This was Sydney after going to the history of the East Village art show at, I believe, the New Museum of Contemporary Art:
someday i'm gonna curate my own EV show cuz they never explained for instance why all the bases of lampposts were covered in shards of ceramics--they didn't have pictures of all these great bottle trees and stufed animal sulptures that used to be on ave b and ca 6th and ave c....and they didn't have videos by tom rubinitz who made the first video of wigstock but died of aids and they had things about pyramid but not boy bar...or lots of other things like these great videos that exist of rupaul as starbooty--some of those were made when they were still in atlanta but i was happy to see ann magnusson and photos by a friend of mine ande whyland--she used to bartend at boy bar and she and her girlfriend dany were like original club 57 people and i used to write this horrible nightlife column but the best column i think that we ever did was when we interviewed them and got an oral history of nightlife on the lower east side....and the EV show had a "back to life" issue of my comrade which used to be a great zine and you'd flip it over and the other side was sister! edited by dany but the issue at the new museum didn't have that...which was too bad...but all in all i'm glad i got my butt down there finally cuz now i have richard kern to add to my messy influence list...and some of the arch connelly things covered in beads were great...i love the intro text the EV was at its heyday 1981-1987--i'm like typical i missed it by one year...oh yeah and no rocknroll fag bar which is where night of 1000 stevies started.. no act up....see that's the thing about the EV that the show missed sort of-- it isn't the art objects per se that are important but rather that people tried to live their lives as art...and so it was about people and not about paintings or graffiti or whatever...and so much of it you had to experience like you had to experience karen finley live...i will never forget seeing her on valentine's day at pyramid naked and covered in chocolate and throwing out those hearts with dumb phrases on them into the audience....yelling fuck you...it was a moment...and now it's a memory and how many moments have passed into memories and I guess that's how you know you are aging but it is odd how deeply unaware I am of the movement of time…probably explains why I'm always late…
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