Sistah, my sistah

[Sistah, my sistah. Chay's musings on not having anyone to share childhood memories with naturally got me to thinking about my sister. She and her buddy Ananda showed at Backflip last night (there is an official moratorium on all Go-Go's related materials, or even their name, at huntington.diaryland.com for at least six months. Even if Jane Wiedlin comes up to me on the street and asks me to be in her next project because she REALLY needs a trombonist who hasn't even had the thing out of its case in five years and has it propped up in the hall to hold the the key bowl, Those Women Are Verboten Here) and Kate doesn't even like 80's music. When she and her husband moved to Oakland last year, we did the usual "oh, we're so much closer, we'll hang out all the time." You can guess how that's gone.]

[Still, we met at the Paramount last month, and she came into the city for yesterday's event. As she sat and smiled gamely at all the fags and hags who would be into such a thing, I was once again grateful to my parents for giving me so sparkly a companion with whom to survive childhood. She knows where my bodies are buried, at least up 'til my 18th year, and can fix me with the most unique, laser-like glance when something I or someone else says sparks a mutual memory or sets off her finely tuned bullshit detector.]

[While honoring my moratorium by not actually mentioning its reason for being, I must give John his usual gold star for putting together a stellar gathering last night. I'd say about twenty people showed, which is 17 more than Backflip usually gets before 9PM, so ownership was happy. Mostly 30-ish queers and their molls, sipping cosmos and margaritas. My moll was Violet, who showed up in a fantastic leopard-print mini and high-heeled go-go (I can use that word as a common adjective, just not as a proper noun) boots. She gave Ananda (who is starting at Boalt in the fall) and me advice about that intimidating first year, and flirted tipsily with boys and girls. John's loyal friend Fatima also came, even though she's too young to remember Bel--uh, the lead singer's solo career, much less the group's early 80's work, and got confused as to which of these great women (Kate or Violet) was my sister. I was proud to claim both of them.]

[It is now imperative that I listen only to music produced by current artists. Oh, shit, Depeche Mode and R.E.M. put out albums yesterday, too...]

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