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Saturday, December 04, 2004 Speaking of Media ElitesI never blog about my job, but this is worth mentioning. On Wednesday I went to a show by a certain a capella group that sings four-part harmonies in drag. The play was called Oy Vey in a Manger. Sounds dubious, I know, but the queens do good parodies of holiday songs, "God Rest Ye Femmy Lesbians" and that kind of thing. Anyway, late in the show they started some audience-participation silliness; they embarrassed one straight-looking guy by pulling him onstage for a lap dance. The song was awful, so I wrote that in my notebook. Then they sang something worse, called "Anal Warts," and I made a note about that. Then a drag queen was beside me. She grabbed my hand, took the pen and notebook, and made me sway to the song. I can sway with the best of them, but losing control of the notebook was nervewracking. As a rule, you don't want cast members reading your notes. When we finished swaying, the queen picked up the notebook, and didn't hand it back. Instead, she jotted a note of her own: "Every moment was marvelous!" Funny, right? But what had I written? Hopefully something noncommittal about the Filipino queen's dress? No: "Anal Warts (Edelweiss) also an unfortunate outgrowth." Well, hey. Grab a critic's notebook during a performance, risk psychological harm. But I liked the rest of the show. posted by Michael Scott Moore | 8:02 PM
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