Like, a Version
No preteen shopping-mall Madonna wannabe from back in the day ever came close to perfecting the art of MADONNA impersonation quite like our countrys greatest drag queens. M. herself proclaimed, after the all-male tribute during last years MTV Video Awards, that it takes a real man to fill my shoes. And lord knows they tried last week in honor of her 42nd birthday at the 11th ANNUAL MADONNA LOOK-ALIKE AND LIP-SYNCH COMPETITION, which, we were amused to learn, actually originated in a Black Angus in Ontario. In sweltering heat, hostess and M. illusionist VIVA SEX (pictured) got the shirtless masses at THE FACTORY going with Music, the current club single that sounds like one long bum note. Seven contestants, surrounded by screens showing the entire Blonde Ambition concert, thankfully took us back to ye olde Boytoyland with renditions of Vogue, Dress You Up and Erotica. Contestant No. 4 and her backups a goth kid and a vacant-looking G-stringed blond quick-changed through half a dozen songs and just as many construction-paper costumes that stank worse than all of M.s movies combined. The top prize went to ADRIAN, a second-time winner, who did Nothing Really Matters and Shanti/Ashtangi with its Sanskrit mantra. We, however, were rooting for either of the two Vogue vixens (props for getting the Vincent Paterson choreography right). Singing along to strike a pose and gave good face just sounded more fun than Vunde gurunam caranaravinde sandarsita . . .
THE SWING VOTE
Dont expect a break from politics now that weve run the DNC out of town, because its a never-ending Gore fest until November. RAISE THE BAR, the national nonprofit organization that holds fund-raisers and voter-registration drives at queer clubs, knows that getting John Q. to pull the lever is tricky, so they bumped the grind of getting the vote out at ARENA by hosting Latin Night there recently. Soon-to-be-shirtless sweathogs were greeted at the door by sexy solicitors enticing virgin voters to join in the ballot-box orgy come November, before they even made their way to the open bar or free buffet. (Note to Raise the Bar: Set up shop at the bar. Fat and happy drunks always give it up more easily than sober and starving freeloaders.) Event hosts included club kings and queens (you choose whos who) JOSH WELLS, APRIL LA RUE and BILLY ERB, as well as Bar founders H. AARON ARONOW, M.D., activist ORION MARTINEZ, writer/ producer DAVID A. NEWMAN, and writer and event coordinator KEITH MERRYMAN. The lines were blurred from the start outside, with a mishmash of VIP and regular-entry queues to Arena and CIRCUS, its parking lotadjacent sister club, where GIANT, a heavily hetero affair, was also pumping. Cross these party lines and youll find yourself playing with the other team. Hey, if it worked for David Bowie, it can work for you.
TURN THE BEAT AROUND
Something refreshing was in the air last week when London DJ extraordinaire GILLES PETERSON brought his worldwide styles to Los Angeles at the jam-packed EL REY. His renowned eclecticism and romantica jazz-infused sounds kept the ultracosmopolitan crowd bouncing for hours as he deftly mixed cut after cut of soulful house, rare groove, bubbly drum n bass and everything in between. By the time Deniece Williams honey-dipped soul classic Free flowed out of the speakers way past midnight, hundreds of steamy, shimmering bodies had melted into one giant, undulating wave, and the cavernous El Rey was magically transformed into an intimate back-alley club. We were disappointed that garage-soul-beat maestro MJ COLE wasnt present to open the show as scheduled, but Bossa Nova resident DJ JUN stepped up to electrify the house with his own signature style of funky-but-sleek mixes. Sharing the nights good cheer were urban-beat poet SAUL WILLIAMS, Viper Room favorite NIK FROST, Ritual Events JED WEXLER, Urbs RAYMOND ROKER and Chocolate Citys GARTH TRINIDAD. One awestruck fan, taking a moment to dwell on the magnificent cityscape of lights that drenched the stage, sighed, There really needs to be more of this in L.A.
MEMORIES ARE MADE OF THIS . . .
Despite the scheduled appearance of their idol LEIF GARRETT with his band GODSPEED, the Leifettes were not out in force on the first night of the heavily hyped RETRO SHOW at the SANTA MONICA CIVIC AUDITORIUM, which was more Carnival of Souls than VH1s Behind the Music, with event staff, vendors and volunteers outnumbering the patrons in a desolate amusement-park milieu. Carnies, none of whom resembled GARY BUSEY in the 1980 film, lolled in front of sun-bleached prizes and deserted rides. Vendors hawked schlock and kitsch to the uninterested few. One of the celebs on display, Rhoda hubby DAVID GROH, expressed dismay with the turnout right before the electricity cut out on the minuscule audience. Former teen heartthrob Garrett also seemed taken aback by the small crowd, but the barefoot songbird (wearing a long-sleeved shirt despite the heat) maintained his sense of humor. When a heckler shouted, I Feel Like Dancin (an attempt at I Was Made For Dancin, the title of one of Garretts bubble-gum hits), the pop icon quipped, Actually, I really dont. (Local thespian SEAN E. LOVE, wearing a bejeweled Dokken T-shirt, appeared to be auditioning for a solo spot with the Leif Garrett Dancers.) A handful of middle-aged female fans (and a haggard Rod Stewart look-alike) tapped their feet to Godspeeds metal dirges, which one wit characterized as music to rehab by after Leif asked for a big round of applause for ROBERT DOWNEY JR. for getting out of jail. Feigning amnesia when heckled about his Tiger Beat days, the aging singer did briefly doff his hat to mop a sweaty brow, treating the assembled to a tantalizing glimpse of his bald spot. Rock on, Tiger.
Edited by Kateri Butler
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