Friday, 16 August 2013


 
Everything is new


Every everything
everything is new
I cried everything
everything is new

 
I loved Anthony’s Scott Nina infused warble croon the moment I heard it coiling around Old Whore’s Diet, the closing track to the Rufus masterpiece Want. A serendipitous conversation with my friend Mike led me to I Am a Bird Now and a new love affair and greed for every recorded morsel was born. Antony’s ethereal transitioning otherness lit a fire that has burned since.




I first saw him perform at The Empire Music Hall in Belfast on the 3rd July 2005 with Mike at my side. The theatre was modest and we sat just a few feet away at a small round table lit with candles as the voice stirred deep silt from the soul mining depths. There was nothing contrived just a raw honesty and a desire to hold him close. At the end of the show a lady in her sixties with a tear stained face thrust a packet of chocolate rolos into his hand and said she loved him. I left wishing I’d had the courage to do the same.
 
8 years later on the 26 July 2013 I sat with my friend Jim by my side. The lights dimmed and the voice once more resonated in the darkness, eyes are falling, lips are falling, hair is falling to the ground, slowly, softly, falling, falling...
The Rapture
In darkness I was transported, transfixed and transitioned and to my delight Doreen was with me. I felt her course through my veins bringing oxygen to my starved muscles. And with each song her energy grew as tears ebbed from my eyes. I felt at home, safe and in another world. I imagined her sitting at the table in the kitchen with a cigarette and a cup tea, reading the paper.



Another World


I'm gonna miss the sea
I'm gonna miss the snow
I'm gonna miss the bees
I miss the things that grow
I'm gonna miss the trees
I'm gonna miss the sun
I miss the animals
I'm gonna miss you all
I need another place
Will there be peace
I need another world

Anthony talking about the
Swanlights show

 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Laser light bleeding finger tip cosmos
Yearning strings; voice spiral transition
Calling; calling me
Holding, holding me
Loving, loving me.



The Crying Light

Let I
Shy cry
Under the light
Let I
Cry sight
A child at night
I can
Have courage
To receive your
love


 



"I was no one, nobody, from Nowheresville until I became a drag queen.  That's what made me in New York, that's what made me in New Jersey, that's what made me in the world."

Martha P. Johnson - activist & drag mother - Born 1944 - Died 1992
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

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