#Pride2012 Show @TBandtheDamned

burn that cksucker down
burn that cksucker down

I have to confess that though I love Pride and the community progress it stands for, I also hate Pride and the massive opportunity to be ignored by more men at one time than my ego can take. Trying to stop and take in booths is nearly impossible with so many people wanting to do the same, or with booth operators more focused on their particular, & usually much younger, demographic.

The Beautiful & The Damed at Pride2012 gave a great show under standard, but taxing circumstances – we were on at 3 p.m. during the hight of the Parade – the audience was sizeable and responsive. Taxing included the sweltering heat, the unshaded stage, and for Amoeba Starfish – electronic equipment that ‘wilted’ under that intense heat.

crowd eager for us to perform (lol)

They opened the show with a cooling ambient piece that Lizzie Violet,s words slipped into easily. I always enjoy being reminded that chlamydia is not a flower. I followed her with Dancing and Necking, Oogie Inferno (fitting in the blazing sun) – Starfish gave me a fine driving beat to work with. I enjoy using my Kindle on stage. It doesn’t pull focus the way paper does and almost looks like I’m off book.

Next up was Philip Cairns – I’m glad I had sunglasses on to deal with his blinding bling. He did great pieces about Paris and several short wry reflections about being a hot queer. After him was David Bateman with strong, funny & emotional work that should guarantee him a place in the Farmers Almanac. Last up was DM Moore with one of her chilling & moving Lost Girls pieces. It was about now that the electronics gave up the ghost – you can’t cool down a hard drive with an ice pack.

We each had put together short sets so as not to run over our allotted 50 minutes. As it turned out we had all underestimated and got the opportunity to do a couple of more pieces each in round robin till we had earned our keep. No poet leaves the house with only a few pieces and my Kindle had lots to choose from. I did selections from the Brown Betty collection: I Kissed A Girl, Unmasked & Dad’s Pockets. Starfish came back to life just long enough for some sweet Hendrix work for Unmasked (my Hendrix piece.) I was glad to do it to give balance to Oogie – some homos like Jimi Hendrix more than they like Nona Hendryx.

waiting for the parade

It was a great but exhausting show. Philip did excellent work organizing things with the Pride people, DM Moore made sure we got to be there (right where we belong) & The Damned were Beautifully sweating.

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Hendrix: burning the midnight lamp

soon … I wish I was a merman


messy coffee table

open bottles wine beer Scotch

weed rolled in papers too thin to write on

yet strong enough to hold a shared dream


three of us

Del me Kathy

share this joint enterprise

laugh at a phrase I was going through

hands touch to pass

the precious opener of minds

or rather the opener of pants

as Del loudly called it

his eyes on Kathy

she gave him a look

that said ‘see you later’

then left with her cigarettes

and the remains of the wine

‘uptight bitch’ Del laughed

as the door shut

he stayed

the supply on hand

held more appeal than

the supply leaving the room

that Jimi guitar

hooked its way around our brain

led our vision across patterns

my voodoo child eyes would wander

all along the corduroy

that hugged and held Del

he invitingly pushed the coffee table away

to make room on the floor

we had become so smoke soft

only the backless floor could

hold our floating rolling bodies

till we found ourselves


I could feel the crosstown traffic of my heart

the sensation of his tongue on mine

the coarse grind of pubic hair on stomach

a move for a breath of air

to refresh the disguise of liquor

thighs hands lips

trimming a midnight lamp

that still burns today

but no longer needs

a smoke-screen

the bottled mask of permission


Disco Revolution

While I was performing my ode to disco “Oogie Inferno” I realized that disco is truly the music of revolution – it was pop music that fearlessly opted to ignore the macho stance of rock’n’roll, c&w and even r&b. When the ‘disco sucks’ movement was burning Bee Gees albums before baseball games it seems like a futile gesture – today I realized that what the statement really was/is ‘disco sucks cock.’

As I read I saw the ode as a protest piece and that charged it with a different energy. Protest songs are usually strident and angry, this piece isn’t. Like much of disco music it extolled the sheer joy of dance, of being alive – which in a culture that sees pessimism as realistic and that pleasure is shallow plus its its intrenched sexophobia, disco joy is a subtle defiance. While protest music (& most r’n’r)  is heterosexist in your face, disco is queer sex in your pants.

What other music form has allowed for transgressive performers like Sylvester, Divine, Grace Jones while giving new life to the careers of Aretha, Patti & even life support to Madonna. ‘Disco sucks’ because it gave women with big voices even bigger songs to sing.

burn that cksucker down

BuDa at Pride gave each of us the opportunity to share our voices in the midst of this corporate celebration of a queer demographic that isn’t geared to spoken-word. But we where there. Taking the stage in the heat and bringing our own heartbeat to the throb. It worked.


The disco revolution may not be in your face, or even in your pants but it is certainly in your feet.


Oogie Inferno

if you’re thinkin’ I’m too cool to boogie

boy oh boy have I got news for you

I love the sweaty potential of the dance floor

the solid mass of men mobile   shifting

eagerly crammed    crowded by the bass line

the righteous revival fever of a contralto

everybody here tonight must boogie

let me tell ya’ I was no exception to the rule

the heat was on (burnin’), rising to the top, huh!


eyes closed   hands open

shirtless strutters in sweat soaked satin shorts

muscles    bloated bellies   no one cares

as flesh wound around  pulled by the driving

boogie oogie oogie

an endless moment of contact high

thigh to thigh contact

the heat was on, rising to the top

where the keyboard was underfoot

put your feet to the beat

peak after peak of solid state sweat

turn this beat around

no voice heard that wasn’t amplified


no time to waste, let’s get this show on the road

listen to the music and let our bodies flow

yowsa yowsa yowsa

dance dance dance

shame shame shame


we were shimmering glittering

ready to take on the future

beep beep toot toot

I love the moment of stepping into the mass

the sooner I begin the longer I’ve got to groove

listen to the music and let bodies move

make a space for myself

get approving once overs

then not care who’s lookin’

but when my spark got hot

I heard somebody say

Burn baby burnin’ the house down

gonna boogie oogie oogie

till you just can’t boogie no more


I love the blur as I am transported

out the body   out of the mind

satisfaction (uhu hu hu) in the chain reaction

released from all sense of self

except for the one caught     immersed

push push in the bush bush

lost for hours

boogie oogie oogie

taking a breather wet glistening

asked what are you on

having my answer of nothing disbelieved

as if the music and testosterone

aren’t enough for me to

burn that cocksucker down

because have I got news for you

this could be the last dance

everybody here tonight must

boogie oogie oogie