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A night out
Oct. 1st, 2004 10:14 amSo a review of L. Crompton's Homosexuality and Civilization (2003) on the Bryn Mawr Classical Review list/site contains the phrase, "powerful pink polemic." Neat.
Last night I went to a show at the Middle East Upstairs in Cambridge, primarily to see Reverend Glasseye, a band I have been aware of for a couple of years but whom, until last night, my schedule did not ever permit seeing. I am pleased to report they were wicked cool, although the Rev. himself was not at all what I expected. He is a short man with a Poirot moustache and (last night, anyway) a white suit; his voice must be a dozen times larger than his body. He sang a duet with a woman that might as well have been chosen for contrast as well as her talent; she was a tall, thin, gothic-elf supermodel of a young woman with spikey white hair and a black mesh dress.
Opening acts can be risky, but the entire show was excellent. All the acts fit in with that whole "art-punk-burlesque/neo-vaudeville/cabaret/carnival/circus music that people who listen to Tom Waits, Nick Cave, and klezmer would probably like" thing. (The Dresden Dolls and World/Inferno Friendship Society were missing from the lineup -- this time, anyway.)
( Other bands: )
The crowd was understandably diverse; I will sum it up by saying that when people danced, some were doing the industrial stomp, some the Jitterbug, some the hora; others were skankin'.
Last night I went to a show at the Middle East Upstairs in Cambridge, primarily to see Reverend Glasseye, a band I have been aware of for a couple of years but whom, until last night, my schedule did not ever permit seeing. I am pleased to report they were wicked cool, although the Rev. himself was not at all what I expected. He is a short man with a Poirot moustache and (last night, anyway) a white suit; his voice must be a dozen times larger than his body. He sang a duet with a woman that might as well have been chosen for contrast as well as her talent; she was a tall, thin, gothic-elf supermodel of a young woman with spikey white hair and a black mesh dress.
Opening acts can be risky, but the entire show was excellent. All the acts fit in with that whole "art-punk-burlesque/neo-vaudeville/cabaret/carnival/circus music that people who listen to Tom Waits, Nick Cave, and klezmer would probably like" thing. (The Dresden Dolls and World/Inferno Friendship Society were missing from the lineup -- this time, anyway.)
( Other bands: )
The crowd was understandably diverse; I will sum it up by saying that when people danced, some were doing the industrial stomp, some the Jitterbug, some the hora; others were skankin'.
