PopWars – Page 182 – Coke vs. Pepsi ~ that sort of thing.

March 21, 2010August 23, 2019

Like Flies On Sherbert

Our friend Rich used to write the obit column for The Herald Telephone in Indiana. It was about that time that I put it together that people actually died.

Friday’s obits really got us going. I didn’t realize I had been so manipulated back when I wanted to sleep with my Davy Crockett coonskin cap on. Turns out, with over 3000 Disney/Crockett toys on the market, most kids in America had the same desire. I don’t remember having any of the other products though.

On the same page, right below the Fess Parker obit was Alex Chilton’s. I loved the songs he sang in the Box Tops and bought those singles but never caught on to Big Star. We absolutely loved the Cramps first singles and I knew Alex Chilton’s name was on those as producer. In fact, Peggi drove down with some friends to Max’s Kansas City to see the Cramps during that time period. I was in the studio that night with New Math recording our first single with Howard Thompson behind the boards so I missed the show. And I knew our friend Pete LaBonne played with Alex and would regularly send him his own releases. He and Shelley visited Alex backstage at one of the recent Box Top reunion shows. I played a few gigs with “Pete’s Rock Band” with Bruce Eaton on bass. Buffalo Bruce is a big Big Star fan and wrote the 33 1/3 book on “Radio City”, Big Star’s second album. Bruce wrote the Chilton obit for Salon Magazine.

So now that he is gone, just what was he all about. We downloaded about ten songs from various blogs and put them them in our iTunes library. The songs were pop and grungy and country and bluesy and all over the map. “September Gurls” is stuck in my head. And then I remembered Pete had given us a solo Chilton lp called “Like Sherbert on Flies”. Since he doesn’t have either electricity or a record player he asked us to keep it for him. We played both sides of this particularly odd record. It sounds sort of like Pete’s “Antique Revolt” and I know how that recording went. Pete bought some big cans of malt liquor and instructed Arpad to roll the tape.

On the editorial page of today’s paper Paul Westerberg wrote a piece on his mentor called “Beyond the Box Tops. He talked about Big Star and how Alex went on to record more challenging and artistic records “Like Flies On Sherbert.”

We spotted this dead mole in the woods and and Steve Hoy called us on Friday to tell us his mom had died. I feel especially lucky to be alive.

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March 19, 2010April 11, 2019

Field Recordings Of The Future

Margaret Explosion records most nights but we don’t get around to listening to it all. I had a pile of cds on my desk that Peggi and I have been working our way through as we work away our lives. It’s not that dire but enough is enough! We selected eighteen more songs that we like, stuck a title on them and created a picture sleeve for the mp3.

If you’re planning on doing any psychedelics this weekend I would recommend “Burning Man”. The lights were dimmed in the Café and we recorded this. We were accompanying Rob Storms’ “Burning Man” video projection. Bob’s guitar is amazing.

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March 18, 2010August 23, 2019

I Before E Except In Budweiser

Budweiser and Pussywillows on Hoffman Road

Most of this snow is gone. I took this photo a few days ago. We were down there again today and found more giant Bud cans and we picked some Pussy-willows while we were at it. Those are 24 ounce cans. Luckily we found an old bag to put them in. A school bus passed us as we were heading back with an armload of cans today. We waved. This Budweiser guy is remarkably consistent not only in the brand he drinks but in exactly where he throws his empties. A compulsive drunk.

I spent most of the day redrawing a three dimensional wagon wheel-like graphic for a client. It was probably generated in PowerPoint but they wanted to use it at poster size so I redrew it in Illustrator. Type on a curve, a million callouts, one of those crazy organizational charts that make your eyes glaze over.

Yogi tea bag fortune read “Empty your self and let the universe fill you.” I like that one. Most of them are annoying. I roughed up a painting in class and my teacher commented, “That guy is looking a lot more casual”. Made me realize what an important quality that is.

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March 17, 2010August 23, 2019

Drink Up And I’ll Sound Better

Shamrock Jacks crew on Saint Patty's Day 2010 — Shamrock Jacks crew on Saint Patty’s Day 2010

I’m Irish (and English) but I had to look up Saint Patrick when we got back home. You’d think he was some sort of pagan patron saint of debauchery. Turns out he was a Celt so I guess he walks a fine line.

I asked Peggi to take this photo of the guys in the booth next to us. I never would have got the same expression that she is capable of eliciting. We walked over to Shamrock Jack’s for lunch, our tradition on Saint Patty’s Day. When we lived in the city we would just walk to Carroll’s at the corner but out here we walk through the woods and part of the park and then through a funky neighborhood down near the lake that reminds us of Bloomington to get to Shamrock Jack’s. The little pockets of snow looked ridiculous in 55 degrees.

We each wore the only green clothes we have but they don’t come close to the toxic green that most revelers wear. The place was packed at noon. We could hardly hear each other. The music was all thump, thump and then a guy with a guitar started playing goofy folk ditties. After his first song he announced, “Drink up and I’ll sound better”. One of them was stuck in our heads for the way home but I can’t remember it now, thank god. An infomercial was playing on a tv above our booth, featuring Christie Brinkley and Chuck Norris on outdoor exercise equipment. I was mesmerized by the surrealness of it all.

Everybody has Guinness these days. Carroll’s used to have old guys playing accordion and bagpipe players and the Pogues on the juke box. Stuff that would have made Saint Patrick proud.

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March 16, 2010April 4, 2019

Spoilt Rotten

Pete and Shelley live in a dead zone and they like it that way. There are no cell towers near by and the mountains block the distant ones. There’s no electricity or running water either so well meaning family members give them battery operated toys. Last time we were up there I took this photo of Pete preparing food with a head lamp. And we came home with some coasters that Shelley’s sister gave them.

I read a small piece in our local paper (most of the pieces are small) about the government’s efforts to provide Internet access to all Americans and much faster connections to those of us who already have it. The article finished by saying the FCC was facing stiff opposition from broadcasters. So what are we to think about the Time Warner arrangement in this area where a giant media company controls our internet access? That’s an open question.

We switched to Time Warner’s digital phone service a couple of years ago and it has been pretty reliable. When our internet connection goes down it is usually just confused so I reboot the cable modem and routers and we’re back in business. Last week though that routine didn’t work. I picked up the phone to call Time Warner and it was dead too. I called Time Warner on a phone company land line and only got a recording saying they were “experiencing difficulties”. (I remember when the tv used to do that) Without internet access our small company ground to a halt. The rush revisions to a job we were working on couldn’t get through. We took a walk.

The next day our lawyer called from San Francisco. We were chatting and the line went dead. This usually happens when someone is on a cell phone and the signal is dropped but this time it was phone and internet problems in SF. Luckily we had already covered important matters like pre-ordering the iPad and finishing “Willmaker”, the 2006 Nolo publication that walks you through creating a will. Fortune magazine says “Willmaker is such an easy-to-use program that users may never need to look at the manual.” Sounds pretty easy and I committed to finishing the project but I can’t find the Quicken PC cd that came with the book/manual. I want to go on record saying “I leave everything to Peggi”!

Jaffe sat in with Margaret Explosion at our last gig and Peggi and I felt like the sound got to crowded and the conversation was all run-on sentences. It’s not Jaffe’s fault, it’s just a delicate thing. We thought the night pretty much sucked until we heard the recording. Funny how perception seems to carry so much weight.

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March 15, 2010August 23, 2019

You’re Not Gonna Worry My Life Anymore

A few days have gone by without us even leaving the house. We did find some witch hazel on our last hike and I photographed it at night so there is life out there. I need to get my groove back. I almost forgot I was keeping a blog. No I didn’t. I started to say I was busy but that’s not exactly true. I mean it is true but how do you define “busy”? I get the sense that it has something to do with making money. I love that Lightnin’ Hopkins song where he stops mid sentence and says “I started to say . . ” It’s called “You’re Not Going To Worry My Life Anymore”. And I love how he refers to himself as “Sam” in his songs. I borrowed the Ornette Coleman box set, Beauty Is A Rare Thing” from Tom Kohn and ripped it and read the liner notes before falling asleep. (That last sentence is only interesting if you know that Tom Kohn owns a record store) I was thrilled to read the music critic, Robert Palmer, compare Ornette’s playing to Lightnin’s. What a wild comparison and so vivid.

I am putting the final touches on twenty new crime face paintings. These are sort of small, 11×14 each and all sort of rough and tumble like. I am trying to deliver attitude. After all, what else is there? Well, I guess there is the Plutocracy.

Peter Schjeldahl loves to use big words and I like trying to follow his deeply opinionated reviews in the New Yorker even when I disagree with him. When he tears something apart he levels it, Hiroshima style. In his review of Dakis Joannou’s (a Greek billionaire) collection at the New Museum he says”. . . big money, besides being just about the only money there is, brands the big-time art it buys — art that behaves, in economic terms, like a form of money itself. He calls Jeff Koons, the foundational artist of Joannou’s collection and curator of the show, “the creator of the boom era’s definitive art: perfectionist icons of lower class taste that advertise the jolly democratic sentiments of their loaded buyers.” He says this show “arrives on today’s downwardly mobile art scene like a bejeweled princess at a party that—opps—turns out to be a barn dance.

And I noted in this week’s 60 Minutes piece on the Wall Street robber barons that the fusion of money and government is so concentrated that only a handful of bankers understand what is going on.

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March 11, 2010August 23, 2019

It’s A Miracle

Yellow flowers in the snow, March 10thWinter Aconite flowers in the snow, March 10th, 2010, Rochester, NY, 2010, Rochester, NY

The long cold winters in Rochester make for a dramatic Spring entry. The first sign for us is these yellow flowers popping out of the snow. We have a batch right near our work windows but there is still too much snow back there for flowers. We spotted these behind our house and were elated.

There is a sense of dread though when the weather breaks. Activities are piled on top of one another and it is almost impossible to get anything done. The winters here are perfect for holing up with indoor projects and I sense that season coming to a close.

Someone called this morning on our work line pretending to be happy because the sun was shining for like the seventh or eighth day in a row. I say “pretending” because the delight in the sunshine was wrapped in a a complaint about typical Rochester weather. I know some people suffer from Seasonal Affect Disorder but if the sun is that big a deal leave. Why do we have hear about it? Go to Florida or South Carolina.

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March 10, 2010August 23, 2019

I’m Your Puppet

Paul Klee "Gespenst eines Genies [Ghost of a Genius]" 1922 — Paul Klee “Gespenst eines Genies [Ghost of a Genius]” 1922

Used to be we had two painting sessions, “Fall” and “Spring” for lack of better descriptors. And then the Creative Workshop of the Memorial Art Gallery divided the Spring session in two which I guess you could call pre Easter and post Easter. They keep dropping weeks too so the Fall session starts later and finishes earlier and the Spring session doesn’t start until mid January and of course the price keeps inching up. But I try to block all that out.

I show up to confront painting issues and our painting teacher, Fred Lipp, is always ready to ratchet it up a notch. I know that I am a better painter than I was ten years ago and I know I have a long way to go. If I felt that Fred was not able to help me get better I would not be taking his class each week. The situation is pretty clear for me and the price is worth it. The interesting thing about all this is how Fred is always there like Sly Stone to take you higher.

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March 8, 2010August 23, 2019

12 Story Building

Did anybody else think Sandra Bullock’s lipstick was too red last night? Nothing stopping Ms. Bigalow though. And that “This Is Your Life” section, actors told other actors what they liked about them in front of the whole world, was really creepy. I liked Jeff Bridges in the Fabulous Baker Boys but I wasn’t buying his his country thing. Of course I haven’t seen the movie so I’m only basing that assessment on his appearance at the Oscars. I miss the streakers. That guy holding up the “Text Dolphin to 44144” sign was as close as we got to spontaneity. We haven’t seen any of the movies that were up except for Food Inc. We did put a few on our Netflix list today.

It was near fifty today and the snow will be gone soon so we’ll be able to clean up the mess in our street’s pool. We had a couple of trees come down with that heavy wet snow. Peggi and I are still the pool presidents for another few months so went down there today to take a closer look.

Ruth Kligman, the woman in Jackson Pollack’s 1950 Rocket 88 when he crashed, has joined Pollack in the great beyond. She was a painter too but she was more famous as an art groupie as she also had affairs with DeKooning and Kline. Franz Kline kind of steals her NYT obituary with this quote.

‘Art is my life,’ is my motto, ” Ms. Kligman wrote, and in an interview she once said that she knew better than many how hard such a life was. She recalled running into Kline at the Cedar bar and telling him that she had just finished what she thought was her best painting. He bought her a drink and told her, of the world: “They think it’s easy. They don’t know it’s like jumping off a 12-story building every day.”

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March 5, 2010August 23, 2019

You Can’t Complain

Peggi dreamed she was a contestant on “Dancing With The Stars” and then woke up to “Reality 4D“. We have been behind in couple of big jobs and we can’t seem to put them behind us. You can’t really complain when you don’t have to set the alarm or drive to work but every once in a while you get roped into doing a job that wasn’t defined properly in the beginning. So the scope of the job grows while you’re doing it and the client feels entitled to unlimited rounds of revisions while you’re stuck with the price you quoted. Like I said, you can’t complain.

I starred at a reproduction of a Luc Tuymans painting last night for about twenty minutes. It’s called “Lamproom” and it is deceptively simple looking but rich in wonder. I would love to see the painting in person at SFMOMA where Tuymans has a retrospective but I don’t think I’ll be out there before May 2nd. I only have the book which I ordered from Amazon and I finally had a chance to spend some time with it last night. I flipped through the whole book and can’t say I like all of his work. In fact I only liked about ten percent of it but the paintings I like just knock me out. So maybe I will warm up to the rest and maybe I won’t. Some artists only hit home runs like 300 . . . I started to use a baseball analogy but I’m confused. When a hitter has a batting average of 300 that means he gets on 30 percent of the time, right? So why do they call it 300 and not 30? Anyway, if the guy has a 300 average he probably only hits a home run 3 percent of the time? And that’s considered really good. So Luc Tuymans is a great artist. It’s not easy to paint like he does even though his paintings can look tossed off.

We celebrated my father’s birthday tonight. I picked up some Nino’s pizza and Peggi’s mom and we sat around my parents table for most of the evening. My brother, who works for Xerox, argued that “print is not dead”. I told him I like paying my bills online. I can’t imagine printing another photo because they look so good on my monitor. We plan to order an iPad on March 12th when they start taking orders and I’m looking forward to canceling a few magazine subscriptions. But I still like art books.

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March 4, 2010August 23, 2019

Breeding Season

We spotted Monica coming out of the woods with the dogs so when we came across this in the middle of our ski path we knew this snowwoman was her handiwork. The snow had started to melt yesterday and then it froze again today so it was quite slippery. I fell three times before getting off our property but we stuck with it and then really zipped along in the relatively flat woods behind our house. It was warm in the sunny spots and we spotted a chipmunk surveying the landscape. They hibernate all winter and breed first thing in the Spring. Come to think of it, maybe that snowwoman is breeding.

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March 3, 2010August 23, 2019

Goin’ Buggy

Fallen tree on frozen Eastman Lake in Durand Eastman Park

We had been buried in work, a brochure for the Cancer Institute, and unable to get out for the last two days. But today we walked out of here just like that dramatic scene in “Buñuel’s “Exterminating Angel” when the bourgeois party goers finally decide they are able to leave the house they have been holed up in for days. Well, it was almost that dramatic. There were plenty of fallen limbs in the woods as a result of the heavy snow we had over the weekend but the skiing was surprisingly good. We stopped along the path that follows the shoreline of Eastman Lake and I took this photo. This tree has been sticking out of the pond for years but it looked especially good to me today.

We’ve used a few different shopping carts over the years and Peggi has decided to give X-Cart a try on our newest project. She has chatted with and emailed the Russians that work for the company and they seem quite friendly. Not sure what that cold war was all about. You download and set up the software for free and you pay when you implement it. So far, so good.

Speaking of shopping carts – I grabbed one of the small ones over at Wegmans but I was shopping with two lists, one for us and one for Peggi’s mom. I filled the cart with Depends and Dr. Pepper. I wasn’t sure if the cashier could get all the groceries back in the cart so I apologized for filling up the buggy. Buggy? Where did that word come from? Another era and I was there.

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March 3, 2010August 23, 2019

Returning The Favor

Indiana had some fierce poison ivy. A girl I knew when I was going to school there got it so bad her eyes were swollen shut. When I was a kid I could pick it up and not get it but my body chemistry changed and I got it real good one year. We skied by this poison ivy voodoo like installation over the weekend. I would be afraid to even look at it in the summer. Our friend, Steve Hoy, told us poison ivy thrives where the earth has been tortured in some way. You see it on the side of roads where the highway department is continually cutting it back. It has a vengeful streak.

We sold two “Live Dive” cds to people in Germany in the last week. Can’t figure out what that is all about. I know Jack, who plays guitar with us often, loves Krautrock. Maybe they are returning the favor.

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March 1, 2010August 23, 2019

Art And Mindfulness

Kathy called this morning and asked how our weekend was. I said, “Really nice. A little bit of work and a little bit of skiing.” I sort of lied about the work part. We’re doing a big job for Kathy and except for a few hours we pretty much blew it off this weekend. She said “I don’t understand the skiing part and I don’t like snow.” Thought provoking comments to start the day. I don’t really think of it as skiing. Its just something different on your feet while you walk in the woods.

This weekend we drove to opposite ends of the county to ski and dine with friends. The groomed trails at Mendon Ponds on Saturday made it a lot more like skiing than walking. I now have a much clearer picture of our trudging style after watching people in spandex skate/ski/whiz by us. And the bushwhacking through deep snow and vines in the marshlands of Scotsville on Sunday was much closer to walking. Both were thoroughly enjoyable and I keep replaying the conversations we had over dinner about art and mindfulness.

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February 28, 2010August 23, 2019

All Ears

Roger Ballen twins photo at George Eastman House in Rochester, NY — Roger Ballen twins at George Eastman House in Rochester, NY

We called the Eastman House to confirm that they were still having the opening for Roger Ballen’s photos on Friday night. The show went on but the heavy snow made for a small crowd. We had a delicious cup of hot cider, chatted with photographer, Brian Peterson, and dove into the show. I was looking forward to this show based on the few reproductions I had seen in the promo pieces (like the twins above) but the more we saw in the show the less I liked.

The Eastman’s website says, “Ballen creates visual ambiguities as universal metaphors of the human condition.” He forgoes a strictly documentary approach . . . collaborating directly with the subject to create the sculptures and drawings that appear in the photographs.” The arty wall drawings and staged positioning of slightly strange people left me feeling manipulated. I loved the square format black and whites but to me they they look better small online and they don’t hold up at two or three feet. And this collection which is billed as a retrospective of sorts has too much of the same thing. He has been compared to Diane Arbus and Arbus is always accused of manipulating her subjects but for me Arbus celebrates humanity while Ballen uses it as a prop.

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February 26, 2010August 23, 2019

Give It Up For Nature

We watched a Frank Lloyd Wright documentary last night and my favorite scene was the black and white footage of a Mike (cigarette smoking) Wallace interview where Frank’s says, “I put a capital ‘N’ on Nature. That’s my idea of God.” I would second that but skip the cap. It is absolutely beautiful in the woods today!

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February 25, 2010April 4, 2019

Is That All There Is?

I love this expressive snowman. It is either singing an aria or asking “Is That All There Is?” which just happens to be my favorite song of all time. In fact if anyone ids taking notes I would like it to be played at my funeral, along with George Jones’ “He Stopped Loving Her Today” and Eric Dolphy’s “Serene.” Everyone’s talking about the “Hurricane Blizzard” with “Heart Attack (heavy) Snow” so if I die out there in the driveway my affairs will be in order. I used Nolo’s “Willmaker” to to do the office business and I’m still trying to decide where my ashes should go.

Peggi’s mom is still going strong and with the help of an aid she was able to come out to see Margaret Explosion last night. We have been invited to dinner at our neighbor’s house tonight. We should be able to make it back up the hill even if we do get some old fashioned winter weather.

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February 24, 2010August 23, 2019

Garage Reporter

Either this hawk was following us in the woods or we were following it. We got out early and the skiing was great. We have had more skiable days this year than any I can remember.

A guy stopped in Jerome’s this afternoon to pick up his car and he told Ted a story about hunting on a hundred acres of land that a lawyer friend of his owns in the southern tier. The lawyer had built four blinds up in the trees for deer hunting and the little shacks were so airtight that you could hunt in your t-shirt. And if you got bored waiting for the deer to wander by he had piles of magazines in there. He didn’t say what kind of magazines. This guy said the next time he goes down there he might bring his computer and look for a wifi connection.

They have wireless over at Jerome’s but Ted can’t remember the password so I was sort of left in the dark while they replaced the sway bar fittings on our Honda. Ted just tried calling Frontier to see if they could tell him what his password is but he got interrupted by a delivery guy and then a customer calling to find out if they had determined what was wrong with his car. Ted takes all these problems in stride and stays as cheerful as Barack Obama. One of the mechanics came into the office and told Ted that one of the parts they ordered for our car had a grease fitting and the other didn’t so Ted got on the phone and tried to get a matched pair with or without. He preferred the grease fitting but he couldn’t get one today.

An older couple came in to drop off one of their cars and they called Ted “Teddy”. A young couple walked in next. Each person that walks in sets off bell as they cross the threshold of the waiting room. They were picking up a Mazda for the guy’s father. Jerome’s had rebuilt the engine and Ted told the kid he wanted him to check the oil every time he get gas for the next 1500 miles and then bring it back for an oil change. The kid told Ted he was majoring in “New Media Design” at RIT. When we were alone I asked him what “New Media” meant and he said , Basically making things look cool on the web. I spend a lot of time doing Flash.” Mike, the guy that was doing the work on our car stuck his head in to say that Albany was getting twenty inches of snow and 150,000 people were already without power.” He seemed kind of excited about this. In the paper this morning one of the local weathermen was quoted as saying “This is going to be a monster of a storm”. There are probably kids going to college to learn how to hype the weather.

As I was paying my bill Ted said try •••••••••••••. It worked and I got online. Hint: It has something to do with a vintage car.

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February 23, 2010August 23, 2019

Lights Out

Vic & Irvs at night. A salute to Vic Anuszkiewicz.

My sister stopped by with her daughter. First time we’ve seen our niece since she got pregnant. She is still on probation and can’t drive and there is no father in the picture so the situation has caused some consternation in the family. It has all come to a head and in a very natural way and life will go on in a different fashion. I was long overdue for a haircut and I know my niece does that but she insisted she only does women’s hair. I would think men’s hair would be a hell of a lot easier. I usually just pull it upward in clumps and with my fingers and run the scissors under my fingers until I get most of the hair about the same size. I might have learned this technique from Bruce Anderson or possibly Steve Hoy. I struggle with the back though and usually ask Peggi for help but she was off picking up a big project for 4D. My sister volunteered and the whole job was finished in minutes. I don’t care if its all the same length because I never comb it. I’m a pretty easy customer.

When we came back in the computer room my niece was filing her taxes with TurboTax. She used our email address because she doesn’t have a computer. My sister sat down at my computer and did some banking with HSCB. She doesn’t have a computer either but they both have cell phones so they are a step ahead of us. I suggested we all go down to Vic & Irv’s for dinner and pay our respects to Vic Anuszkiewicz. It was snowing when we pulled up and the neon on the word “Vic” was out. Could this be deliberate. It was so perfect. “Perfect”. That reminds me of the song that has been stuck inside of head since the Olympics began. I asked our server (she calls me “Dear”) if the “lights out” thing was a tribute to the 95 year old Vic who died a few days ago. She laughed and said “Irv” was out on the other side.

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February 21, 2010August 23, 2019

Fanfare Please

The Bear Exchange at Boulder Coffee in Rochester, NY

I was really excited about seeing the Roger Ballen photography show at the Eastman, a little too excited. We got there a week early. The opening is next Friday! So we headed over Abilene and heard a few songs by a young band with a woman who sang like Janis. We ordered a Genny Bock beer and had them put in a glass. On to the Bop Shop where we caught a trio with guitar, bass and Gunther Schuller’s son on drums. I spent most of my time in the store and bought a cd in a jewel case and everything. I heard a song from this cd on Pandora so I guess they have a viable business model. It’s seductively entitled “Live at the Velvet Lounge” with Fred Anderson and Hamid Drake. Why aren’t these guys ever at the Rochester Jazz Fest? Or Joe McPhee? Or Ornette before he dies.

Brian Peterson suggested we follow him over to Boulder Coffee to see a band whose description had intrigued him. They were a Buffalo band called The Bear Exchange and they were impossibly young and primitive. They played an intriquing combination of low tech (toy accordion, melodica, trumpet, Fender Rhodes) and high tech (two Apple laptops). Very intriguing and dreamy. The lead singer wore big glasses and the keyboard player wore a tweed jacket. I couldn’t help but think how all these essential fashion elements, hoods, tight pants and vintage clothing, are going around again and they still look good.

We finished the night at Bill and Geri’s watching Women’s Curling. The Danish team was exotic as hell and the Canadians they were playing against held their own. We were transfixed on the high def makeup, hair styles and grunts of “hard, hard”. We were all laughing at the sexually charged nature of this arcane game (sport?) and we weren’t the only ones who noticed. Charles Isherwood, writing in this morning’s paper, “But the dream that excites me most is this inspiration, which came upon me as I sat transfixed by boredom and confusion for a couple of hours last week, watching the women’s curling competition. Fanfare please: drag queen curling.”

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