Drag king stories #4

David Bowie was one of the biggest reasons I wanted to become a drag king.  He was the epitome of androgyny amongst the famous, and I wanted to emulate him.  Whenever I did drag, I tried to capture the look of the singer, something that not all drag kings take the time to do.  And since I was leaning toward music of the late seventies and eighties, flamboyancy was big – eyeliner and eye-shadow, lip-liner and lipstick.  Clothing found in the women’s section of thrift stores, tight pants, boots with heels…

I just went back to an old email chain between my drag buddy and me, prior to my first performance, when we were bouncing ideas off of each other.  I’m sure that I talked about all the gender variant singers I wanted to channel, especially David Bowie.  For some reason though, my side of the email correspondence is all blank.  😦   (Otherwise I would have cut and pasted what I wrote, ten years ago.)  I hope my drag partner might still have these emails.  That’s disheartening that I might have lost that…  (This same friend’s first 7″ record was Blue Jean.)

I definitely did David Bowie songs more than any other musician, over the years.  Here is a list as best as I can remember, in chronological order:

– Heroes
– Ziggy Stardust (a Bauhaus cover)
– Space Oddity
– Rebel Rebel
– Breaking Glass
– Space Oddity again
– A Ziggy Stardust medley
– The Man Who Sold the World
– Let’s Dance

 

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The first time I was asked to do drag out of context (not at a drag show), was for a David Bowie tribute night, for his birthday.  I can’t remember how I got connected to that – I think through a friend.  I was super psyched to have been asked.  This was a show of local bands doing covers, and I was performing to a crowd that was made up of people who perhaps had never been to a drag show.  It was at a bar I always had wanted to perform at – a bar that definitely does not put on drag shows.  I did David Bowie as a glam rocker, and David Bowie as a mime.  (He was a member of the Lindsay Kemp Mime Company in 1967.)

A different organizer put on the tribute show the next year, and it was at an even more mainstream bar, with even more out-there musicians doing covers.  I did David Bowie as a glam rocker, and David Bowie in a dress.  The idea to do that came from the cover of his The Man Who Sold the World record.  I was mixing things up, wearing Aladdin Sane inspired make-up (see photo – I applied this make-up in the mirror before realizing it was the reverse!).  Interestingly, I felt very self-conscious wearing that dress – I didn’t feel like people were going to accept that, even though it was just a costume, and David Bowie definitely would have / could have flaunted it…  That performance felt stilted because of my discomfort in the dress, I think – not because of my thoughts that it didn’t do David Bowie justice.

Yesterday, after hearing the news of his death, a friend posted on my facebook wall that she thought of me when she heard the news.  I made this Aladdin Sane picture my profile pic, and many other friends commented that they thought of me.  I had no idea we were so connected in the minds of the people I know!  That feels good!  My mom even sent me an email that just said, “My condolences for your loss.  David Bowie, I mean.”

I have a radio show now, and I think I’ll play all Bowie songs on the next show – play some covers, play some of my fave songs of his over the many decades he was actively making music – right up till his death.  (I have yet to hear his new album…)

David Bowie, I will miss you being in this world and out of this world…

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Drag King Stories (pt 2)

A few weeks ago, a friend asked me if I could portray Bob Dylan, as he were in Subterranean Homesick Blues.  (My initial plan for “Drag King Stories” was to be chronological; obviously I’m not following that because I’m now jumping to the most recent story I have on the topic!)  The friend had been invited by the local Improvement Society to give a power-point presentation at a literary/cultural hub, just up the street from me.  He was going to be one of 11 people, doing flash-presentations to highlight what’s new!

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His project:  He is the mastermind behind a new radio station that will be hitting the airwaves by October.  It’ll be run by and for the community; all funds will be raised by community efforts (as opposed to commercial, although there might be underwriters and/or sponsorship members).

So when he approached me, he said that each group presents 20 slides and a representative talks along with the images, which are on an auto-timer of 20 seconds each, for a total 6minute, 40 second presentation (per group).  And the audience sits and watches each presentation, one after the other.  He told me he’d already gotten permission to stray from the rules and just not use power-point or slides at all.  To instead go totally lo-fi, using poster-board with words sharpied in black.  Just my style!

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In the past, any opportunity to be in drag and perform outside of a typical drag show format has been a total blast, and so I jumped on the chance.  My friend and I hung out in his attic the Sunday before the event, listening to music, practicing, and drawing out the words with sharpie markers.  He had written out a script, telling the story of the radio station thus far.  I assumed a wide stance and stony expression, just like Mr. Bob Dylan.    We decided in advance that I was going to have an attitude.  I was just going to drop each poster onto the floor and then at the end of our 6:40, I would throw the last poster up into the air and walk off, leaving others to pick them all up.

We arrived early, and I was excited to find out we were on first.  Love getting a performance out of the way and then kicking back!  The audience was a bunch of young entrepreneurs / hipsters / yuppies / intellectuals.  Haha.  We got up there, did our thing, I walked off, and then we watched everyone else.  There was an intermission with cucumber sandwiches, meats and cheeses, and tiny fingerling potatoes(?), and beer.  This was, ultimately, a networking event, but I dislike that stuff, so I let my friend do the talking, and my partner and I grabbed food and beer and went to explore the building a little bit.

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After the event, my partner and I went out to a bar to see a different friend’s new band.  I felt really solid in my button-up shirt, vest, and sideburns.  I should remember to go out “in drag,” just for fun, more often!

Also, if you wanna check out what I wrote in Part 1, it is here!