alas and alack (1915)

[raybear]

For those who just tuned in, the userpic you see associated with this entry is not me. It's of Steve Stark. I am Steve Stark in theory. But I'm not the original Steve Stark. The picture is not of the original Steve Stark. The userpic is of the actor Michael Hitchcock who plays the pharmacist named Steve Stark in Waiting for Guffman. He actually named his character after a real Steve Stark who was a high school friend. I don't know that Steve Stark. All I know is that this picture is a film still from the exact moment when he says "And there's only one other person who can do that, and that's Miss Barbra Streisand!" I don't generally look like Michael Hitchcock, but in that moment, I sometimes look like him when I get all geeked and bugged out. I also love Barbra Streisand. Which is rare among people under the age of 30, even in gay men. But unlike most fag fans, I don't feel especially compelled to defend her. I love her too much to even have to put forth an effort in explaining her to others -- nothing can detract me. It's an ancient love that pre-dates most memories. I can't explain it either. But it's not like I go home everyday and listen to "Back to Broadway" and watch Nuts. It's more of a background constant that needs no nourishment and an occasional guilty pleasure. But anyway, I just wanted to clarify that picture. For those who haven't seen me in person.

It's barely 11 pm and I feel like it's the middle of the night because I'm so tired. I had a successful time at the volunteer party, and I actually got a little bit reinspired by my workplace. One of the attorneys told this story that almost made me get teary-eyed, and I even knew how the story was going to end. It's also a testament to her great skills as a storyteller. But anyway, yeah, I need to get re-energized some and stick with things a bit more. Financially speaking, I'm not ready to break free. I sometimes get the impression they know I'm considering leaving, and they're trying to hold on to me and woo me back. But maybe not.

I got an e-mail with an offer for a small DJ gig next Saturday night. Well, it's a big event, but a small slot (an hour). I think I might take it. Especially if it pays. Maybe even if it doesn't, since I was thinking of going to the event anyway to see the Kings perform. So if I get free admission, a chance to show my skills and pass my card, as well as the addition to the resume, it's probably worth the hour of my time and carrying my bag to the event. Besides, those lesbians need some good dance music. Perhaps that's my mission in life -- to bring great dance music to dykes.

MelRo is already asleep and I will now join her.

Comments

we've got nothing to be guilty of our love will climb any mountain...

[angeltrouble.livejournal.com]

i <3 babs! fabulous voice. i love enough is enough w/ donna summer. talk about DIVA overload. i know what you mean about people under 30 not appreciating her. i've noticed people in that age bracket [if they have good taste] often prefer liza minelli. who is equally as fab, but doesn't have the NAILS of babs, who were like a WHOLE character in the prince of tides [which she was robbed at the oscars for!]

mission impossible?

[ridleymae.livejournal.com]

i think that's a great mission, ray. now, my part should be to bring better dance moves to dykes. i mean it doesn't matter if the music is good if they are still doing that bad butch dance with a corona in one hand and smoke in the other ;)

rids

next weekend's event

[freakysparks.livejournal.com]

Be there or be square, my friend.