of personal interpretation
and consummate skill—ultimately, it’s a soulful quality about the eyes of
these mythological beings that resonates within the human condition.
A sense of psychological lockjaw. Addicted. Creatures of habit as much as habitat.
Translation of the Latin text?
“No One Is Free Who Is Enslaved To The Body”
H O W E V E R , E N O U G H !
of my blathering
This is, after all, work that speaks for itself—& rightly so…
For that reason—among countless others—the Managament hereby deems it imperative
that your library includes a copy of Everything That Creeps : a gorgeous compendium
of Miss McGrath’s work [ through 2005 ]. The book itself is an <i>objet d’art</i>:
with a die-cut hardcover exterior, full-color glossy pages thick as most magazine
covers [ except with sepia stains at the edges, & cute-enough-to-kill doodles
& details scattered throughout ]. Truly, the tome invokes a sense that
one has happened upon some rare, fantastic relic from last century’s
dustbowl era.
I N . W O R D S . N O T . M Y . O W N
[ excerpt of product description ]
“112 pages of full-color photos & detail shots
reveal the exquisitely complex details of [ McGrath's ] sweetly twisted creatures,
giving a glimpse of what the City of Misfit Toys might have become had it been
saved by Satan rather than Santa.”
this weekend: Friday, August 13th & Saturday, August 14th
Two Thousand & Ten A.D.
the roving, decadent, well-bedecked beast
is taking up residence at The Uptown in Oakland, CA
“…as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.”
:: but what is this ‘House of Usher’—this legendary construct of myth & mirth & mystery—without its cast of characters, its inhabitants? ::
First, Please Allow Me To Present…
Shawni Brothers, Proprietress of The Estate
The question posited, I hereby present a sampling of retinal treats under the auspices that it might inspire any indecisive whine-&-diners of this, my self-named blogature, to readjust one’s posture.
Sir Xavier Haight, The Gentleman of The House
&
Vocalist/Founder of Malign, The Critically-Acclaimed Darkwave Project
Cutting to the chase, with the swath of a switchblade: If you live anywhere in the vicinity of this one-two punch of delectable darkness: even a cursory glance at the gorgeous creatures that follow should propel you off your gluteous maximus & rifling through your closet.
Case in point? The hyper-hyphenate & über-hottie Zoetica Ebb, as pictured above. Of course, you could stay in tonight & lurk endless jpegs of her posted at Biorequiem, her home base among the internet ethers—or you could even go all brainiacattack (accusations of gay? who, me? NEVER. I would not!) & explore Miss Ebb’s prolific outpourings at the subculturally essential—let alone just downright damn sublime—thick & slick & glossy-paged love-letter to alternative culture known as Coilhouse magazine, of which she was a co-founder.
Or, hey! Here’s an idea: how ’bout you just stay home with a family-sized bag of Cheetos & instead of licking the nuclear-hued dandruff off your fingertips, close your eyes & BEAT IT, BOSS
all breathin’ heavy & visualizing this fab fascinatrix you might—no promises from me, as this world we live in? a pretty damn cruel place…
But yeah, you might have a chance to stand close enough to do borderline* creepy stuff like fill your lungs with the stink of her hair.
The asterisk on “borderline”? Bitch, you already know this! Because when we’re crushed-out, there’s some intense delusional hormones released that sell us clichés like how [we] “can’t help the way we feel,” and “no, I really mean it, you guys: this time isn’t like the last time when I said it’s about time I found the right [pick a pronoun, rinse, repeat; double-up on those appointments to the shrink, as close friends will only sigh in disgust, hang up, or pay someone to fark some sense into you. Quickly].”
Kay, I really need to focus here.
Ah! That’s right! The equation of your hormones with a jaunt to Usher this fine eve…
Unless, of course, you’ve slipped past that veritable point of ABANDON HOPE ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE into a life of Ed Hardy sweatpants, woven leather belts the color of fecal matter, headbands from mega-corporate “non-corporate” franchises prominently listed—even & especially if by invisible ink—on the trustafarian American-Apparel-Apparel-Is-My-Idea-Of-Slumming, Ma-a-an pseudo post-post-ironic Hipster Checklist Of [COUGH!] Cool.
✷ Cunty Ranting Hereby Interrupted for A Ceasura of Correctness Maximus ✷
L O O K † U P O N
T H E S E † L O V E L Y † L A D I E S
Nakoeth [L] a.k.a. ‘The D.J. Formerly Known As Fuchsia’: Esteemed Provisionist of Hand-Picked Auditory Delights, & Sorrel Smith [R], A Prodigious Talent of The Visual Arts Who Renders
Her Paintings, Portraits, & Illustrations With Consummate Skill
✷ Palettes Cleansed, Corneas Stimulated…HEED THESE WORDS AS ‘CAUTION TAPE’ FOR YOUR PSYCHE, ✷ As There’s A Shifting Of Gears Back To Vitriolic Territory ✷ (Sorry, mom. Sorry, God.) ✷
Pfft! Oh.&.Yeah: The “Checklist of Cool.” That tripe’s more played-out than Dexy Midnight Runner’s lethal earworm known as “Come On Eileen,” but then again? Chances are if you’ve read—that’s read, any blog-skimmerexic stereotypes who’re in full-blown desperato zone, scrolling with sweaty palms & a staggering 2.8 second average attention span (thanks to the ADHD Pharmers calculated into the same demo/grapho/frankly, let’s-not-get-too-graphic, whose intake of Mother’s Little Helpers fluff up those statsas effectively as a porn set’s invaluable blow-hards working behind-the-scenes)…
Anyway, as I was saying–or, at the very least, attempting to communicate before I reverted to an unfortunate habit of interrupting myself with tangential matter & tossing parentheses around with the same ease as a game of horse-shoes…
:: HERE. HERE’S THIS ::
with Ryan Rosprim [L], Maker-Ov-Musick from Kill Sister Kill: A Band Among the ‘Short List’ of House Faves
& on the [R]? Most applicable? The Court Jester, if anything!
(Incidentally, if I look like a bitch here? Alas! A photographic representation that’s accurate)
You you you, yeah, you: with yourinsatiable hunger for celebrity gossip, commerce tagged as “sharing a secret” (such a flagrant ploy to incite the domino effect among the dumbed-down click, copy, paste & repost crowd to create viral content…yet just like the anything-but-accidental exposure of thongs several inches above [insert name of trendy jeans] horizon being the visual equivalent of a mating call, it’s as fool-proof as the endless supply of fools).
Umm, yeah. Whaddya say we don’t “revisit” the aforementioned yawn-fest (not to mention time-suck kthnxthoractuallyeallynot) & visualize the rapid sweeping gesture responsible for ~magic~ on a dry erase board. Yeah yeah, you know: the trademark disappearing act that occurs when ✷ POOF! ✷ It’s the same blinding white hue working actors & “working boys” have for teeth.
Anyway, so now? Keep that imagination crankin’! Since, upon it, there’s been an addition of verdant green text in which a new topic—an assignment, if you will—occupies that space with the insistence of CAPS LOCK.
The message? Consider this an invitation to (envision air quotes here) follow my lead &
commence whatever personal rituals permit you to complete your destination of being
:: Suited & Booted ::
Above This Text, The Look? Four Words, My Applause: I SEE NO FLAWS
As aforementioned, here’s a dangerously delectable sampling of the historical haunt’s gorgeous creatures dressed in sumptuous fineries. However! Before any butt-hurt gloomophiles dial whine one one for the What About Me?! What About Me!? waaahbumlance to arrive, with a stern tone, I reiterate: this is but a small cross-section of the legendary bar’s “intimate associates.” A vast array of ‘regulars’ populated Usher’s environ over the years; these pictures just happen feature some of the individuals who—for whatever various & sundry reasons—appealed to the “peculiar sensibilities & temperament” of this humble blog’s narrator.
Or, to quote Poe (yet again!): my “reserve [has] been always excessive & habitual.”
Here’s to
Cheers to
T H E † E X C E S S I V E † & † T R A N S G R E S S I V E
Exhibit A:
Sensual, Though Inherently Too Cultivated & Chic For One Dare To Describe As ‘Slutty.’
Sophisticated, Though With A Sufficient Accumulation Of Accolades; i.e., No Need To Be A Show-Off. An Infectiously Engaging Conversationalist—Perhaps The Most Charmingly Macabre Individual I’ve Ever Met, Actually. If you’re familiar with the photography of Eric Kroll, Steve Diet Goedde, Charles Gatewood, &/or Richard Kern (et al), you’ve seen her likeness: or rather, the image this anthropology major & multi-faceted individual chose to project at that precise moment in time.
A maestro of oil, Anna Noelle Rockwell‘s paintings explore the sublime intersection where
the gorgeous & the grotesque intersect. Just click it & check ‘em, already… (For feck’s sake!)
Exhibit B:
Gabriele: Conjurer Of Thunderstorms & Lunar Apparitions, Dark Liquidtrance Bloodscapes,
Scrying, Writhing Vampiric Chasms, Stitch-Witchery Of Glamoured Fabrications,
Brightly-Colored Tarot Playthings In A Physical Shape & Smash-Lit State Of Mind
Like No Other, Cemeterial Moonlit Gloom, & Body-Popping.
A individual in a wonderfully warped sense of the word, & a collector’s dream.
Exhibit C:
Though I Can’t Tell You If It’s From When He Was Or Wasn’t A ‘Prince,’
With All Certainty, I Concur With The Sentiment: Natalie? She’s Got The Look, Yes
Exhibit D:
Paris Sadonis: A Master of Multiple Instruments; A Painter, Performance Artist & Musician Known For Pushing Boundaries—Particularly With The Rotating Cast Of Collaborators in The Audio-Visual Pastiche He Both Created & Orchestrates: EXP. ‘EXPerimentation Without Limitation’ is a doctrine among the collective; ‘Catharticism Is The Key To Our Satisfaction’ is another.
Saturday, July 10th † 2010 † The Vista Theatre
This Is Ain’t Your Standard Midnight Screening, MoFos… This Is Peaches Christ Serving Southern California A Serious Dose of Correctness Uninterruptus
Peaches Christ Productions and The Vista Theatre are proud to announce the special Los Angeles engagement of “ALL ABOUT EVIL:The Peaches Christ Experience in 4-D” on July 10, 2010 at The Vista Theatre, located in the city’s beautiful Silverlake District.
Directed by Joshua Grannell, the alter-ego of San Francisco drag sensation Peaches Christ, this very special event will include a pre-film “spooktacular” hosted by Peaches Christ herself, and feature a live performance by EVIL star Thomas Dekker, from the recent Nightmare on Elm Street remake, with his back-up group “The EVIL kids”: All About Evil co-stars Jade & Nikita Ramsey, Ashley Fink, and Anthony Fitzgerald.
So LOS ANGELES! Get Ready to Satiate Your Midnight Movie Appetite!
Part of the 4-D experience includes a very special guest appearance and pre-show interview with Cassandra Peterson (Elvria, Mistress of the Dark), as well as an audience Q&A.
Fresh from the roaring successes of its World Premiere in San Francisco, as well as a sold-out screening in Austin, TX last month at the famed Alamo Drafthouse, All About Evil, and in particular the Peaches Christ Experience in 4-D, is fast becoming the show to see this summer. A cast of ghouls! William Castle-styled hi-jinks! Flat-out EVIL fun!
Don’t miss this chance to see the film as it’s meant to be seen! In Four Frightening Dimensions!
Additionally, Peaches Christ also strongly encourages audience members to be creative, have fun, and dress up in their finest “gore couture!”
Missing limbs? That’s alright – Peaches believes that less is more when it comes to the gore, couture that is. Is your fierce, new shirt all blood-stained? Don’t fret, Peaches’ believes you should be proud of your day’s messy work. Everything goes better with horror!
Deranged Divas! Brainwashed Back-up Dancers! Wasp Women! Vampires! Deformed Nuclear Fallout Survivors! (Yes, you read that correctly…) This show runs the gamut from Aliens to Zombies.
Aside from the Guignol Grand Dame emcee and guide through this evening of violence, Peaches Christ, the show’s Midnight Mass Players include the dark, demented talents of Trixxie Carr (right), PJ Soulless, Tan-Gyna, Hugz Bunny, Lil’ Evie, L. Ron Hubby (below), Lady Bear, Mad Magda & MORE!!
It will be a night to dismember, and you won’t want to miss being at the beautiful, historic Vista Theatre so you can say you were there to be an actual part of the gorgeous EVIL…
Sleep-deprived, eyes feel like my corneas have been fried by my monitor,
just spent something like a nine-hour span working on what
less than 15 minutes after my marathon of fingerprints
I’m already thinking was a lame concept to develop.
But enough with the waaaahmbulantastic “tl;dr”—
lemme get this outta the way instead:
MASSIVE CONGRATS to that dang adorable Liz McGrath ♥—
who’s not only one of my favorite visual artists, but also the lead singer of Miss Derringer.
Because I adore the poopsmear outta her, I can’t help but give a big HOLLAH over their front page feature
in Spinner this week. I’m not an aol person, but allegedly this is the most downloaded site for music on-line…
Whatever the case, “Black Tears” is bitchen—& seeing a friend succeed makes me happy, indeed.
Nightcrawlers, Style Fiends, Socialites & Scene Queens:
File this one under MUST, as it’s an unexpected diversion from all those clubs you’re Sooo Over, or an early-evening option that’s workable if you have to break your slumber early Sunday morn.
For you die-hards, however? Get In Outfit, &
consider this your Starting Point for making the proverbial ‘Rounds’:
Cocktails & Cute Art—With An Even Cuter Crowd!
Just in case you missed the memo: Hairroin is the white-hot epicenter of WIN
The most innovative crew of Scissormeisters in town,
Who are ON the IT before it’s even begun…
Owner Janine Jarman is one of five contestants in this year’s Oh Shit. What’s it called? NAHA? Is that right?
National Competition / Vegas This Year / Category: Avant Garde
Out of hundreds of applicants, it’s now down to the Final Five.
I’m telling you, & I’m telling you now:
HOME SKILLET HAD SOME ISSUES THAT SERIOUSLY NEEDED
TO GET THE F-BOMB WORKED ON OUT.
— o u t —
With my O.G. Bitches, D.J. Adrian
& The Mysterious D at the decks,
slingin’ siiiick-ass mixes of tracks
that normally wouldn’t rub shoulders with each other…
let alone get layered-up & thrown down
Keep it Fully D.L. re: my headshrinker, but I think
burning down the floor did more good than an obscenely-priced office visit.
Maybe two of them, even.
[ & above ]
Hey—CHECK IT:
Blogster Aman of Aman-About-Town
Really Is…& I ain’t mad about it!
renders a dramatic stasis through a potent mix of personal interpretation
: a gorgeous compendium
Look out! Your town is next!
Part of the 4-D experience includes a very special guest appearance and pre-show interview with Cassandra Peterson (Elvria, Mistress of the Dark), as well as an audience Q&A.
Don’t miss this chance to see the film as it’s meant to be seen! In Four Frightening Dimensions!
Aside from the Guignol Grand Dame emcee and guide through this evening of violence, Peaches Christ, the show’s Midnight Mass Players include the dark, demented talents of Trixxie Carr (right), PJ Soulless, Tan-Gyna, Hugz Bunny, Lil’ Evie, L. Ron Hubby (below), Lady Bear, Mad Magda & MORE!!
Saturday, July 10th, 2010
