The Vast Haze Of Disco

To every generation a dance floor is born.

Matty pointed up at the spray of antlers (painted white and tangled together) that hung overhead. "Remember when they used to have disco balls up there?" I died a little inside. "They don’t have discos anymore." Matty is too young to have studied at Studio 54 or dined out of Danceteria. His baited questions were less about the subtle changes in nightclub decor over the decades and more a naked bid for blog attention. "I haven’t been on a dance floor since before mobile phones had cameras," he lied after a group photo flashed by an iPhone.  But I indulged. "No one calls them mobile phones, either."

Moon Stuck

So there is a super moon going on right now. This means the moon is full and at its closest point so it looks a lot larger and brighter than usual. This also means everyone is batshit crazy. What a perfect night for Broadway Bares at the Roseland Ballroom.

For those of you who aren't from NYC and think Smash is a wild night at the theatre, hold on to your aisle seats because you ain't seen nothin' yet. Twenty-three years ago, Broadway Bares started as a fundraiser where Broadway dancers would do a burlesque show to raise money to fight HIV/AIDS. The event has grown and tonight raised more than $1.5 million and had over 200 dancers peeling it all off for charity (including my pal Christopher Sieber in a wild leather thong and chains!). You weren't there so here is a glimpse of the show: