Tuesday, May 31, 2011

WAIT! One more before the season ends...

Yes, it's still technically ski season here in the 'Rado.

The ridiculousness in video can only be brought by the Red Bull team. Check out Simon Dumont shred a half-pipe - in segments. Basically, he had to completely plan his routine according to the spacing of the pipe's pieces or risk missing the lip and free falling 40 feet to flat snowpack. It's insane, beautiful and incredibly badass. It makes me want to fast-forward to November and get rocking back up in the mountains.

Almost. It would also be nice to be tan.

GMB: Countdown to Pride!

303 Magazine will soon be releasing its special Denver Pride issue before the big June weekend (the unofficial start for me will be June 17 at Tracks when Raja returns to celebrate her birthday... she'll be 21. Again). They gave us a peek behind the scenes of their Face/Off photoshoot (no... not this one) with this video, a look at some of Denver's favorite drag personalities both in and out of face. It's a nice little montage that presents the gender binary of drag in a lighthearted - but not farcical - way, and pays homage to the men themselves, not just their characters.

A morning where you wake up to Nina Flowers serving it is a good one.

Happy Tuesday.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Thank you.

"Remember those walls I built?/Well, baby, they're tumbling down/And they didn't even put up a fight/They didn't even make a sound.

I found a way to let you in/But I never really had a doubt/Standing in the light of your halo/I got my angel now."

This song plays at work so I should be sick of it, but I'm not. In fact, it makes me weirdly emotional... I mean, come on, it's Beyonce for fuck's sake. But this song resonates with me on a visceral level.

That's what I love about music; it hits me the hardest in the most unpredictable way when I need it most.

I've had some issues with people close to me lately. To those who've proven loyal and good to me, I thank you. This one's for you, loves.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Good morning, beautiful: A song for you

"If perfect's what you're searching for, then just stay the same."

Dedicated to my Philly loves. This song is absolute perfection. Just like you.

Here's Bruno Mars with "Just the Way You Are":

Denver, start your engines

I didn't realize how wonderfully gay this city is sometimes.

Denver hosted the kick-off show of the Absolut Real Fruit Tour starring the divas of RuPaul's Drag Race Season 3 at Tracks Nightclub. The show featured Manila Luzon, Miss Congeniality (and who I thought should have been final two if not for her spectacular lip-synch breakdown) Yara Sofia and the Diamond Crowned Queen, Raja.

It was awesome.

I took a bunch of crappy cell phone pictures. You can see all of them here. I didn't really feel like deleting the bad ones, so don't judge. I want all evidence of that night to exist.

I have to say that the Denver queens really turned it out. I was so impressed with Ginger Sexton and the high-larious Felony Misdemeanor, who is also apparently the head of the "Smoke weed for America" coalition. I cannot wait for June 17, the start of Denver Pride weekend, when birthday girl Raja returns with the legendary Lady Bunny and the FEROCIOUS Nina Flowers. THAT is going to be one hell of a night.

Big ups to Tracks for having one of the friendliest staffs around the nightlife scene and to having a pretty cool venue in the Exdo Events Center. You are so my new Woody's.

Here are some of the sweet, low-megapixel cell phone highlights:

Venus Sexton

Yara Sofia


Manila "Someone left the cake out in the rain" Luzon

"Superstar" finale

Monday, May 16, 2011

Stuck in my head: Goldfrapp

You'll notice in the headline that there's no specific Goldfrapp song that's stuck in my head. I've been listening to a few of them on repeat over the past two days.

It's funny how a band comes back around to you. I haven't listened to Goldfrapp in months; I was bored of it. But something clicked in me the other day and now listening to it is like a new experience. I had the same experience with Dave Matthews during a random, late-winter stretch of 80-degree days. I think it also has a little to do with all the drag infused in my life lately. I'd definitely lip-synch the hell out of these songs.

Here's my current Goldfrapp playlist: "Number 1," "Twist," ". Enjoy.

"Number 1," Supernature

"Twist," Black Cherry

"Ride a White Horse," Supernature

"Ooh La La," Supernature

Oh, and I forgot to mention – they are all weird as fuck.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Hold Me, Buster Olney

I love it when professionals in the world of sports show love for their teams (except for when Skip Bayless talks about the Cowboys, because no decent human being in America outside of Texas should ever talk about the Cowboys in a positive light because they are evil incarnate. Texans don't know any better; that's why we keep them confined in the flat, hot, hellish land at the bottom of the nation).

I dedicate this snapshot to Peach (manager of current 4th place team, "Hold Me, Buster Olney"; fan of another tribe team, the Braves) and to Dinger (manager of current last place team; fan of a third tribe team, the Chiefs). Here's a little Twittering between two of my faves, Buster Olney and the illustrious Jay Crawford:

I hear ya about bats being in a funk... but we're just lulling Atlanta into a state of false confidence. The slogan "I got 99 problems but a pitch ain't one" is ringing painfully true for America's greatest team from the birthplace of freedom.

In fantasy, however, "Bury Me At Utley's Wounded Knee" is faring a bit better (thanks, Joey Votto). I'm holding 6th/12 with a killer line-up for the weekend. Since my hockey season came to a disgraceful end (both in fantasy and in real life with the Flyers' spectacular fall from grace), expect me to be knee-deep in destroying the teams in not one, but two, fantasy baseball leagues.

Sorry, employer. I'm going to be a lot less productive now.