Thursday, April 01, 2010

"Hello Again"

I'll admit, I'm in a bad mood.

No, not a bad mood. A depressed mood. I'm very, very down.

I've been crying on and off since late last night. For many reasons. And I'm extremely tired. "Hello Again" opens tomorrow and the long days leading right into long, late nights of rehearsals have taken their toll. Add last week's injury to the mix and I'm an emotional basket case.

So, I'm not really in a bad mood, I'm just in a MOOD.

Which is why I think that the video below is the most ridiculous thing I have heard in a long, long time.

Why the fuck does EVERY piece of art need to be gayed up for gay men to feel acceptance? For fuck's sake, isn't "Grease" gay enough without a bunch of middle aged, showtune queens playing Pink Ladies? It's stupid and doesn't serve the material at all.

Want an all male "Grease"? Then, write your own fucking musical. Leave this one alone.

I told you. I'm in a mood.

10 comments:

RAD said...

I like you even when your in a "mood" hang in there handsome! hugs...

Avenjer said...

Lol! Quick story...After coming out I auditioned for the DC mens chorus (because I can sing and I thought it would be a quick way to make new friends) little did I know what a clique-ish hot mess I'd meet that night. I auditioned and was told I could sing very well, was pitch perfect, read music better than most, and was in a high tenor range that they needed. But I was rejected because (and I quote) "you aren't opening your mouth wide enough." I said "that's because I'm singing, not trying to blow your elbow." I was told if I paid for lessons to work with a coach to get my mouth opened wider I could come back next year and audition again for these trolls. I passed and took my fine ass home. They seemed to think they're American Idol and offering "a chance of a lifetime" spot in their ridic show. Each time a new "show" comes out, I chuckle and think "wooo, thank God I dodge that chorus bullet, with my dignity still in one piece." Luckly, I found new friends the old fashioned way. Atta girl. :)

Java said...

I'm sorry you are down. I sympathize. Wish I could make it all better.

Prospero said...

PS - feel better! Love ya!
me

Prospero said...

Darling, I couldn't agree more. They can't even be bothered to masculinize the female characters' names (though i suppose copyright laws prohibit that). Still, it's just men playing women without the drag. Not funny; not brilliant and not entertainment. I bitched about his show when I first heard about it (http://calibansrevenge.blogspot.com/2010/03/gayest-things-youll-see-this-week_09.html) and after seeing that clip, I think it's an even worse idea. Can you say "exploitation?"

Doctor K said...

Ahhhh...I hope you feel better soon. After all, Spring is finally here! Maybe you should whisk yourself off to South Dakota and let the Good Doctor pamper you for a bit!

Stephen said...

Not as exciting as my all CANINE version of A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE, my all 3rd grade production of DEATH OF A SALESMAN or my well received all nude FIDDLER ON THE ROOF ( my favorite review- "wow! Thats is some hairy Jews!")

The Promiscuous Reader said...

Stephen, I realize you were In A Mood, and I have never been able to enjoy Gay Men's choruses (though I did buy the CD of a GMC in Korea, just for the hell of it), but 1) Why the fuck SHOULDN'T every work of art be gayed? I don't want it for acceptance, I just like any excuse to have two guys snogging onscreen / onstage / whatever; and 2) I can't help giggling at the idea that Grease is art.

More frat boy Fridays!

zot said...

I thought the acting was pretty bad, but that has nothing to do with gay or straight. Since it is the Gay Men's Chorus, I have no problem with them performing an all-male Grease.

But we're all entitled to be in a mood sometimes!

Aaron said...

Avenjer, I met several members of the DC Gay Men's Chorus several years ago at a Gala festival in Cincinnati. There were good, but not spectacular. The opening number of their set was from "Mame." They opened their mouths, and I never heard so many purses hit the floor at once.

But they though they were God's gift. And it made me wonder if God ever kept his receipts.