So, you think you had a pretty rough childhood? You weren’t a good swimmer, you had to get braces, you broke your Gameboy Color—we get it. Yawn. Continue reading
In case you were wondering why the lower half of Harvard Square has spent the better part of a week blanketed in prophylactics, potsmoke and power chords—rest assured, we still got a couple of days left before the future leaders of the free world resume sowing the seeds of their inevitable sex, drugs, and rock and roll scandals. Continue reading
Although you would be technically correct in referring to the 86-year old vaudevillian veteran Mary Dolan as an “octogenarian” seeing how she is coming up on her ninth decade of making folks feel awfully conflicted below the belt, when it comes to the stage, you’re really only as old as you feel. Which clocks her in pretty clearly as a sexagenarian. A sexy-sex-sexagenarian, at that. Mary’ll be kicking off her slippers (and whatever else she’s got clinging to her ankles) over at Club Oberon for an evening of whiskey-soaked reminiscing of green rooms and casting couches past.
[FRI 7.1.11. 2 Arrow St., Cambridge. 617.496.8004. 8pm/GA $25 door/$20 adv. cluboberon.com]
We honestly haven’t put all that much thought into what we’d want to do for our big three-oh … mostly on account of all the rocking back and forth and screaming that happens whenever the subject comes up. But whatever we end up doing (denial party!), here’s hoping it has even a fraction of the freaky nudity that’s going to be going on for Mary Widow’s Dirty 30 bash at Oberon. The whole unclad crew of Black Cat Burlesque will be on hand (and knees) to show the fellow eccentric ecdysiast that you’re only as old as you feel. Namely, aroused.
[Fri 6.17.11. 2 Arrow St., Cambridge. 617.496.8004. 8pm/$20 table/$12.50 standing. cluboberon.com]
As with any other real estate transaction, getting’ inked is all about location, location, location. Are there any vacancies on your clavicle? Is this space easily concealable in the presence of family members/congregations/dyslexic romantic partners with a jealous streak? Is having a taxidermist in the basement of this back-alley tattoo parlor in Amsterdam going to pose any health risks? That last question in particular is one that the collegiate chattel of backpacker-butchering murder-comedy Permanent Designs (The Tattoo Play), opening tonight at Club Oberon, probably should have been asking. Coulda saved themselves a nasty infection. Not to mention all that dying.
[6.15.11. 2 Arrow St., Cambridge. 617.496.8004. 8pm/$27 door/$22.50 adv./$15 students. cluboberon.com]
This Thursday, giving Pride its proper can-can kickoff is Boston’s best and bawdiest genderqueer cabaret, cramming all the sass, spandex, and sweet, sweet sideburns they can fit in one serious evening of debauchery. You’d best be bringing a whole shitload of a singles, son. You’re gonna need ‘em. Continue reading
David Wax Museum’s third album pens a suitcase full of love letters as it navigates through Mexican villages, border towns, mountains and swamps. Most of them are addressed to someone who couldn’t come along for the trip, or got left behind on the way, but the affection expressed is also for the places themselves and the songs that were born there. Continue reading