Master of Ceremonies: a True Story of Love, Murder, Roller Skates and Chippendales Diary 10-6-08
Master of Ceremonies: a True Story of Love, Murder, Roller Skates and Chippendales Diary 10-6-08
San Francisco, Baghdad by the Bay, the Mish, the Rock, the Tenderknob, the place I left my heart, she is calling my name, and on Wednesday I’m going to answer. I’m supersupersupersuper psyched about the Bay Area fishnet-stocking-covered leg of my tour. Litquake, City Lights, Book Passage, Kepler’s, from over the Golden Gate Bridge, to the North Beach Bohemia, to Chico (the Paris of central California) to the tie-dyed bosom of Berkeley, to the heaving bosom of the Center for Sex and Culture, I will be spreading my metaphoric seed all over my favorite spot on God’s green earth. And my heart soars like the eagle as I contemplate the wild talents I will be surrounded with for these shows we’re putting on. I saw Alan Black read last week at Rocky Sullivan’s Bar in Brooklyn, and I can honestly say with total quivocation that listening to this angry Scotsman (is that redundant?) tell his tale will be worth the price of admission. Wait a minute, the events are all free. But I will go on the record as saying that Alan Black would be worth the price of admission if it was 10 times that much. And Beth Lisick, besides having written a funny ass, smart, most excellent book, is also a performer with mad mad mad skillz. And she raises the hotty factor exponentially just by showing up. Plus, there will be massive amounts of rocksolid information about the nuts and bolts of how to tell and sell the stories of your life, with much of the smoke and many of the mirrors removed from the ridiculous publishing business. And then there is the Sex Worker Literati show, starring the one and only Dr. Carol Queen. If you’ve never seen her, you have not truly lived a full life. And if you have, you’d be amazed how much more you get on second viewing. Plus, we have a cavalcade of badass, sassy, sexy readers who I personally guarantee are going to tear it up. So, as ex-millionaires jump off buildings on Wall Street, I will wing my way from the city that never sleeps to the City. Below you will find all the 411 and then some. Xox David
