Showing posts with label ZIGGY STARDUST. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ZIGGY STARDUST. Show all posts

Monday, October 4, 2021

SHAKE YER GROOVE THING

oh the 70's...what a deliciously self indulgent decade it was...fer many
 it was all about...roller disco's...disco balls and 8 balls!

however...fer many though...it was about their very high intolerance at family picnics with yer aunt Orlean's lime jell-o with mixed veggies topped  
with mayonnaise and the equally very high libido while try'na find the best visual stimulation's fer their personal fornicational fantasies...the tintinnabulation bells rang out in my head like a sexually frustrated tabernacle choir durin' my tenderly supple pre teen years cause'n much needed relief in my briefs so my granimals weren't filled with goo when my poly flairs...flared up more than some massage therapists eczema
thanx to Orioles baseball pitcher JIM PALMER who i discovered look'n past the vomitous JANE RUSSELL cross my heart bra ads in those thick JC Penny catalogs Joan used to get in the mail when he was the underwear daddy spokesmodel of JOCKEY unmentionables...which without the proper train'n and use of spermicidal jams and jellies...gave a whole new mean'n to the word "carpet burns" that is until you learned of the many mysteries of mayonnaise but that wouldn't happen fer another 10 years

so let's take a long look back at who was hot that made them trot back
then in tonite's episode of masturbatory theater: 70's edition

the easiest go-to to get-off and get to count'n those sheep...was of course
the impeccably delectably original throat plunger...the long dong teeter-totter sidewinder of them all mr. JOHN HOLMES who gave you more than enough bang fer yer buck with his alleged 3rd leg measure'n in at roughly 13 1/2 inches make'n many closet cases hitchhike'n to heaven on those cold lonely nites

outside of JOHNY's dearly departed throat plunger...let's look back at some of the other hotties from the heydays of hedonistic pleasures
to make you bake yer batter in the boudoir...too young to join his older brothers in the super group of the 70's "THE BEE GEES" ANDY GIBB would find fame and fortune break'n out on his own with hits like "I JUST WANT TO BE YOUR EVERYTING" and "SHADOW DANCING" and made many bell bottomed boys wanna go down under this aussie's bvd's and run their fingers thru his flaxen feathered hair
known simply as the man of steel durin' the 70's...CHRISTOPHER REEVES jumped to new heights in a single bound in the movie "SUPERMAN" cause'n many kids in their khaki's to go crazy when he appeared on screen saran wrapped in those famously tight red jockeys leave'n almost nothing to the imagination
with hollyweird hits like "DELIVERANCE" and "SMOKEY AND THE BANDIT" under his belt durin' the 1970's...BURT REYNOLDS was the talk of tinsel town legends...however his titillation spread in COSMOPOLITAN magazine in 1972 made him the "daddy" that almost delivered it all
start'n out as a simple carpenter HARRISON FORD would go on to be the 7th highest gross'n mega star of all time make'n 9 billion plus in sales world wide with his films but will always be best known as the swash buckle'n smuggler of the millennium falcon who "made the kessel run in less than 12 parsecs" in the mega space soap opera of all time "STAR WARS" that had many in the 70s begg'n to be smuggled aboard his falcon by HAN himself 
become'n an international icon at just 26 years old was no small feet however MARK HAMILL would manage to whip up a frenzy whipp'n out his lightsaber across the galaxy fer the next 40 years thanx to the role as teenage spank wanker LUKE SKYWALKER in the space epic known as "STAR WARS" and there was no shortage of tulip sniffers both young and not so young thru-out the galaxy in 1977 that wanted a taste of his lightsaber
already roll'n into his "daddy" status by the time the 70's hit...CLINT EASTWOOD's lead role as San Fran's police inspector "dirty" Harry Callahan in the action packed thriller "DIRTY HARRY" (which would later regurgitate into 4 more fer the franchise) and then played an escapee in the true life thriller "ESCAPE FROM ALCATRAZ" that most could practically smell his masculinity permeate'n from the screen and lemme just say...CLINT turned many a wood from east to north that decade and made many "mary's" desperate fer any "dirty harry" to try and escape from their "alcatraz" before bed time
BUTT that ain't all...

musicians and movie stars weren't the only ones make'n men splatter 
their baby batter all over their macramé plant holder above their bed...insert american spanish omlet ERIK ESTRADA who was voted as one of the 10 sexiest bachelors of 1979 by PEOPLE magazine thanx to his role as hot to trot highway cop FRANK PONCHARELLO in the crime drama "CHIPS" and trust me when i say...let the "CHIPS" fall where i lay
not to be overshadowed in a family consist'n of 3 half maxi pads while bein' the middle child of 3 brothers and a schizophrenic maid...curly cued raven locked teenaged hottie PETER BRADY from the 70's campy classic comedy series "THE BRADY BUNCH" was played by the adorably crushable CHRISTOPHER KNIGHT who had all the looks...the luck and a lot to fill out his plaid pants 
fuck those saccharinated double mint blonde bitches on bikes hawk'n that shitty stale tin foiled treat...the ONLY (non) twins you wanted to double yer pleasure with in the late 70's was with those probationary moonshine'n close calescent cousins BO and LUKE DUKE down in hazzard county on the popular series "DUKES OF HAZZARD" (and boy...did they put a hitch in my giddy-up every friday nite when it was time to count sheep)
though not all head turners and trouser tighteners hadda have a chest full of hair and impeccably placed pecs...some salami smackers wanted a psychologically colorful high heeled hottie to turn on their nether regions at nite...christened ZIGGY STARDUST in '71 on the 5th release of his studio album DAVID BOWIE would gender fuck his way thru the music world fer roughly 3 years end'n his creation with the release of the motion picture "ZIGGY STARDUST AND THE SPIDERS FROM MARS"

there u have it…my top 10 inchers fer those pocket pinchers of the 1970s
now if you wood...excuse me while i huff and puff and blow someone else's house down fer some pocket change so puhleez 
GET OFF MY DRESS!

Monday, December 26, 2016

one more for the road

i'm sorry to say...but fuck it...i'm gonna say it...2016 was not a good year

but just as bad was the fact that Grimmy decided to clean house...royally!
by bein' an absolute asshole this year & steal'n the GEN X'ers musical royalty right out from under us that defined our generation!
first up...you blind sided us with a right hook by take'n our 2 toned eyed starman
then...as if yer appetite wasn't satisfied enough...you pulled a left hook and hadda take our very own lil Purple Paisley Man 

months would pass til you decided to give us a good bitch slap...with PETE BURNS from

and just when i thought he had enough and would adjourn to his coffin fer the year...since the year was just about up...he decided to steal one more of our greatest gifts and thee best A double snake shakers of our generation...by robb'n us of the great GEORGE MICHAEL on xmas
thanx alot asshole!...GEORGE was my secret high school hard on that i almost got a ride from on his bus at the St Paul Civic Center in 1988 on his "FAITH TOUR" after leave'n his equally fantastic band WHAM!...true story

but with the impend'n doom and gloom fer the new year we shall all reap
Mr. Reaper...though he may be music to the GOP & deplorables minds...he is not a musical genius in ANY respect...well...cuz he has no respect fer anyone but himself...may i suggest that we receive just ONE MORE visit from you before the clock strikes 12 on new years eve?
and if yer feel'n a lil more generous and wanna clean out his cabinet...i won't object!

now get off my dress!

Monday, March 21, 2016

MAC ATTACK!

i'm sure the universe knows the importance of the MAC...
in our current cultural history...take fer instance...that sappy nursery rhyme sing-a-long song about Old Mac Donald who had a farm...loved by millions of little kittens around the globe...til they find out why he "had a farm"...it's cuz the damn bank repossessed the land fer default'n on his loan after Old Miss Donald burnt the damn barn to the ground one nite after catch'n him fornicate'n with the farm animals

then there's MAC-n-cheese...a simple yet a very much deserved delicacy
fer all those burned out biology majors and majorettes cramp'n til the wee hours of the morn'n...only to realize after 4 years of hard studies...their useless degree ends up just as some pretty useless plaque on their studio apartment wall cuz they'll end up doin hard labor at the damn factory itself

of course no conscious queen would be complete in the burn'n spotlight...
without the schlack of MAC cosmetics molest'n their mugshot...dime store queens in train'n heels take notice...you can save yer hard earned tips spend'n hours layer'n on yer maybelline but you still end up look'n like some washed out water colored crack wreck on stage

so thanx to my magically delicious friend and mayor of desperadoville...
Timbellina...fer generously give'n me tickets that both he & i could afford (well cuz they were free) not to one but both nites and introduce'n me to thee biggest MAC surprise of them all...(well since that MAC i met last weekend...but no worries kittens...i failed my EPT test...so save that 3 layered diaper cake...fer now)...the self described Elizabethan fool and collagist known as TAYLOR MAC at the Guthrie theater this past weekend in Minneapolis
my crazy kween of the kitty litter...Poonanie...came with the 2nd nite...and we were over the moon with Timbellina's "over the moon" martini's...we both ended up turn'n into a puddle before the clock struck 12...and not only did me and the Poon loose her glass slipper...she lost her mind...along with her liver on the dance floor...but today isn't about her...
now...where was i?...oh yes...
described as a cross between Tiny Tim and Ziggy Stardust by wikipedia
i would best describe TAYLOR MAC as the bastard child party monster performance anti establishmentally brilliant arteest of Leigh Bowery and Nina Hagen
either case...TAYLOR MAC hypothetically blew me away with his incestuously operatic voice...his look and of course his heels...that i'da killed for in a fuchsia or obersheen...but he was soo soo much more than that...his show "A 24 DECADE HISTORY OF POPULAR MUSIC: THE 20TH CENTURY ABRIDGED" consisted of songs thru-out history and the story behind them
as a playwright/singer/songwriter/actor/performance artist/director/producer and all around downtown legend in the BIG APPLE...TAYLOR MAC has toured the globe from the Lincoln Center to the Sydney Opera House and everywhere in between 
though he apparently pissed off Mr. & Mrs. Colostomy bag sitt'n in front of me on the 1st nite...cuz after his open'n speech about how we...as the pay'n audience (or non pay'n audience member in my case...well only cuz i'm thee unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of my own universe) could dispense with the grandular applause fer the 1% who made this theater production possible...they decided it wasn't worth leave'n their limed jell-o heaven on the communal table tray after all and decided to enjoy their metamucil martini and Matlock marathon back at their palatial raisin ranch of piss stains and parade of swarovski tchotchkee's

though the show came to a close this past weekend in Minneapolis...
you still have a chance to catch TAYLOR MAC by gett'n tickets 
before he embarks on his most ambitious project to date..."A 24 DECADE OF POPULAR MUSIC" a 24 hour long concert spann'n 240 years in music...which is in the works fer later this october in the BIG APPLE...you'd be an absolute fool not to go...seriously

oh...and on top of ALL of that...he's one hot MAC outta his MAC...
that i wouldn't have a prob mac'n on...if he'd ask...and of course if i wasn't busy

now get off my dress!