So last night, I went to the Blue Note. Why? Well, a certain 77 year old diva was giving a show. Yes indeed, Eartha Kitt.
Boy and girls, I have to tell you, Miss Eartha has GOT it. Get thee to the Blue Note and see this show, if you can. She's there til Sunday.
The voice, the legs, the shimmy, the style, the stories. God, it was wonderful. And fag-tastic, too. Lots of cuties in the crowd. But none compared to Miss Eartha (who shook my hand, no less. I'm going to wash it again, though, don't worry).
There was a moment (during "C'est Si Bon," natch) where she was interacting with this goumba in the audience... chatting him up in French, no less, and she asked him if he parlez-vous-ed. "Je parle francais un tres peut," he replied.
"Et tres mal," she retorted. (It's hysterical if you actually speak French). She tried him in Spanish, too, to even less success. I'm not sure if this was funnier than when she singled out a (different) guy in the front row and proceeded to shimmy and shake and basically belly dance to a very seductive song, and the (young, straight) guy clearly wasn't "moved." At the end of her substantial efforts (hell, I almost had a hard on, she was amazing), she said to him, "Next time, bring your father." The crowd exploded into laughter. She's a feisty one, Miss Eartha!
So fuck the nunnery, get thee to the land of the real Catwoman, Miss Eartha Kitt. At the Blue Note through Sunday. Go! Get thee hence!
(Speaking of "real" Catwomen, what's Julie Newmar up to these days, anyhow?)
Posted by Jon at July 23, 2004 11:15 AM | TrackBack