Monthly Archives: December 2008

Holiday Hotnuts

Oh oh. The Holiday Low Ballin’ Special Hotnuts party looks like a very festive night. Jaime and das hussy were at the turntables and had the hottest beats. From what I heard, Mary was the best hostess, as always.

Oliver and I wish we were there. But instead, we were stuck in Chicago. Oprah had invited us for a late night pizza snack at her house.

Mary Messhausen

Will & Jaime

das hussy

James & friends

Shotime, Benazir, Misty Discharge & the Celine Dion's mother from the CBC documentary

John & Margot

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Happy Holidays

Happy Holidays, dear readers.

I would like to share a quote from Myra Breckinridge by Gore Vidal, which I am currently reading. It uses one of my favourite holiday related words, which I had never heard before this December (thanks to El Bear Ho): Bauble.

“I preferred to be Greer Garson, a gracious lady whose compassionate breasts were more suited to be last pillow for a dying youth than the baubles for the coarse hands of some horny boy.”

A Pink Bauble

Let A Lady Moan

When 100% Pure Love by Crystal Waters came out, my Bavarian friend Kiki and I were all over the dance floor of our favourite club, Construction Five (Yes, there were lots of Bauarbeiter, we loved das Milieu. And yes, they let underage girls in).

Had I asked myself where 100% Pure Love’s cowbell came from, I would have stumbled across the following treasure before: Jeanette “Lady” Day – Come Let Me Love You. First pressed as a 12″ on the legendary New York disco label Prelude, it got a so-called Mastermix treatment by Shep Pettibone in 1982. This was one of the mixes that were featured on Shep’s radio show and the biggest mixes were subsequently released on a Prelude compilation.

But now, without further ado, please enjoy the moans and cowbells of Jeanette “Lady” Day.
Download it at the great Beat Electric or listen below.

*attention: well known Madonna trivia following*
I bet Madonna must have heard Jeanette moaning in the 80ties. Why else would she have called Shep? First a couple of remixes for the lady (Color Mix of True Blue) until he finally produced Vogue for Ms. Ciccone.

Hot News From the Fragrance Department: Flame

It was mentioned on a late night talk show and I thought it was just the host’s invention. Then Mary sent me the link to Fire Meets Desire, which basically equals Flame, the fragrance by Burger King:

“The Whopper sandwich is America’s favourite Burger. Flame by BK captures the essence of that love and gives it to you. Behold the scent of seduction, with a hint of flame-broiled meat.”

It is available onläne, some stores in NY but not at Burger King. I don’t get it. But I want to smell like grilled meat.

Yummy!

p.s. Aren’t all good things named Flame?

Spoiler Alert

I’m all excited about the eyepatch movie, Valkyrie. The two quotes below sent me over the edge: Now I want to see it.
Soon, we’re going to have friends visiting: Bitz & Bobs. To make sure they don’t get bored I’m putting together a list of activities including a big night out at the movies with Tom Cruise.
It’s all about fun, fun, fun.

“Looks like the Razzies are confident in their prophesy that “Valkyrie” will land in their next derby, which commences on Jan. 21 when noms are unveiled. Last year the Razzie ceremony ended with big photos on stage of films they expect to see next year. Tom Cruise in that eyepatch got the biggest play “” and the most howls, guffaws and applause from the audience.”
(LA Times)

“”œYou can”™t make a World War II movie with no American soldiers in it,” let alone one about a conspiracy whose outcome is a foregone conclusion. (Spoiler alert: Hitler lives.)”
(NY Times)

Last Night

Did you just get here? No, I was here earlier for the circle jerk # I want to have ninner (night dinner). But you can only have that when you had drunch and dunch before. # New dance: rusty machinery getting oiled for the first time in 4 months # New drag name, not sure if it has found a person yet: Pearly Nipple, sister of Misty Discharge # German word that needs to find its way into English: Beipackzettel

When we finally arrive at the Henhouse, our new favourite lezzie neighborhood bar, I discover that the one Mariah CD is missing from their jukebox. The bartender is wearing a Bob Dylan T-shirt (Doh). So I ask Ms Tambourine Man why she took Mimi away. She says something bla bla bla. I tell her: Nobody cares when the tears of a clown fall down.

On the way home, asking the guy in the corner store if we could watch 10,000 BC on his monitors. He says: No.

Momma’s Wurst

Can’t seem to get the charts in order this time.
More or less top ten like. Here we go:

Momma's Groove

Wurst Edits