By Keegan Hamilton
By Albert Samaha
By Village Voice staff
By Tessa Stuart
By Albert Samaha
By Steve Weinstein
By Devon Maloney
By Tessa Stuart
The "Walentine's day" party thrown by Swiss Ms. Susanne Bartsch at China Club was a welcome step toward bringing back the circusy, freaky joy of old-time clubbing, right down to the straight guy break-dancing with underwear on his head. Adding even more surrealness, someone at the bash told me that cult actress Karen Black will sing "Spooky" at the upcoming Dusty Springfield tribute at Joe's Pub. That couldn't have happened under Giuliani.
A couple of blocks away, the WWF joint has given way to the World, where you wrestle down some pure dance fun courtesy of DJ gods like Danny Tenaglia. But it was a "last hurrah" that resulted in the shadiest recent invitea phone message saying, "The Limelight's opening its doors for the last time," without any mention of the fact that the former church is changing hands and will reopen in the fall! Oh, and if you kept listening, "You're on the guest list plus two" meant "You'll pay half price." Well, honey, I paid zeroprice and stayed home with my sticky, blood-splattered memory book. (By the way, now that it's official that Macaulay Culkinand Seth Greenwill star in the movie about killer clubbie Michael Alig, can I remind you that reports about that casting started here when I was a club kid? And in '98, Alig told me, "The first thing I'll teach Macaulay is how to kiss.")
Meanwhile, closing-sale patron Winona Ryderclearly has memories of better times spent inthe limelight. Interviewed pre-shoplifting for an upcoming WE network doc called It Girls, Winnie admitted, "I was It, like 15 years ago when I did Beetlejuice. Whatever an It Girl is, it's not me!" Decreasing fameain't it a bitch.
That Dell commercial slacker is more of an It Boy than ever, but corporate execs must have gagged over all the gay-oriented panting about him. (Don't look at me.) In the newest commercial, the geek suddenly has a very visible girlfriend. Dude, you're gettin' Adele?
Revlon has just plucked the tune "Flawless" for a commercial, and you're on the guest list plus two to hear how it got there. In '99, the Onesa gay trio consisting of downtown divas Nashom(a/k/a Mona Foot), Paul Alexander, and JoJo Americorecorded the song, hoping to get it into the ditsy drag movie of the same name. The tune didn't make it, but once it was flawlessly remixed, it clicked, recently climbing to No. 7 on the British charts and getting the guys on Top of the Pops. "We'd given up on the song," Nashom told me, thrilled, as he unpacked from France and repacked for Portugal. Big dealI'm huge in parts of Times Square.
And so is Dame Edna's latest competitor, Bea Arthurmoving right alongwho told me for Out that she once thought of having a lesbo affair, but nixed it. (And that answers that question.) For the same mag, plug-plug, I raised a plucked eyebrow to Janeane Garofalo about her publicized dalliance with Craig Bierko. "Who wouldn'tthink I'd be the beard to Craig?" she responded. "If you think he's gay, well everyone thinks I'mgay. But we're both straight, though we read very gay." Craig's so secure, Janeane added, that "he refers to himself in the female all the time. 'This little lady's got to go home. She's exhausted.' "
This little bitch ran to Dawson's Creek's 100th-episode celebration at the Museum of Television and Radio, where there were enough teen idols running around to cement my delusion that I'm still a young girl. (Does that read gay?) Cute Katie Holmes laughed and said, "It feels like 100 years," though she quickly amended that to "It's been so amazing. I can't believe it's already 100." James Van Der Beekwas thrilled, too, though he conceded, "I think our show is the least ethnically diverse show on TV. We've failed in that area." (And that includes The Sopranos.) It's sexually diverse, though, and James knows about that, having shot a gay-filled thread of Todd Solondz's Storytelling. Alas, that whole plotline was axed. Why? "Ask Todd," he told me, "though he wrote me a really nice letter."
Now, please don't send hate mail as I shockingly reveal that I'm a slave 4 the unwitting camp appeal of the Britney Spearsmovie, Crossroads. I saw it (that young girl thing again) with a paying audience of people with braces and one pervy old man, all of whom were hooting in derision by the end of it. But why has no critic mentioned that this is the very same movie as Mariah Carey's flop, Glitter? In both flicks, a titty girl has two sassy best friendsone black, one notwho end up singing backup for her; she falls for a musician with some kind of dark secret, who writes a song as a love offering and helps propel her career; and she searches for her mama, who (wisely) abandoned her when she was a tot. But Crossroadsactually might have the edge because itslead tramp is a valedictorian!
The original Britney, Nancy Sinatra, is a goddess to me, not because she's Frank's daughterthough that does add a certain lusterbut because her mod-chick fashion sense and surly hits like "These Boots Are Made for Walking" helped transform my sad, little life for years (even when I was male). But don't feed any of this to Nancy girl. Last week, I told the '60s diva how excited I am about her upcoming record and Bottom Line gig. "Don't they seem unimportant in the scheme of things?" she shot back, unimpressed. "But you're important!" I shrieked, apoplectic. "I don't know how to judge that," she said. "If it's by record sales, then it's not true."