he's done it -yet- again!!!
Last time he did it I knew beforehand and convinced my one beloved auntie to attend the official presentation at some obscure record store in Baltimore and happily spend $15 to get "A John Waters Christmas"; (avec autographe). It sits between similarly signed copies of a 2004 Baltimore Film Festival program and a spring 1999 NY Gallery Guide – with none other than a double Warhol portrait on the cover.
I don't recall any teenage fascinations except the requisite fads and
crushes (I was too busy being angry and cleaning the house) but I do remember being extremely curious about a certain Mr. Waters because:
a) he hailed from a town as boring yet interesting-for-all-the-wrong-reasons as my hated/beloved Trujillo.
b) his muse was an overweight actor who performed in drag (I still
have a clipping from a 1988 Life magazine about Divine's death).
Although it took me a while to watch one of his films, (on TV, with commercials, dubbed to Spanish, on a late night weekday, the unfortunately re-recycled "Hairspray") I have been a fan ever since -fanatic to the extent of following him on the streets of SoHo to get his autograph...).
His films will be the subject of a future entry –thanks Rod!– now I beckon you to stop your cheap, downloading selves and go spend $15 or so to get "A Date with John Waters", the cover picture alone is worth your money!
The selection of songs is pure Waters: preposterously obscure, freakishly funny and somehow absolutely coherent. Just like in his movies, the master of disaster manages to merely put together the result of his endless quest for the ultimate laugh inducing stunner. I won't support your stinginess, so miss a movie or force your pet into a diet by handing in 3 Lincolns for this new gem.
---Jano---