for March 13, 2002
[Every generation has that one defining moment that demands that any creative mind that can bear witness to it, do so as lucidly and completely as possible. On the other hand, Leif Garrett played the Court Tavern in New Brunswick, NJ last Friday, but several of ALTROK's writers decided to chronicle it just the same. Today, Robin Pastorio-Newman marvels at the shininess of it all.]
by Your Diva, Robin Pastorio-Newman
Your Darling, Your Diva, Your One True Love loathes being the voice of
reason, preferring by far to be the voice of Let's Order Godiva By Mail
For No Reason Whatever. In an emergency like a Leif Garrett / F8 show at
the Court Tavern, Your Delight may sit bolt upright on her chaise lounge
and holler, "Inform Professor Hawking: time slows in direct proportion
to an increase in the number of tube tops."
Before we mother-may-I another umbrella step: yesterday, the One True
Tami outlined events as they occurred and boredom as it did. Sadly, if
we hadn't been surrounded by our most captivating friends we would've
been hard pressed to find a pulse. The Court
Tavern's basement, packed with people we knew intimately and varieties
of people we'd only seen in WalMart, heated damply and smokily. Eyes
burned. Tension made strangers hollowly congenial. Yes. Yes. Yes to you,
too. It is hot enough for me. Shut up.
The crowd's odd composition piqued Your Glee's interest. Specifically,
mid- to late-thirties women, too-slick twenty-something groupies and
Court regulars, who resemble a tasty assortment of mixed nuts, rubbed
(and sometimes chafed) elbows during Frankenstein 3000 and Mars Needs
Women; the New Brunswick Despair Uniform (black shirt/blue jeans/black
shoes) clashed quietly with Mentos-pastel chenille sweaters. During Leif
Garrett's set, I walked through the crowd, waiting for inspiration to
strike, or comprehension, or, failing that, ceiling tiles to fall on my
head. Why were these people there? And why didn't bitterly complaining
At the merchandise table, the woman selling t-shirts turned out to be
the band's publicist, Barbara Papageorge. Who comes to a Leif Garrett
show? She says three types: fans for twenty years, fans of VH1's Behind
the Music, and the curious. Aha. That explains the tank top half-covering the caesarian scar. It also explains drunks
shouting, "WHERE'S THE WHEELCHAIR?"
Papageorge said Leif Garrett's longtime fans are the rabid, devoted
kind. Pointing to three women who might look more at home serving
cookies to the PTA, she said, "They've seen three shows this week. This
lady's got a fan website. Ask her about it." Thank you. No. Your Diva
fears the zealous fan who took a week's vacation and put Fluffy in the
kennel to follow Leif Garrett up and down the East Coast.
Essentially, days and a dozen conversations later, what's clear is that
Leif Garrett is just a nice guy trying to make a living, and people pay
to look at him. Why? That's still clear as mud.
©2002 Robin Pastorio-Newman
All material ©2001-2014 Sean Carolan, except as noted.
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