Last night every damn drag queen in New York – and more than a few out of towners – got all gussied up in chiffon and lace and ribbons for the 16th annual Night of a Thousand Stevies at the Knitting Factory. Once a year all the queens and fags and a bunch of straight girls dress up like Stevie Nicks and lip sync and do covers and performances.I know, it’s weird, right? Not Cher, not Bette Midler, not Barbara Streisand, not Madge. Stevie Nicks. "Dreams" singin', coke snortin', slept with every rock star of the 70s and 80s, gained a ton of weight in the 90s Stevie Nicks. Uh-huh, you see your gypsy.
My friend Blue was dressed as Mick Fleetwood from the cover of Rumours, complete with dangling balls. I managed to pull together a Mirage era Lindey Buckingham look at literally the last minute.
It was so corny, so campy, it was brilliant. I saw Cyndi Lauper, fresh from a performance of The Threepenny Opera, watching the show from the balcony. She tripped and stumbled into an unsuspecting gay boy who got all smiley and glowy when he realized he'd broken the fall of an 80s pop star. Musto was there, looking kinda awkward. Miss Guy and Sherry Vine performed. The legendary Chi Chi Valenti emceed. Downstairs the DJ spun Stevie songs all night long. Everytime a new song came on everyone cheered like they were surprised to hear Stevie. I must have heard "Stand Back" seven times. And everyone sang along.
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That is horrifying.
In the current issue of Rolling Stone:
An anecdote from Annie Liebowitz about shooting the classic Rolling Stone cover of the member of Fleetwood Mac in bed together in the middle of all the bed-hopping turmoil.
Liebowitz brought some coke to the shoot. She had been on tour with the Rolling Stones most of the year and, to her, it seemed like the polite thing to do. The band acted a little nervous and then, she says, did it all with blinding speed. It wasn't until after the shoot she learned the band had just been through rehab to kick the habit.
Oops.
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