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Liberatore adds that since the show ran, countless straight rocker boys have asked him where that pub is, anxious to tie one on at the Boss's old haunt. "They'll get an eyeful when they spot two men kissing at the bar," he wrote. "I hope the Today show's insurance policy will cover the stitches required when someone smashes a pool cue over [a patron's] head."
What's more, another Asbury Park nightspot, Club Paradise, wasn't mentioned at all in the Today piece, and owner Shep Pettiboneyeah, the Madonna guyis going borderline. He wrote a letter to the same paper saying how devastated he was by the oversight. But Pettibone seems guilty of the same sin of omission, never mentioning in his letter that the Paradise is gay-gay-gay! Oh, well, sugar. Tramps like usbaby we were born to run the truth.
Meanwhile, you Today people, gay clubs are thriving in our own revitalized burg, so maybe you should send someone over with a camera and some poppers-repellent. As sure as "muscle bear" is the kookiest new contradiction in town, GayCollegeParty Saturdays at Heaven (with the lovely mascot, Alexandria) continue to rock my timeless aesthetic. The smash event, thrown by Tony Gambino and Allan Piekis, brings out a fresh-faced assortment of homo homies, guys unconvincingly dragging girlfriends along, young 'uns who'd be club kids if there still were club kids, and one person who already finished college. (You're looking at him.) Last time around, a dozen hotties waited in the wings to bump and grind it in the scheduled strip contest, but alas, by the time the drag show ended, they were gone, leaving only three forlorn-looking gnomes with their pants down. The winner was the one who doused himself with water, Flashdance-style, as MC Miss Anthony Lamont said, "I feel like I'm at a baby shower!"
The gnomes had robes on at the Lord of the Rings event by the Central Park Lake, where a well-orchestrated armada of costumed ghouls in boats wielded DVDs of the movie as I stood in merch-ready awe, until a stunning display of green lasers almost gave me a seizure. The lead ghoul then crawled ashore to pose with an executive from New Lineyes, this was all a photo op, not a mass muggingand the whole gang went inside the Boathouse to watch exclusive footage from the unfortunately titled sequel, Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. (It looks like even more of an elaborate QVC program than the original.) At the bash, broomless Hilda Caroline Rhea confessed to me that she's never seen Rings:"I'm here to get the DVD." Well, I was there for my own gift packagea chance to meet John Rhys-Davies, who plays Rings' dwarf, Gimli, and who's actually about 5 foot 10. "I spent most of the movie on my knees," he explained, "or in trenches, or in the background so far away. I spent 30 years trying to become a recognizable face, and then I become known for a silicone prosthetic. My career's over!" he shrieked, sardonically. "Now the only roles I can play are dwarves with a strap-on dick in German porno films!" Hmm, make that three towers.
I strapped on my really big bib for the party at Rocco DiSpirito's Union Pacific restaurant for Mostly Martha, an epicurean epic about a neurotic chef with serious managerial problems. (No, it's not that Martha). With marinated fish hanging out of my mouth, I asked writer-director Sandra Nettelbeck if she thinks her flick will find an audience. "You never know," she said. "It's a German movie. That's a turnoff right there. German films are not the most entertaining films to watch." I guess she's never seen the porno one with the dwarf.
As sure as Tweet isn't working on a Halloween album called Trick or Tweet, the new Apollo show Harlem Songan even better choice than Asbury Park Songis very PBS special meets Radio City Christmas show, but with affection, dignity, and flashes of George C. Wolfe's customary artistry. The whole thing is such a blatant commercial for Harlem that you think, "I really should go there," before realizing you are there. It's so self-referential and self-reverential, it even includes a scene at the world-famous Apollo Theater! But, though it's wildly uneven, there's no faulting the revue's loving spiritand sassy, bourbon-voiced B.J. Crosby steals it as if it were a Saks Fifth Avenue dress. On opening night, Rosie Perez told me that though she's never lived in Harlem, "I've dated guys that lived in Harlem. I've had my own Harlem song!" Any romance in her life now? "Semi," she said, cryptically. Gee, her semi would go well with my colon.