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The Glory is excited to announce its first ever ‘GLORY GALA’ in the
beautifully restored Art Deco ballroom of Stoke Newington Town Hall on Friday
7th July
Following on from the amazing success of LIPSYNC1000, Jonny Woo will stage a
re-enactment of the award-winning 1972 TV special Liza with a Z. Featuring
25 of the LIPSYNC1000 stars and some extra special guests, hosted by The
Glory’s own John Sizzle, Liza Minnelli is getting a 21st Century makeover!
Alongside the ‘Liza’ centrepiece, The Glory Gala brings our favourite DJs and a
selection of the new Drag King Stars from this year’s season of MAN UP! who
will be showcased in the 'Glory Gentlemen’s Club"
The Glory Gala heralds our first celebration of Pride in London with a showcase
of everything you love about The Glory. Spectacular, riotous, joyous
cross-dressed party carnage. And with over 25 Liza Minnellis on show, what
isn’t there to love?
/ Freida Slaves: one of the many facsimiles of Liza Minnelli! /
The Glory’s Pride 2017 Gala at Stoke
Newington Town Hall on 7 July was a truly glorious freaking tour de force! Or as my boyfriend Pal
put it: amazing with a Z!
The evening incorporated a painstaking and
imaginative recreation of Liza Minnelli’s 1972 TV special Liza with a Zmusical number-by-musical number live onstage. Think of it as a night of 1001
Lizas: the huge cast (including Jonny Woo, Jayde Adams and La JohnJoseph) incorporated a disparate crew of multiple Minnellis of all
genders and ethnicities, many of whom sporting luxuriant facial hair. (All of the
surrounding wig emporiums from Dalston to Peckham must have sold out of short,
perky Liza Minnelli-style pixie Dynel wigs).
/ Friend of Dorothy: effervescent emcee John Sizzle channeling Liza. Or is that mama Judy? /
While I treasure Minnelli as a kitsch
figure of fun (she personifies pill-popping Valley of the Dolls-style
smiling-through-your-tears glitzy old-school show biz corniness), I also mainly
know her for her dysfunctional hot mess years: terrible films like Rent-a-Cop (1988)
and Stepping Out (1991), her highly publicised stints in rehab, her mortifying short-lived marriage to the repellent David Gest and that befuddled, heavily-medicated episode where she hawked her own line of clothes on the Home Shopping Network. This night was a good reminder that in her seventies prime
(around the time of Cabaret (1972) and when she was rubbing shoulders with the Warhol
crowd at Studio 54 clad in head-to-toe Halston), Minnelli was a vivid, original and credible performer.
(It’s got to be said, though: Pal and I watched Minnelli’s 1972 TV special in
bed on the iPad the night after. In some cases, The Glory’s performers improved
on the original!).
/ Above: Liza Minnelli Polaroid by Andy Warhol. Let's remember her this way /
/ Above: Jonny Woo and co recreating the "Ring Them Bells" musical number /
And – judging by the enthusiastic and
diverse crowd’s hunger for jazz hands, sequins and tremulous emoting - Minnelli’s
enduring status as a cherished gay icon is clearly unassailable. Anyway, everyone
was great. Or “terrific” as Minnelli herself would say. Pal (who has a dance
background) is ultra-critical of other dancers and even he said he was dazzled
by how they’d nailed the slinkily sinuous Bob Fosse choreography.
Much as I loved Freida Slave’s
interpretation of “Bye Bye Blackbird” (above) my highlight was the finale (which most
definitely had nothing to do with the original Liza with a Z!): an anguished John
Sizzle in a ratty fright wig, hospital gown and wheelchair seemingly in throes
of a nervous breakdown and en route to rehab, tormented by dancers in David Gest
wigs to a soundtrack of Liza belting out the 1989 Pet Shop Boys-produced synth-pop version of “Losing My Mind.”
/ Liza Minnelli in hell: John Sizzle tormented by the David Gest dancers. (These two pics swiped from Hackney Pride 365 Facebook page. Photos by Georgi Banks-Davies) /
I didn’t catch his
name, but I also loved the queen with the tinsel wig and glitter-dusted
mustache who performed a berserk lip-synch to the title song “Liza with a Z”
in which Minnelli works herself up into an increasingly foaming-at-the-mouth
frenzy explaining how to spell and pronounce her name. (When I was posting
photos on my phone onto Facebook, auto-correct kept changing “Liza” to “Lisa”
and I thought, “That’s exactly what Liza was protesting about!”). I don’t have
any footage of him, but here is the original.
The aftermath: afterwards, drunk, we did precisely what Liza Minnelli herself would have done - rampaged through the streets of Stoke Newington on the hunt for fried chicken.
/ Above: Chris, Pal and I /
/ Louise, Chris and Pal /
/ Louise, Chris and Pal /
/ Me, Louise and Chris /
/ Chris and I, recreating that old Mickey Hargitay / Jayne Mansfield party trick /
/ I think I'll just leave this historic queer encounter here: John Waters and Liza Minnelli /
/ In closing: Liza Minnelli jumping (belatedly) on the disco bandwagon and absolutely slaughtering Donna Summer's "Bad Girls" in 1980 /
"The Horse Hospital is proud to present an installation of
rare photographs, brochures and related documents from the notorious Club 82,
an outrageous drag club that operated exclusively in New York East Village from
1953 until the mid 1970s. The basement club was home to a host of famous female
impersonators and gained a reputation for vivid and extravagant live shows,
celebrity clientele and raucous soirees.
Before the Stonewall riots of 1969, openly gay bars and
clubs were illegal. Club 82, like many other “gay” establishments of the time
who sought impunity from the authorities, was reportedly owned and operated by
the mafia. Slipping through the grasp of the law, the club’s popularity grew
with both heterosexual and gay clientele.
As Club 82 flourished, the USA’s top female impersonators
flocked to the club in search of employment, some holding jobs there for
decades. The Revue – the clubs in-house stage show – was directed by Kitt
Russell, a US Navy veteran revered as “America’s top femme mimic”. Their
live-shows were complex and labour intensive productions combining innovative
stagecraft, scored music, and complex choreographies. They were known for their
dazzling costume design and high production values – one theatre programme
stating: “The skillful design of our underwater scenes is the work of
Terry Lane. They are all quite beautiful, but actually it would have been much
less expensive to flood the club.”
However the burgeoning LGBT rights movement of the 1970’s
would see laws and public opinion change, consequently elicit drag clubs like
Club 82 either closed their doors or adapted into more conventional venues. By
1974 the New York Dolls, and other Punk bands had played there in an effort to
keep its doors open, but sadly it remained a relic of a different time, and in
the end nothing could save it. This exhibition uncovers an important and little
known chapter of queer culture and history in New York at that time."
I went to the opening vernissage of the Club 82 exhibit at London's Horse Hospital on 14 July 2017. (Sadly, by the time I post this the exhibit
will have closed – it finishes on 5 August. Sorry! )
It offers a fascinating queer social history of the “lost world” of the famous
New York drag club, which from 1953 until the early seventies was the reigning
“unique nite spot” for “late nite rendez-vous” and “late nite
diversion-seekers!” In the realm of Club 82 the performers were called things
like “femme impersonators” or “femme mimics” rather than drag queens. The trend
for these old-school fifties queens was to be lady-like and ultra femme, with
the main aim of convincingly “passing” via bouffant wigs, sequinned cocktail
sheaths or showgirl outfits. Later in the sixties and early seventies the
Warhol drag superstars, the Cockettes and then Divine would well and truly rip
up that template for something punkier and freakier – but it’s a sweetly
nostalgic pre-Stonewall image to re-visit and appreciate. (Club 82 also boasted
tuxedoed waiters and bartenders with Brylcreemed hair – who were in fact butch
drag kings). Interestingly, from what I can gather Club 82’s clientele was
mixed. In those days straight people liked to prove how cosmopolitan and daring
they were by visiting taboo, exotic and “forbidden” clubs like this for a taste
of La Dolce Vita decadence!
/ I'm assuming Kim August was Club 82's pouty and sultry blonde Brigitte Bardot or Jayne Mansfield equivalent /
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