Pictured: Tie fondling at Hideaway, The Homolatte lineup at Big Chicks, Aaron at Scot's.
I've been listening to nothing but Ween for the past five hours, so if you encounter any disturbingly bizarre turns-of-phrase in this column, that might be a clue as to their genesis.
Shit, now I have to be disturbingly clever...
How do you photograph someone who couldn't be a nicer fellow, but who insists on never having his picture taken? Why, you get another bloke to fondle his glittery tie. At Hideaway at least.
Please take a moment to digest that last paragraph and thereby to glean how preciously strange my life is. Go on, it's a hoot.
And speaking of hoots, I must have been behaving like an owl with its head up its ass ( won't find any field mice up there! ) . I realized this as I walked in to Scot's and flew into a tizzy because Aaron ( formerly of Clark's fame ) is now working there. Apparently he has been since, like, May. Where have I been? Oh yeah, with my head up an owl's ass, or some such...
Now for a shout-out to one of my oldest ( in terms of longevity ) friends here in Chicago, Scott Free. Mr. Free has been a pioneer in curating the queer performance scene here in Chicago and he's not finished yet. Please stop in to see him host Homolatte every other Tuesday at Big Chicks. The next show on October 7 features Windy City Times 30 Under 30 honoree Jared Fox, along with songster Jeffrey Altergott.
It's hard to believe I first walked into a Homolatte ( nee: Grinder ) show almost eight years ago and it's still going strong. Must be working!
Speaking of Ween, can you believe that the iTunes version of Twelve Golden Country Greats cuts off 'Powder Blue' right before Muhammad Ali's tirade? A travesty, I say. Not only that, but apparently ( and thank God I didn't buy it from them or I would have been furious ) the iTunes version of Prince's Sign 'o' the Times only features the radio edit of 'I Could Never Take the Place of Your Man.' Why are some of our all-time classics being dissected and slashed for the marketplace? Shame, Apple. Shame!