I am part of a documentary about the New York burlesque scene called “Burlesque: a Reemergence”; weird, because the title makes it sound like burlesque has been submerged somewhere.  Regardless, the team making it is a lovely group of people and they are doing the whole thing right.  They are talking to the absolute best out there and they aren’t shying away from the darker, more provocative acts.  Some members of the team were a bit shocked and provoked by this element of burlesque because they had only seen the pretty fans and feather boas and not the fake blood and poop.  There was even discussion about whether or not some of it constituted art.

I spent the morning hungover and exhausted from performing last night, being interviewed for this documentary.  I only hope I didn’t come across as an angry old shit when they asked me whether burlesque is an art.  As I said in a recent post, art is anything that isn’t washing the dishes or taking out the trash.  I really, really hate that kind of question and I fear that comes across in the interview.  I don’t want to have to come to you and have you tell me whether something is art or not.

I need a nap.  Frrrt.