Only One Coat Needed, My ^&#!

I’m not posting–why? Because I’m painting right now. Not the introspective burst-of-brillance-then-delusional-self-mutilation mode of self-expression, but the Calla-Lilly-and-Crab-Apple-in-eggshell-please, run-to-Home-Depot-fifteen-times-in-one-day, god-help-me-I-swear-I’ll-never-do-this-ever-again kind of painting. It’s not making me a very happy person. And if anyone invents a paint roller that completely rinses out in a minute, I will bear their children, be they male or female.

I’m also not happy because I’m having a hard time wrapping my mind around the fact that Laura Branigan, the emoter of such songs as Glora and Self-Control, as well as the owner of a five-octave-range voice, died last Thursday. She is forever associated with my club-hopping days of yore, where Gloria would be blaring overhead while my feet were getting stomped on by a drunk cross-dresser at the Stud. Memories…

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  1. Gay Librarian
    Gay Librarian September 5, 2004 at 8:41 am | | Reply

    I was devastated by LB’s death, but didn’t really know how to eulogize her in my own blog, but your memories of the Stud seem to do it perfectly (except for the love/revenge fantasies that “Solitaire” always engendered when I was dancing at the Casbah).

    I’m glad someone else noticed.


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