Friday, August 18, 2006


where the catwalk ends

tomorrow (saturday) i'll be stilting in an off-runway fashion show tour of san francisco. it's called where the catwalk ends. the show will be hard to catch, but there's a trunk sale immediately following, at 440 brannan. i'll be wearing an ensemble from the imagination of bad.unkl.sista, romping alongside friendlies wearing items from her, miranda caroligne, silver lucy, and more.

and just as interestingly, do not you just LOVE the name of the show? i get freshly gleeful each time i see the name. shel silverstein + underground fashion + renegade performance art = most excellent.

which takes me to my tangent:

you've seen shel silverstein's work for adults, yes? because this is an important little slice of reality to be aware of. dude has--not just a dark side, which you would have noticed in his illustrations for children--but rather a dirty side. blah blah blah playboy...blah blah blah dirty poems...blah blah blah songwriter for dr hook and the medicine show, so blah blah blah 'cover of the rolling stone'... and my personal favorite: the freakers ball.

C'mon babies, grease your lips
Grab your hats and swing your hips
Don't forget to bring your whips
We're goin' to the Freaker's Ball

Blow your whistle, bang your gong
Roll up somethin' to take along
Feels so good it must be wrong
Freakin' at the Freaker's Ball

All the fags and dykes, they're boogyin' together
Leather freaks are dressed in all kinds of leather
The greatest of the Sadists and the Masochists, too
Screamin' 'Please hit me' and 'I'll hit you'

FBI dancin' with the junkies
All the Straights swingin' with the Funkies'
Cross the floor and up the wall
Freakin' at the Freaker's Ball

Everybody is lovin' each other
Brother with sister...son with mother
Smear my body up with butter
And take me to the Freaker's Ball

So pass that roach please and pour the wine...
I'll kiss yours if you'll kiss mine
I'm gonna boogie til I go blind...
Freakin' at the Freaker's Ball

Black ones, white ones, yellow and red ones...
Necropheliacs lookin' for dead ones
The greatest of the Sadists and the Masochists, too...
Screaming 'Please hit me' and 'I'll hit you'

Everybody ballin' in batches...
Pyromaniacs strikin' matches
I'm gonna itch me where it scratches...
Freakin' at the Freaker's Ball, y'all
Freakin' at the Freaker's Ball

pS. thanks to el nino for the fact that i can't see these lyrics without hearing your voice ;P

Ah, but he didn't stop there....He also wrote a drinking song. Yes ma'am !
Here it is :

performed by Pat Dailey, written by Shel Silverstein

Just how drunk are we gonna get?
Don't ask me, I don't know yet.
F Bb
I just walked in and we just met.
And there's 20 more bars that we're still gonna hit.

Will I have a single? Will you have a double?
Will we get mello? Will we get in trouble?
F Bb
Will we get lucky? Will we get stinko?
C C7
Will we stay sober? No, I don't think so.

Just how drunk are we gonna get?
Don't ask me, I ain't there yet.
F Bb
I got a whistle that still aint wet.
So just how drunk are we gonna get.

Will we start dancing and singing loud?
Will we jump on the bar and moon the crowd?
Will you get goosed? Will I get molested?
Will we get cheered or will we get arrested?


Will I get in a fight? Will I wreck my car?
Will I barf on my shoes and leave the bar
with somebodys wife that I've never known,
or will I get really drunk and go home to my own?

CHORUS 6X and fade
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