More Moon Magic

from your host, PJ;

At the height of midsummer’s eve we come together to feast on the delights of our Earth’s sweet fecundity . The full strawberry moon announces the waxing glory of the season of light and is the perfect medicine to the chaos of this past solar eclipse.  New York is under the patronage of Mercury, the god of crossroads and communication, and the the retrograde hits us with a particular intensity. Mercury stations direct just two days before the full moon giving our feast a delicious forward momentum. Midsummer historically is a celebration of bonfires, mirth, and magic, fittingly we shall provide you with all three. Our full strawberry moon is a ritual of abundance, generosity, and joy through community. Please join us for this most auspicious night. Bring a friend, dress ethereally! 

A Little Background on The Campus Cuties

Not many people know that The Campus Cuties are Zoroastrianists or even that collectable figurines could have any religious practices at all. So far, The Cuties are the only ones I have ever found with any kind of spiritual practice. Recently, I happened upon them mid-worship while looking for a remote in the dark. I probably shouldn’t have taken this picture, but it was my coffee table so I did. Zoroastrianism is an ancient religion (6th century BC) and seems like a good idea to me. Zoroastrians believe people and some figurines are free to choose between good and bad. Choosing good will lead to happiness, and choosing bad will lead to unhappiness. So it is the best to choose good. Therefore, the motto of the religion is “Good Thoughts, Good Words, Good Deeds, ‘Nuf Said.” ( I threw that last part in myself.)

Rose Laurens – Night Sky EP

Wednesday’s Rose is Laurens. Cosmic Disco; it’s as if the whole universe is wearing leather pants and keeping it’s I.D. and a little cash in the pocket under it’s hat. The spirits of the leathermen have flown but their EP’s and extended versions remain. R.I.P. dancers, revelers, vanguards, clones.

My Style Has No Style

“My [singing] style really has no style, because I try to sing each number differently. I’ve always believed that if style takes precedence over the words and music, the audience get’s cheated. It’s like when people see a fine play or movie. They imagine themselves in the leading role. I want them to imagine that they’re singing – not just listening to someone else.”
~Judy Garland

Truly Fucked Feat. M. Adam – Gabe

I used this track in a tech mix a couple months ago. I had to do a little slice and dice on it, but the lyrics were just so sick, I had to have it. Imagine lyrics? That rhyme? Wow. The classic breathy, bratty, British vocal is a new wave feeling. Me gusto. I don’t care for the word, “bitch” though…I mean when referring to anything other than all my friends, That got trimmed in my edit but I feel like this track is a little something different than the five-thousand tracks per month that Beatport et al make available. HA! Sadly, that’s true. It’s like freshkills on these dance track sites. Piles of garbage as big as a virtual pyramid at Giza. Something’s gotta give. If you hear something halfway decent, do a bitch a favor and let him know. Okay, bitch? Bitch, no.

Desmond Is Lady Kier Is Amazing

Loving this insanity. Desmond got the looks…clock it… even Good Beat! This makes me happy. There is hope after all.

10, 10, 10, 10, 9 (so shady), 10 10 – This category is shut down – Give it to the child. Give the child the trophy. This is the future, people. ¡FUTURA!

Happy Memorial Day, Douglas

You think YOU’RE sorry you’re dead? I’ll tell ya who’s sorry your dead. Everybody, that’s who. And another thing – everybody also knows you get no apologies for dying. They will not be accepted now or ever due to the fact that you are currently and in perpetuity certifiably non living. Don’t make me say dirt nap, Douglas. The only sign I want to see on your tombstone is, “Back In 15 Minutes.” YOU’RE sorry. yeah right. Good one. Now can the corn, corpse . S anyway, since you’ve been gone it’s been a shitshow here. I mean, if I told you that a global pandemic has been raging for over a year now you’d never believe me right? Well believe me. Oh that reminds me, if you see Nashom will you tell him that The Cock is opening up again soon and there’s a rumor going around that they are creating a new room in there to be known as The Nashom Lounge. I know he’ll love that.

Happy Memorial Day, Douglas, today’s your day! Back here in Hell you get exactly one day for dying. Period. One stinkin’ day to do nothing except maybe save twenty bucks on a mid size appliance and we have the nerve to call it a holiday. In your case you get quite a few days a year to be remembered and missed and continually loved – but those aren’t holidays. Those days when I’m talking to you or about you are pretty much the opposite of a holiday. Those are are the days when Douglas is still dead and everything is still full retail. Life is Hell.

Ya mind if I ask you a favor? Save me a space next to you, will ya? Hey, things happen you know? People die. I could be hit by a bus tomorrow. I’d just like to live knowing that I won’t have to fight for real estate in my afterlife. Big hugs Doug…love your halo. I think you were right to forget the wings. Wings can make your ass look fat. Truth!!Bye Douglas. Everything still sucks here and I still love you. End of ceremony.

This ceremony is OVER, Douglas. I gotta run up to Macy’s annual white sale. It’s always impossible prices and high thread counts. I don’t suppose you could use…no. Nevermind. Byeeeeeee.

Behind The Scenes of Halston

Halston, sure…but JERIANA!

The talented Miss San Juan’s costumes were critical to the success of the project. The series is a fast forward fashion flight from ’68 to ’90 and that’s a lot of garment bags, people. Heavy ones. Approximately fifty-million costumes were required for this gigantic fashion feature production and Jeriana and her crew got them all right. The result is authenticity with effect. Detail queens?…you may sit down now. Everything is perfect.

Brava G. S. J.

Costumes? Naildit.

LADIES…Number twenty, “CourregE-ish mono-new-clothes-osis.”
ULTRA BEAUTIES.
BEST HAIR AT VERSAILLE.
Halston HIGH hand holding? CHECK.
HOURS AND hours of calculated swish.
LOOK THAT UP IN YOUR FUNK AND DIAGONALS. ASYMMETRY WAS OBSERVED.
Pat pose number one hundred and forty seven, “Egyptian Feelings.” Leave it alone, it’s Dilone.