FEAST: ITALY There are 22 Caravaggio paintings in southern mainland Italy, and we were determined to feast our eyes on every last one of them this past May. (We got up all the way up to 21: one was on loan to the Dallas Museum of Art.) As important: We would eat and drink a wide path to each painting, leaving no plate unlicked in that famously delicious part of the world. Here are some highlights.
"Expect glitter, expect Twitter (don't expect Twitter), expect foul language and talking about dicks, expect body dysmorphia, but like in the opposite direction. The greatest expectation, however, should be all-killer-no-filler face-melting community building," says Greg Der Ananian, lead singer of energetic homo-punk band Zbörnak, of the group's two appearances this week.
Opening Sat/20 for !!! and Jello Biafra in the SF Eagle's outdoor lot (5pm, $20, 12th Street and Harrison, SF; www.sf-eagle.com), and kicking things off 11am, Sun/21 on main stage of Folsom Street Fair (10th Street and Howard, SF; www.folsomstreetfair.com), the fearsome foursome will surely launch into recent, too-catchy hit "Dikpix" while letting the Golden Girls references fly.
I talked to the lively Der Ananian about Zbörnak's deal.
Picture it: the Marina, 2000, a club called Trap Door playing goofy throwback hip-hop, shirty dudes and "woo" girls playing the heter-mating game with hetero-abando.
In strut a gaggle of rough and ready queers, me included, part of Guerrilla Queer Bar, to shake things up and sprinkle a little unicorn rainbow dust (and wig hair) on the proceedings. Web 1.0 was in full effect, queers were losing their spaces, and so we wanted to "take it back" by invading "straight" neighborhoods and wreaking a little lavender havoc -- you know, to even things out and have fun. It was kind of the original flashmob, spread only by the limited social media of the time (i.e. email listservs).
SUPER EGO/SEX ISSUE "My dilemma is that I have to perform at Symphony Hall smack in the middle of Folsom Street Fair," cosmically talented and fantastically flamboyant organist Cameron Carpenter told me over the phone from Berlin. "Now, I could show up drunk and a bit roughed up to perform, or I could sneak out right after my part is done. Neither seem quite optimal. Let's just say I will make an appearance of some sort."Read more »
Folsom Street Fair is coming hard upon us -- don't be left hanging upside down without a solid party plan. The following picks will help you whip your way through the lame into the hard, dark, wet embrace of excellent nightlife.
First our video spirit guide: This excellent short film shot by Leo Herrera and Aron Kantor of last year's fair - from cameras mounted on their leather puppy masks.
UPDATE:Sister Roma just posted this to her Facebook page:
"BREAKING: FACEBOOK AGREES TO FACE-TO-FACE MEETING. DEMONSTRATION CANCELED (for now)
Just got off the phone with Supervisor David Campos and representatives from Facebook. They have agreed to meet with us and members of the community for an open dialogue regarding their legal name policy. After the conversation I am more hopeful than ever that we can reach a solution. We're working together to make change and I thank all of you for your support!"
SUPER EGO Just like the Bible says, "We're all born naked; the rest is drag." Everyone's a drag queen of some sort or other, for good or ill, and since 1995 the incredible annual Faux Queen Pageant has been proving that sometimes the best drag queens of all are women.Read more »
To call seminal SF perfomer and alpha theater aficionado Arturo Galster merely a "drag queen" is to do his range -- from the legendary Vegas in Space movie and pitch-perfect live-sung Pasty Cline interpretations to his recent technicolor turns with the Thrillpeddlers -- a disservice. But his name will always call to mind that moment in the late '80s and early '90s when SF's drag scene unmoored itself from polite old school diva kabuki into a squall of gloriously punky, ironic camp.