By Jared Chausow
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By Albert Samaha
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By Jon Campbell
By Jon Campbell
By Albert Samaha
Alas, the opening night of Chaos's new incarnation on East Houston was from hunger, and not just because free food was not on the guest list. I smelled trouble on RSVP-ing, when they gleefully repeated my name as Michael Mesto. Come showtime, it didn't matter if my name was Heidi Klum; the club had been so overly invaded by trendies that no one else was being admitted, and as new throngs of trendies pushed angrily toward the entrance, the bouncers were yelling, "You can't stand here! I need this sidewalk!" So you couldn't go in and you couldn't wait outside? But you could taxi to the nearest computer and type in a nasty column mention.
You were admitted and even fed at the Tumbleweeds premiere party at Osteria del Circo, but everyone was gushing so much over Janet McTeer's performance as a magnet for abusive boyfriends that I might as well have been Michael Mesto. McTeer turned out to be refreshingly humble, admitting that she landed the Farrah Fawcett?y part not because of her powerhouse performance in Broadway's A Doll's House,but as a result of a tough-talking appearance on fuckin' Charlie Rose. "Where would I be if I hadn't done Charlie Rose?" McTeer intoned to me, grandly. "I'd be playing a tune in Central Park or begging on the corner of 57th Street!" No, you can't stand there, sweetie! I need that sidewalk!
Osteria trotted out yet one more comp dinner when it feted Liberty Heights, Barry Levinson's Wonder Years?like peek back at pre?John Waters Baltimore. In between gorging, I asked Sam Champion about Dame Edna Everage's mention of him in her Broadway show. (To audience squeals, Edna says that her très gay son Kenny went wild when he first spotted Champion on the air). Champion told me that Barry Humphries, who plays Edna, had informed him in advance of the reference, to which the weatherman said, "I'm flattered ...I guess." By the way, I was flattered, I guess, when Humphries's charming real-life son Oscar Humphries-who's stringing for the Observer-asked me for advice on how to work the room at the Tumbleweeds party!
My massive wisdom was called upon once again as a judge for the House of Xavier's Glam Slam at the Nuyorican Poets Café-one of the few real-deal places left amidst the chichi bistros of Alphabetland (none of which have invited me for free food). The event brought out bilious blabbers and compulsive talkers who tongue-lashed it out in categories like Best Slam Performance in Sickening High-Heel Stilettos and Best Verbal Vogue in Glamorous Evening Wear. They were the bomb, unleashing torrents of invective against racial and sexual stereotyping in ways that were extremely cute, even when they verged on the heavy-handed. (You know, "Don't judge me!") The talent was heads above the previous poets I'd been exposed to-Jewel, Suzanne Somers, and Mr. Hallmark-though fits of straight-bashing were weirdly dotted throughout the impassioned cries for tolerance. The raspy-voiced MC, Diva Xavier, kept decrying heteros as crude and completely out of it (if, of course, sexually desirable). But other than that, Diva was on fire, giving us, in the course of his pert patter, a myriad of sexual definitions ("Bottom loves it, top gives it") and on-the-spot translations ("Tasty-meaning very of the moment, going with the flow, feeling very that").
The tastiest entrants came with the erotic category, for which hordes lined up to recite perverse verse in their Calvins and Victorias. The guy who rhymed Hershey highway with "bi way" lost to the even saucier young lady who declared, "Lick my cunt right now/Light my blunt right now." Best of all was guest performer Aileen Cho, who-in a confessional about guys who treat her genitals like takeout chow mein-railed, "Pussy too big/Dick too small/Calls me Yoko/Wants it all!" At the peak moment, house father Emanuel Xavier gave birth to his new book-pussy too big-which was pulled out of a swelling under his shirt by his boyfriend. The stunt was not only tasty and the bomb, it was downright poetic and very that.