By Tony Adams
A typical NYC day:
8AM: Do laundry before the maids of the other building residents arrive for work and tie up all the machines in the basement.
1:20PM: phone call from Joan Rivers. She says "So you hung up after just three rings?"
3:30 PM: press "send" to transmit swiftly written Joan Rivers interview to editor.
3:45: walk five short blocks to the gym. Decide that this will constitute the aerobic portion of the day. Spend time in gym sauna with scratchy old straight men who used to run restaurants and nightclubs and are glad to unload their stories on me.
5:00PM: Husband has made a wonderful salad that he describes as "garlic and greens" containing minced garlic, quartered brussels sprouts, broccolini, scallions, one minced jalapeno, all sauteed in olive oil with a secret spice mixture and garnished with a shaved Romano and a red pepadew. (Next day he adds ginger and Belgian endive. I resent the endive.)
photographs of David Hurles (NSFW) presented by legendary John Waters. Much valuable discussion about the hotness of the men depicted in these extraordinary photos. Darling! and I thought they were hot. Baad Lamb and Dr. Jeff thought they were not hot. I think they are indicative of a certain time. 40 years ago. These men were so animalistic. So "bad boy". So low living. So sexually free. They were everything that we good and scrubbed boys were not. Of course we desired them. Desired to know them, love them, be them. So many crossed wires revealed in these photos. (Caution: This show and my video are NSFW)
Photos, NSFW video and more after the break.
Raymond Dragon and wrongly identifies him as Joe Gage. I step up to Mr. Dragon who doesn't mind the mistake. 15 minutes later, someone approaches me and says "Mr. Gage, I have long admired your work." I asked him who had sent him to me and learned that the mischievous Perry Brass had been telling people that I was legendary porn director Joe Gage. I told the approachee "Thank you. Which of my films do you like the best?" He replied "The ones with bathroom scenes." I responded "Oh well those are so hard to film because the moisture tends to fog the camera lens. It's stop-wipe-start stop-wipe-start, but I'm glad you like them." Husband glaring at me explains to the approachee what is going on and points him to Mr. Gage a few feet away. (IN the photo are the real Joe G and Ray D)
Men of All Colors Together".
10PM: The Baad Lamb and I encounter Scott Evill (East Village - eventhough he is now in Bushwick - Scott Buick?) in front of the Monster. The crowd around the piano is loud and atonal. The piano player thinks he is playing a set of impervious drums. Every song is identically unidentifiable. The Manhattan is bad. Scott introduces us to a friend who kisses him every six minutes.
11:30PM: emerging from the subway and walking near 67th and Columbus we encounter an alien. The costume, movement and mystique were totally puzzling. A hooker? A trans? A European? A drugged whatever? We don't get many of these up here, so we had to do a photo.
Tomorrow may be different.