It is no secret mrpeenee and R Man lead a very, VERY quiet life. Almost every evening you can find fireside reading while Renaissance music fills the background. And yet, Saturday night we were out experiencing the mad gayness of San Francisco nightlife, Yes, it's true, there we were in a little boite callled the Rrazz Room (ridiculous spelling their own idea) watching local drag phenom Justin Bond (Kiki of Kiki and Herb) in his new show, Queens of AM Radio.
Having been though the evolution of FM radio in the late 60s, I assumed this would be a tribute to girl groups like the Shirelles and Dixie Cups as well as, surely, Dusty Springfield and Dionne Warwick. Which was fine with me.
Instead it turned out to be a trip down a much more recent memory lane, specifically, according to Bond, "1972, poolside, in Los Angeles." Darlings, I was there, 17 years old in 1972 (go ahead and do the math, I'll wait for you) and believe me, that intro sent shudders down my delicate spine. Warranted, too, as it turned out.
It was a very amusing show, but still, an evening that includes Afternoon Delight, Midnight Blue, and Midnight at the Oasis cannot be considered an unmixed blessing. High points were Linda Ronstat's Different Drum and the Carpenters Superstar mashed up with Joan Baez's Diamonds and Rust. Pretty great, but still, Afternoon Fucking Delight?
Plus, as I mentioned, I was there, and I remember by 1972, AM radio was the province of your grandmother and old cars. Even Melissa Manchester's Midnight Blue (you were wondering where that came from, weren't you?) was on FM radio. Crappy FM radio stations.
The best thing about the show was the very casual air of it all, Bond had his IMac on a stand in front of him to read the lyrics and at one point in the big finale of one of the numbers, stopped and announced, "I don't even know what key we're in." I didn't either, sweetie, but you know what? It didn't matter, a good time was had by all.