I got all jazzed up when The Lady Bunbun alerted me that I might be receiving an invitation to DJ in “The Gay Day “don’t call it a parade it’s a march” Parade on a big, loud, mylar covered corporate float and that I should be watching my inbox carefully. Status on that: Nothin’ yet. I have a few other DJ “gigs I mean appearances” during Pride “I mean World Pride” month though. I will be Dee-Jaying in front of Martin Keehn’s still brand new shop for New York City’s Make Music Day on June 21st from 2:00 to 6:00 PM and that is a wheelchair accessible location so no excuses this time, people. You can roll your ride right down to Ludlow Street and give a little handbrake boogie in celebration of this nationwide musical day that I personally had never heard of until now but am so glad to pretend that I have known about for years. I am bringing the curdless mic so get ready for some antics, shut in shout outs and very important parking restriction announcements.
¡MUSICA MAMA! ¡GOZA!….¡AZUUUUUUCAR! Sxcuse me a minute, I have to check my email…nope. Nada Gay Parade Email aqui yet.
Won’t you join us for the sake of the music itself and if not for that then FOR THE SAKE OF THE ENTIRE WORLD which as we all know is made to go ’round by music.
Now keep this on the low but…I heard Patti Labelle is going to be there…I don’t know if that’s true or not, and to tell you the truth I don’t think there is anyway in hell that Patti Labelle is going to be on Ludlow Street anytime soon BUT…..WHAT IF SHE IS???
Hope you like ITALO. This is a playlist that is in progress – mostly mid ’80s. Steamy synthesized swish…clean towels and free water. The soundtrack that was the same no matter what city, what country or what continent you happened to be inhabiting that weekend. This is the international sound of gay disco. It plays through the mist that surrounds you now and from the cassette you will take back with you tomorrow. Alone in your premium priced privacy your key bracelet has locked the door and you are secure. Recline and listen hard. Resting and reflecting with eyes toward a ceiling, seeing what you are feeling, you are anywhere at once. You are feeling a new kind of big belonging. Then…
“Attention – Lockers fourteen, nineteen and thirty seven, you must renew. Fourteen, nineteen and thirty seven – you must renew now at the entrance desk.”
“Attention, s’il vous plaît – Les casiers 14, 19 et 37 doivent être renouvelés Les casiers quatorze, dix-neuf et trente-sept doivent être remplacés au guichet.”
‘Ouch. That was waytoo loud.’ Time to take another lap and maybe bum a cigarette. “Wow, this music literally never ends.”