All in All

Because Gay means Happy and happy means Gay!

Towards the end of last year I went out for a drinks with my best friends and against my will they dragged me into the GAY bar on Compton Street. I've purposely always avoided this bar because as a man in his early 40s with (then) a comedy moustache it wasn't the sort of bar aimed at me and my type. I could barely disguise my horror at the camp and flighty little boys dancing and singing in front of the wall of videos constantly churning out gay pop.

When I got home and reflected on my behaviour I was a little disappointed at my intolerance, and perhaps within that there was a little jealousty that bars like that didn't exist 20 years ago when I was their age. It made me think though that Mac and I are not exactly "gay" gays, and although we don't ever want to become that, we shouldn't turn our back on it completely.

To mark the acknowledgement of our gay heritage last night we went to Kylie's Showgirl Homecoming concert which was as gay as you could get in the audience, and as camp as you could get on stage. She was fantastic and the show incredible. We even sang along to "Especially for you" which seemed to have changed from a saccharine commercial cash-in to a moving tribute to her return following breast cancer. We love Kylie! (I'd be surprised though if more than 30% of the male dancers are straight though)

Following this we will be popping to the Palladium next month to see Rufus Wainwright recreate Judy Garland's Carnegie Hall concert. Is that gay enough for you?

(ps one final gig for 2006, St Etienne. A fantatsic Christmas warm-up of pop, the Charlie Brown Christmas special with live soundtrack, and 'Star Quality', the worst regional game show from the 80s ever!)

# posted by hitch @ 9:19 AM