I’m guest blogging over at One Week One Band this week, talking about one of my all-time favorite duos, the Pet Shop Boys. This morning I started with the history behind “West End – Sunglasses,” an early remix of their debut single, and between now and Friday I’ll be winding more or less chronologically through their catalog at the rate of two songs a day. Which is hard, considering how very many great songs they’ve made since 1984.
Filed under: gay, internet | Tags: brief magazine, naked pictures of your dad, porn
Naked Pictures Of Your Dad may just seem like a bunch of stolen images randomly posted in no order, but it’s not! Well, sort of it is but also sort of it’s not. There’s a method.
I have exactly 100 blogs in my pornydude RSS feed, and I sort through each post daily and then upload my 10 favorites. I’ve got the blogs divided into categories (art/celebrity/daddies/fetish/g rated/hetero/models/vintage/x rated) and I try to post at least once from each category. Even though nobody seems to like the fashion-y posts very much and hardly anybody ever clicks the like heart on the straight people posts, I don’t really care. I’m posting it if I think it’s good enough to be there.
Another of my many rules is that I won’t post multiple images that were posted on the same blog on the same day. Part of that is out of respect for the other blogger’s style, and part of it is to keep myself in check. But then there are blogs like Brief.
Filed under: gay, in praise of athletic beauty | Tags: at the gym, lova moor, music videos, olivia newton-john, the chap, vanessa, village people
Nudey blog (men)o(rama), of all places, just turned me on to this wonderful, wonderful video by Dutch singer Vanessa. Apparently Vanessa is kind of vapid and annoying and not very nice, but everything about this video is wonderful to me, from the shorts to the lyrics to the fact that something about the production–the “deny” bit right before the chorus–reminds me of “No Time For A Tango,” my favorite Dutch hit of 1979. (Ahem.)
After the jump, more with the weight machines:
Filed under: gay, music | Tags: antonio variacoes, gay, mixtape, music, pride
June is Pride month, and while I could write 10,000 words about how that makes me feel–I’ve got at least two drafts saved already!–I thought I’d take this opportunity to compile together some LGBTQ-and-queer-friendly-straight artists that I’ve liked over the years. That list includes the obvious (Bob Mould! Michael Stipe! David Bowie!) but also folks like British record producer Joe Meek (represented here with Davy Morgan’s “Cocaine”) who was driven to murder and then suicide by a blackmailer in 1967, and Antonio Variacoes, the wildly hunky Portuguese hairdresser (pictured above) who opened the first unisex salon in all of Portugal before launching his music career in the early eighties, only to succumb to AIDS a few years later.
Also some people that are still alive! I made sure to represent the L, G, B and T crowds, and also added in a few straight (or I think straight?) people (Shirley Manson! Twiggy! High heel-wearing Serbian New Wave star Oliver Mandic!) who have their gay followings, even if they’re not the first people you think of when you think of gay musical tastes.
This mix is a little longer than my standard 60 minute compilations, but it’ll still fit on one CD and I couldn’t not include “Cocaine,” “The Sweater” or “The Anal Staircase.”
The video for Los Punsetes’ song “Tus Amigos” has been out for nearly a year-and-a-half now, although I only saw it for the first time about five minutes ago, when someone left the clip on my Facebook wall. (Awwww!) The video is pretty funny, with a lot of taking-it-up-the-butt jokes, actual butts, and even an appearance by some (presumably simulated) sperms, which cleverly show up at exactly the halfway point. (You know, for the Youtube preview.) 120,000 people have already seen the video, though, so maybe you know about it already.
Musically, it’s pretty basic indie number, although it definitely has a charm to it. Maybe it’s just the Spanish, but it made me want to pull out my old Little Darla Has A Treat For You CDs, the ones with superb indie-pop songs from Madrid’s Elefant Records. I haven’t spoken a single word of Spanish since my sophomore year of college, though, so I didn’t quite get the song’s joke (the chorus translates literally to “I hope your friends take it up the ass,” I think.)
As I’ve mentioned before, I won’t be watching the Eurovision final on Saturday. And as I’ve also mentioned before, I’m having a rather major birthday this week. That’s as good a reason as any to take this afternoon off, I think, to watch the first Eurovision semi-final while drinking ouzo and Armenian cognac.*
However, since I’m also sitting here alone with my boyfriend’s cat, I thought I would liveblog this experience as a means of convincing myself that it’s happy and not sad to be drinking alone while watching TV on the internet in the middle of a Tuesday. Oh boy!
(*The local liquor store carries almost nothing from any of the nineteen countries participating in this semi-final, unfortunately. I bought the only bottle of ouzo, and the cognac was here already.)
Filed under: gay, personal | Tags: eagles, gay bars, me me me me me, providence, san francisco
The impending and perhaps inevitable closure of the San Francisco Eagle seems to mark the end of an important era, judging from comments made by gay Californian friends. And though I’ve never been to that Eagle (or to California, for that matter) I can appreciate the despair.
On my first (and so far only) visit to the New York Eagle a few months ago, the music was good, the guy were hot, and the amount of action dudes were getting in front of the trough urinal was really something to behold.
But the Providence Eagle is the one I know the best. I made my first visit there about a decade ago, just before my twenty-first birthday, when I realized I could use my height and scruffiness to get into places I shouldn’t have been able to get into. Located across the street from a homeless shelter, the Eagle was tucked on a downtown side street, the odd smokers on the sidewalk the only indication that the sign-free building with the blacked-out windows was anything at all.
Filed under: gay, heterosexuals, magazines | Tags: club international, cosmo, dolly, erkekce, fling, gq, honcho, magazines, me me me me me, motor trend, nme, people, redbook, rolling stone, sports illustrated, the face
In May 1981 an exciting sound was coming out of Scotland. Altered Images had recently released debut single “Dead Pop Stars” on Postcard Records, and labelmates Orange Juice were preparing to put out a few singles as well. And there was NME with the cover story.
I’m going to be thirty in… two weeks, so I thought it might be fun to take a look at some magazine covers from the month of my birth. Here are thirteen of my favorites, starting with teenaged Bow Wow Wow singer Anabella Lwin on the cover of The Face:
It’s nearly 3 am and I’m SO BORED. Also tired. But I decided to wait until 11pm to start Easter pie baking, and so here I am, waiting for my first-ever rice pie to be done. It’s baked, but I’m in the midst of the part where you shut the oven off and just sit there with the oven off and the oven door ajar so the top of the pie doesn’t crack. (The top is going to crack anyway.)
Anyway, I thought I would just remind you of the existence of this video. I’m pretty sure I’ve posted it here before, although maybe I just put it on my Facebook or something… The impromptu “yeah, baby!” at roughly 1:45 still slays me.
