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March 22, 2014

Don’t you want to fall?
Don’t you want to fly?
Don’t you want to be dangled over the edge of this aching romance?

matt alber

Last night I saw Matt Alber’s concert in Lincoln Center’s American Songbook series. The bearishly handsome, golden-voiced Texan doesn’t hide his love for men in the songs he sings about the quest for intimacy, to be seen and known. His best-known song, “End of the World,” uses the metaphor of an amusement-park ride to talk about the terrifying and exhilarating process of getting to know someone:

I don’t want to ride this roller coaster
I think I want to get off
But they buckled me down
Like it’s the end of the world
If you don’t want to have this conversation
Then you better get out
Cause we’re climbing to our death
At least that’s what they want you to think
Just in case we jump the track
I have a confession to make
It’s something like a cork screw

I don’t wanna fall, I don’t wanna fly
I don’t wanna be dangled over
The edge of a dying romance
But I don’t wanna stop
I don’t wanna lie
I don’t wanna believe it’s over
I just wanna stay with you tonight

The second half of the song kills me with the nuanced way it talks about the courage and vulnerability it takes to pursue love and connection when your heart’s been broken when other relationships haven’t worked out.

I didn’t mean to scream out quite so loudly
When we screeched to a halt
I’m just never prepared
For the end of the ride
Maybe we should get on something simpler
Like a giant balloon
But I’ve got two tickets left, and so do you
Instead of giving them away to some stranger
Let’s make them count, come on
Let’s get back in line again and ride the big one

Don’t you want to fall, don’t you want to fly
Don’t you want to be dangled over
The edge of this aching romance
If it’s gonna end, then I wanna know
That we squeezed out every moment
But if there’s nothing left can you tell me why
That it is you’re holding onto me
Like it’s the end of the world

This is exactly the territory we will be exploring in “THAT’S AMORE! Creative Rituals for Intimacy and Connection,” the workshop I’m conducting at Easton Mountain Retreat in upstate New York April 24-27. (By “we,” I mean me and the participants, not me and Matt. <grin>) It’s an opportunity to learn and practice using verbal communication, physical touch, and creative imagination to devise limited-time experiments in deepening the dance of intimacy and navigating the roller-coaster ride of romance. For more information about “THAT’S AMORE,” go here:

Meanwhile, if you haven’t already seen it, also check out the video for “End of the World,” which is one of the most beautiful, succinct, and swoonily romantic gay films ever made:

Culture Vulture/Photo Diary: 5/16-18/13

May 19, 2013

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I watched the DVD of Any Day Now, Travis Fine’s indie feature starring Alan Cumming as a drag queen in LA who becomes surrogate parent for a kid with Downs syndrome whose mother is a junkie. Everything about it sounded contrived and cheesy and yet the movie grabbed me. It’s set in 1979, so Cummings’ character Rudy’s signature number in his drag act is France Joli’s “Come to Me” – lip-synching it directly to a handsome stranger in the bar launches a love-at-first-blowjob with Garret Dillahunt, a recently out closeted lawyer who becomes an overnight activist in support of the self-made family he forms with Rudy and Michael, who’s left abandoned in the apartment next door when his mother gets busted for drugs and prostitution. Cumming’s American accent wanders from Brooklyn to Boston, and Dillahunt is stiff as a board. But Isaac Leyva (above with Dillahunt) as the doughnut-munching, doll-clutching highly alert lump of a kid is heartbreakingly wonderful, and Cummings/Rudy’s instant identification with and protection of him makes the movie ridiculously more touching than it has any right to be.

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5.17.13 Beautiful sunny day in Manhattan. An art-viewing day. I started out trying to experience Random International’s new “Rain Room” at MOMA but even at 10 AM it looked like an hour-long wait to get in, and I resolved to return better prepared with breakfast, patience, and/or companions.

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I met Dave Nimmons at Chelsea Market, where we scored yummy spicy pork belly sandwiches at Num Pang, a Vietnamese sandwich joint with nary a Vietnamese face in the kitchen (our friendly order-taker told us she’s Dominican) and took them out on the High Line to eat and people-watch.

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Our gallery crawl began by chance at Luhring Augustine, looking at Philip Taaffe’s psychedelic canvases….

"Imaginary Landscapes"

“Imaginary Landscapes”

"Emblem Painting"

“Emblem Painting”

…on our way to Gagosian to look at the Jeff Koons show. I keep wanting to find something to treasure about Koons’ work. It’s fun but ultimately too shallow for my taste. What you see – gigantic stainless steel balloon animals selling for $30 million – is all you get.

We stopped at Andrew Kreps to see “The Book of Hours,” Christian Holstad’s sprawling show of witty, whimsical, ultimately mysterious sculptures of everyday objects (bees’ nests, baby strollers) and fantasy creatures knitted out of shredded bath towels (with Martha Stewart and Ralph Lauren labels clearly visible).

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We dipped into Matthew Marks to see the Ellsworth Kelly show, which took less than a minute.

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Gallerygoing inevitably refreshes the eye for the art that appears everywhere in public, whether man-made…

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Or natural.

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Our afternoon ended with tea and croissants at La Bergamote on Ninth Avenue.

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The evening’s destination: the Public Theater, where Andy and I started out at Old Fashioned Prostitutes (A True Romance), Richard Foreman’s latest Ontological-Hysteric production. Foreman’s work, which I’ve been seeing with interest since 1977, is not for everyone. His plays are surreal, dream-like, aggressively non-linear and non-narrative, literally ephemeral in that the sentences and their meanings evaporate as soon as they’re spoken (in that, they bear a strong family resemblance to Gertrude Stein’s work). This one is not one of his most substantial or enjoyable. At the heart of it is a kind of romance between Samuel (Rocco Sisto, dressed as a jester or playing card come to life) and Suzy (Alenka Kraigher, a beautiful coquette) but even to say that is to suggest more narrative than the play contains.

old fashioned prostitutes
It is a piece of performance art, perversely chaotic yet precisely executed by the actors (Sisto and Kraigher are excellent) and the characteristic Foreman visual feast of sound, light, and ever-morphing set. I chatted a little beforehand with Richard, whose Sunday routine was recently the subject of a New York Times feature, and he mentioned that he has agreed to direct a production of Brecht’s In the Jungle of Cities at the Public Theater. Also in the audience, the legendary downtown theater duo Linda Chapman and Lola Pashalinski.

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Andy’s friends Randall and Mostafa met us for tangy Tibetan food at Tsampa, and then we returned to the Public for a meet-and-greet in the mezzanine with the handsome and talented singer-songwriter Matt Alber.

For his show at Joe’s Pub, Alber generously shared the stage with Celisse Henderson, a singer and budding songwriter with great chops a little nervous about making her NYC debut. When the cord dropped out of her electric guitar, she got so flustered she forgot the lyrics to the song she was singing, but when she admitted as much and started over from the top, she won the audience over. Alber, the finest gay singer-songwriter to emerge since Rufus Wainwright, performed an array of his own songs (“Old Ghosts,” “Tightrope,” and of course his best-known song, “End of the World”) and covers (Whitney Houston’s “I Want to Dance with Somebody” and Keane’s “Bend and Break”). And for the encore he surprised us with a gorgeous song about New York City that he’d just written the day before.

5.18.13 We were all set to trek up to New Haven to see Robert Woodruff and Bill Camp’s stage adaptation of Fassbinder’s In a Year of 13 Moons at Yale Rep but Metro North trains weren’t running and the buses were all full. So we stayed home and watched on DVD just about my favorite movie ever, Nashville. I very rarely see movies more than once, but this was my sixth viewing, Andy’s first, and it was fun to watch him squirm through Ronee Blakley’s breakdown onstage, admire Lily Tomlin’s performance, register surprise that “I’m Easy” is a song written and performed by Keith Carradine rather than Jim Croce, cringe at Geraldine Chaplin’s “Opal from the BBC,” and figure out why the guy with the violin case never brought it out to play his instrument. The movie holds up as a great piece of ensemble filmmaking, and Blakley’s performance in particular continues to impress me. I love that Justin Vivian Bond has recently recorded her song “Dues,” first heard in the movie in this poignant performance.

5.19.13 Private advance showing of Steven Soderbergh’s film about Liberace, Behind the Candelabrabased on the memoir by Scott Thorson, who was Liberace’s boy toy for five years. By now you’ve probably heard about the impressively ballsy performances by Michael Douglas and Matt Damon and the script by Richard LaGravanese, all of which deserve praise. You may not have heard about the terrific cameo appearances by Scott Bakula, Debbie Reynolds, Dan Ackroyd, and — most outrageous, — Rob Lowe.


Lynn Hirschberg conducted a thorough, intimate interview with Douglas for New York magazine last week, and the week before that, the New York Times ran a long fascinating piece in the Sunday Styles section about Thorson, who’s currently incarcerated in Reno.

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