Liza with a Zed!
This past year, I had the chance to realize a dream of every gay man in North America . . . I got to see LIZA MINNELLI!!! TWICE!!!!!
Cell Phone Boy and I went to see her at the premier of her concert on film (Liza With A 'Z', filmed in NYC, 1972) at the Toronto International Film Festival in September (Pictured). I didn't know until that day that Liza was off the booze. She was so fantastically funny; better than I could have ever thought.
Not two months later, The Boyfriend had given me concert tickets to see Ms. Minnelli for my birthday. Early November we were headed off to Casino Ramma for a really . . . interesting (?) concert. She may have been off the booze ("Trust me, it's Gatorade"), but I think the years of emulating her mother had taken their toll on her voice . . . and co-ordination . . . and balance . . . and depth perception. Still, one of my greatest nights in recent memory. Not to mention that the hottest man in the auditorium was sitting right beside me.
It's a shame, what happened to her mother and her. Hollywood, fame, and all the ego and expectations that go along with it; is it really worth it? They were truly two of the greatest entertainers that ever set foot on this planet. But at what cost?
Sad to think that they did all they could for their fans . . . to be loved by people . . . to be admired . . . to be accepted . . . to be adored. Only to have the great Baby Gumm die, sad and alone, and the talented young Ms. Minnelli be so used.
WE love you Liza. We will always love you. Keep sipping the Gatorade.
Cell Phone Boy and I went to see her at the premier of her concert on film (Liza With A 'Z', filmed in NYC, 1972) at the Toronto International Film Festival in September (Pictured). I didn't know until that day that Liza was off the booze. She was so fantastically funny; better than I could have ever thought.
Not two months later, The Boyfriend had given me concert tickets to see Ms. Minnelli for my birthday. Early November we were headed off to Casino Ramma for a really . . . interesting (?) concert. She may have been off the booze ("Trust me, it's Gatorade"), but I think the years of emulating her mother had taken their toll on her voice . . . and co-ordination . . . and balance . . . and depth perception. Still, one of my greatest nights in recent memory. Not to mention that the hottest man in the auditorium was sitting right beside me.
It's a shame, what happened to her mother and her. Hollywood, fame, and all the ego and expectations that go along with it; is it really worth it? They were truly two of the greatest entertainers that ever set foot on this planet. But at what cost?
Sad to think that they did all they could for their fans . . . to be loved by people . . . to be admired . . . to be accepted . . . to be adored. Only to have the great Baby Gumm die, sad and alone, and the talented young Ms. Minnelli be so used.
WE love you Liza. We will always love you. Keep sipping the Gatorade.
posted by Lance Morrison @ 1:59 AM
1 Comments:
Liza would only suck Barbra's ass if there was a quelude lodged in it.
Liza has stage presence; she moves, dances, and uses every inch of her stage to put on what can only be equated to a Broadway show, rather than a concert (mind you, I am refering to early Liza, not drunk off your ass Liza). But Barbra just stands there with her mic stand shoved so far up her ass she can't move at all. She just stands and walks around talking about how fabulous she thinks she is.
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