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Martha Graham Cracker fans, get ready to get your fill of the city’s hairiest drag queen. The leggy chanteuse is performing all over the place this week—including a debut in the newly opened cabaret lounge at Franky Bradley’s—before she jets off to Louisville, Kentucky for a month with Pig Iron Theatre Company.
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Don’t f*ck with me, fellas! This ain’t my first time at the rodeo!
I am willing to take bets that we’ll be hearing this line, plus many others, at the upcoming collaboration between The Bearded Ladies and Dito van Reigersberg. The dynamic duo will be camping it up for a two-performance-only special benefit aptly titled Mommie Queerest, where Bearded Ladies Artistic Director John Jarboe and van Reigersberg will fight to the finish (Bring me the axe!) to see who will star as Joan Crawford in their show within a show. Read more »
We’re finally down to the last page of our 2014 calendars, and it’s time to start thinking about what will fill that space on our walls in 2015.
We’ve already shared one sexy option, Philadoptables’ Hunks for Hounds calendar, but if you’re looking for something with a little more hunk and a lot less hound, you should check out the latest from Mauckinbird Theatre Company.
The 2015 Men of Mauckingbird calendar features fantastic images of some of its leading men over the years—from recent Barrymore winner James Ijames and Dito van Reigersberg to Evan Jonigkeit, who you may have seen on the big screen this summer in X-Men: Days of Future past.
Proceeds from the calendar will support Mauckingbird, a theater troupe that prides itself on staging theatrical works with a gay twist. Upcoming shows include Hot N Cole, a big ol’ gay celebration of all things Cole Porter.
Calendars are $20 each, and can be purchased here.
I am awed as I sit down at my old-fangled typewriter to report on Stevie Wonder’s show last night at the Wells Fargo Center. It was tremendous.
Stevie played grand piano, upright piano (on “Ebony Eyes”), several harmonicas, and he sang with his effortless tenor. He was backed by a sumptuous array of world-class performers, including a killer horn section, six stunning backup singers, India.Arie as his beauteous and fashionable guest vocalist, and a terrific string section plucked from Philly (including my friend and violin whiz Erica Miller, who accompanied my alter ego Martha Graham Cracker at L’Etage for my all-string-quartet show last Thursday.)
Here are 12 things I learned during last night’s show that I thought you might find interesting, as well:
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“Sometimes I feel like Martha’s more well-known than I am — she’s eclipsed me.” Photograph by Chris Crisman
Hard to say what Martha Graham Cracker noticed a few seconds ago as she left the band and the stage and slinked through the crowd. Hard to say why she picked out from the 100 people packed into this blackened room a certain middle-aged white guy in a white button-up shirt, but right now Martha has her legs wrapped around this guy’s neck.
The guy is standing next to a rectangular bar at the back of L’Étage, a nightclub and cabaret off South Street. Martha’s sitting on the bar and leaning back into the bartenders’ space, legs up in the air so that her calves are balanced on the guy’s shoulders, wireless microphone in her right hand. She’s singing Whitney Houston’s “I Have Nothing” — like, really singing it, powerfully, seriously, an emotionally naked song about desperation and fear, singing it in her strong, lovely voice, a spotlight piercing the dark and illuminating her face.
And part of the comedy here, part of the reason that all 100 people are laughing and clapping in surprise and delight, is that Martha’s not even looking at the guy who is struggling between her legs. Smiling but struggling as a friend or partner films it on her smartphone. Almost certainly a new experience for the guy, being this close to a drag queen, much less a drag queen like Martha: six-foot-two and hairy-chested, hairy-armed, hairy-legged; not a man trying to pass as a woman but a defiantly unmown lawn of a man in a blond pixie wig and a blue dress and six-inch heels that are now crossed behind the dude’s neck in a hammerlock as Martha’s guitarist and bassist and keyboardist and drummer play the Whitney Houston song and Martha sings:
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Photo courtesy of Jauhien Sasnou.
In 1995, a group of Swarthmore grads decided to start a “dance-clown-theatre ensemble,” performing strange works in church basements. They called it Pig Iron Theatre Company. After nearly 20 years, the brainchild of Dan Rothenberg, Dito van Reigersberg and Gabriel Quinn Bauriedel (pictured, left to right) has become Philadelphia’s most prestigious independent theater group, helping put our theater scene on the map in a major way. (Take that, New York!)
Their annual benefit at the Troc is the biggest single-day theater event in the city, with an 800-plus crowd every time. This year’s punny theme: “Lights, Ham-eras, Action!” Expect drag queens, acrobatics, song-and-dance numbers worthy of an Oscars opening — oh, and pure genius. Fri., Jan. 24, 7 p.m., $25-$150, 1003 Arch St.