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Remember a couple of months ago when I posted all that stuff about Sissy Bounce? Well, the meme is done blowed up, ’cause Gambit Weekly’s current cover story is about–you guessed it–Sissy Bounce.

Not surprisingly, writer Alison Fensterstock is a much smarter writer than I am, and had enough time and curiosity to really explore the topic. Among the article’s more interesting tidbits is verification of what I’d expected: that straight Bounce rappers aren’t exactly thrilled with all the attention being lavished on the sissies. As rapper Plies recalls from his visit to a New Orleans club this July:

“And the DJ played one of those songs,” he said. “What the f*** is that? Come on, play some Soulja Slim or something, play Dizzy’s “Work Ya Elbows.’ The DJs act like they don’t have any other music to play. It’s nothing against them. It’s just the only thing I hear now in bounce is gay, and it’s something I don’t want my children to hear,” Meana added, although he was careful to note that gangsta rap and his own songs glorifying drug use are also off-limits in his house. “They can listen to the radio version,” he said. “But I hear the same complaint (that bounce is gay) at the barbershop, at the studio, everywhere I go.”

Which is, I guess, a marginally more tolerant response than we’d have gotten five or ten years ago. So: yay, but also, boo.

Regardless of the homophobia Allison exposes, it’s a great piece. And as if that weren’t enough, the equally awesome author (and recently repatriated New Orleanian) Kevin Allman has posted a lengthy Q&A he had with Ms. Fensterstock about the whole experience of researching and writing the article. Among her observations:

[T]he NOLA sissies are less a part of queer culture at large, I think, than they are a part of New Orleans culture. There’s a huge Internet fan base for them. It’s totally possible that Freedia or Katey would have a RuPaul moment. They have that kind of rock star quality. But as Matt Miller, who directed the bounce documentary said, the problem is also with the regional quality of the music – it’s really simple and rough and based a lot on the neighborhood-projects-school call and response. So that might inhibit it translating nationally more than the sissy-ness would. But I hope they do.

Also worthy of excitement: the Bounce documentary she mentions, which features several Sissy Bouncers. More yay for your Wednesday:

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High Museum #2

That’s Jonno, being a shutterbug at the High Museum as Kara Walker looms in the background. Not pictured: Tyler and Jay, because I totally forgot to call them. Richard = idiot.

Perhaps that’s all for the best, though, since neither Jonno nor I were especially high on the High (although I’m envious of its URL). Here are some words I would use to describe it: white, gargantuan, cold, unfriendly, unintuitive, choppy. Also: needlessly spread out and oddly curated. The nail in the coffin? A jumble of cultural artifacts from Burkina Faso hidden amongst the museum’s collection of 19th century European fine art. Just plain weird.

On the other hand, while in Columbus my mom took me to the aptly named Columbus Museum, which featured a beautiful, concise collection, including two huge paintings by Bo Bartlett and a good bit of historic paraphernalia. And unlike the High’s $18 admission charge, the Columbus Museum was absolutely free. It was like, you know, a study in contrasts. Or something.

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ME, NOW

I am in a hotel room in Atlanta, Georgia. The room is pale yellow and white and the walls intersect with the ceiling at right angles. I am sure the acoustics are terrible, although there is picture molding, which might mitigate that.

I do not know why there is picture molding, because the only picture in the room is hung directly on the wall with a nail. I hate this picture. It is a mass-produced garden scene in the Impressionist style. I have always thought that the Impressionists were overrated and this is not helping their case.

There is a strange lump at the threshold to the bathroom: a tiny ramp to the elevated tile floor. Perhaps something is buried beneath the bathroom: small children? Dinosaurs? One cannot say.

The room is bland and inoffensive to the point of being offensive. Perhaps something more interesting would be here if William Tecumseh Sherman had not burned it to the ground. Or maybe this was the site of a sad candle shop that deserved to be destroyed. Again: one cannot say.

In other news, I had a wonderful time with my bio-mom, Callie, over the past two days. I had never visited Columbus before and plan do so again soon. More on that later.

I should also develop a less sci-fi term than “bio mom” to distinguish Callie from my adoptive mother. I’ll work on that.

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REM, Pearl Jam call for presidential debate in New Orleans

A string of acts including REM, Pearl Jam and My Morning Jacket have petitioned for the candidates in the US Presidential election to debate in New Orleans about Louisiana coastal wetlands restoration and hurricane recovery.

Ok Go, Jackson Browne, Trent Reznor, Funky Meters, Allen Toussaint are also among the acts to sign the petition which is requesting that politicians focus on issues in the area from wetlands rebuilding and a sustainable hurricane recovery programme.

The Presidential forum is being organised by Google and YouTube, in which members of the public will be able to ask questions of the candidates by submitting YouTube videos. So far, neither Senator Barack Obama nor Senator John McCain have committed to the event. [emphasis totally mine]

via NME.com

Which is not only good news for New Orleans, but also for Pearl Jam, because they probably could use the publicity. Frankly, I’m surprised to see they’re still alive.

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Ladies and gentlemen, it’s official: New Orleans is finally a part of the Google Street View family. Just go to Google Maps as usual, enter a street address, and if there’s a street view available, it’ll pop up right on the map. Sweet!

Based on the view of my house, I’m guessing they’ve been working on this for a while–at least since last year. But whatevs: we’ve arrived.*

* Insofar as a vaguely creepy invasion of privacy counts as “arrived”.

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Via DJ Sensational Gravity Boy, a broadside advertising the boyfriend’s DJ gig in Atlanta this Friday. (I will be playing the role of groupie, with occasional outbursts of pushy wannabe pop starlet.)

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That’s right, this Friday at Mary’s it’s a…

HOMOSEXUAL WEB 1.0 DJ SHOWDOWN

Join me and real life internet celebutante Jonno* aka DJ Punch & Pie for Happy Hour this Friday @ Mary’s. We’ll have the hottest hits and remixes from the likes of Hercules & Love Affair, DJ Koze, Matias Aguayo, Sebastien Tellier, Dopplebanger, The Grid (the dude from Soft Cell who is not Marc Almond) and even stuff other people like!

DJ Sensational Gravity Boy

w/Special Guest DJ Punch & Pie

Friday, Aug 8, 2008

6ish to 10ish PM

Mary’s Atlanta

1287 Glenwood

Heart of EAV

Want P!O!P! Music + Elektro Disko Beatz?

* IRL? OMG! LOL!

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THINGS I HAVE DONE IN THE PAST 24 HOURS

  • Removed not one, but two doves from our dining room. (What is it with me and birds?) Apparently they came in through a broken windowpane, which I’ve since mended. I toyed with donning a green skirt suit before going after the Poor Little Things, but it seems I don’t own one. Pity.
  • Closed a show. It was a totally fun show to do, but still: yay.
  • Began packing for a teensy road trip to see my bio-mom on her home turf, which is, oddly, something I’ve never done. Afterward, I’ll be heading to Atlanta for the weekend. (The bf is spinning at Mary’s: you are witnessing the return of DJ Punch And Pie.) Ladies of the 404, drop a line.
  • Became slightly nauseated at the sight of feeder bands in the night sky. I know Edouard isn’t coming for a visit, but what can I say? I’ve been scarred.
  • Eaten too much duck before bedtime, which didn’t do anything for my sleep habits, but did reiterate my feelings for foul.
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Apparently, reality show juggernaut (and potential Titanic) Project Runway is doing things a little differently this season: in a bid to wring every last cent from the show before it’s dragged kicking and screaming to Lifetime, Bravo is auctioning off every article of clothing that the current crop of talent-challenged tailors lay their clumsy little hands on.

What’s funny is that the winning bids are all over the map. Kelli’s clever vacuum bag ensemble from the first episode generated a whopping $1,025–plus shipping! Blayne’s annoying “Girlicious” thingamabob, however–which everyone said looked like a diaper, but I thought looked like a low-rent rehash of Mole’s “Wrasslin’ Rita” outfit from Desperate Living–generated $60. And the winner was “Blaynesmom”. Double-ouch.

And for those who don’t know/remember the Desperate Living reference:

(FYI: the fat older lady spectator with the bob and the headband who does the “Give her what for!” move is one of my favorite John Waters characters ever–and girlfriend doesn’t say a word.)