“I’m a man learning how to be a man’s man man,” growls Casey Spooner, finishing off the sleazy club anthem “Everything Is Just Alright,” which began with the description, “I smell the smoke, I smell the piss, I smell the anger,” an apparent reference to Nowhere Bar (I can attest–it fits). While a deceptively short … Continue reading
It might surprise you, dearest Filthy Dreams readers, but Filthy Dreams can’t cover every show I’d like to. Writing one post a week, plus an occasional guest writer post here and there, it’s not inconceivable that Filthy Dreams would miss some spectacular shows that deserved to be delved into in depth. Sometimes I see a … Continue reading
Is it possible to look back to that gold lamé-draped, handlebar moustache-wearing, disco-dancing, cruising post-Stonewall era of the 1970s without the lens of the HIV/AIDS pandemic, which would irrevocably alter the course of LGBTQ life? Can you look at artwork, photographs and other documentation from that decade without searching for the images and names of those who would disappear in the decades to come? Or of the others who would become continual caregivers to friends and lovers? Or the clubs, bathhouses, piers and others spaces that would be shuttered for fear of transmission? Continue reading
Why hello there! Come–sit down, take your snow boots off and have a swig from our flask. What are our plans for tonight? Naturally, we’re headed to Beverly Hills…no, of course, not THAT awful Beverly Hills in Los Angeles. We, here at Filthy Dreams, have been waiting with baited breath for tonight’s opening of Beverly Hills John, our … Continue reading