Showing posts with label Patrick Cowley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Patrick Cowley. Show all posts

Saturday, 26 August 2023

Sharing unexpected love

A chance discovery from scanning the "death notices" on Wikipedia, as is my wont, throws up a rather obscure name - but one who was integral to a genre of music that I (and myriad queens worldwide) went nuts over in the mid-80s, Hi-NRG!

Mr Denis LePage (for it is he) emerged from the unlikely music scene of Quebec in Canada to become not only a key member of disco favourites Kat Mandu (whose The Break, written by Mr LePage, was a worldwide club hit in the late 70s), but later with his wife formed the electronic duo Lime, responsible for many key dance choons in that heady, hedonistic era. Denis was also a gifted multi-instrumentalist and producer with hundreds of credits ranging from Carol Jani to France Joli.

This brought me to recall a post featuring Lime that I did on this very blog (gulp!) fifteen years ago.

For your delectation, dear reader, here it is again. Somebody pass the poppers!

Madam Arcati has just found this faboo little gem of a megamix featuring our Great Earth Mother Divine:

Of course, revisiting this kind of music always sets me off on a Hi-NRG kick - and so here are few other gems from the heady gay music era of the 1980s. First up the brilliant Lime, with a video evidently filmed in November somewhere in Norfolk:

Next, a pair of "uber-butch" queens, Patrick Cowley...

...and and Paul Parker:

And finally, winning the award for possibly the worst mime by "badly made-up drag" ever, here's the superb Flirts!

Whew...


FOOTNOTE: Interestingly Mr LePage transitioned to "Nini Nobless" in the final years of their life.

Wednesday, 6 September 2017

He really wanted to be Patti Labelle


"An androgynous, cross-dressing, openly gay, African American, falsetto-singing, unapologetically flaming man-diva influenced primarily by church women, black blues singers, drag queens, hippies, and homos... Sylvester rode his marginality right into the mainstream: a star not despite the boundaries of race, gender, and sexuality he eagerly crossed but because of them.” - Joshua Gamson, The Fabulous Sylvester: The Legend, The Music, The Seventies in San Francisco

"His record label saw greater popularity for Sylvester’s stunning vocal skills, and pressured him to “butch up” his image. Defiantly, he attended meetings with executives in full-on drag." - Immortal Socialites magazine

"Despite the obvious magic he had with dance material, Sylvester never viewed himself as a disco act. You see, he really wanted to be Patti Labelle." - San Francisco Queer Cultural Center

"When people would ask him to label himself – gay rights activist, drag queen, etc. – he would say simply and proudly, 'I am Sylvester.'" - David Masciotra, Pop Matters
It would have been the 70th birthday today of the ultimate Queen of Disco!

All hail...






There will never be another...

Sylvester James, Jr. (6th September 1947 – 16th December 1988)

Friday, 5 September 2014

Let me show you how



With a feeling of loss in our hearts after news of the death of dear Joan Rivers, our thoughts as we look forward to the impending weekend turn to another late, great icon - the fantabulosa Sylvester. He would have been 57 tomorrow...

Bringing a suitable amount of sparkle to the occasion, here he is accompanied by (another great talent taken from us too soon) Mr Patrick Cowley - and their classic Do You Wanna Funk?


Thank Disco It's Friday!

Sylvester James (6th September 1947 – 16th December 1988)

Wednesday, 11 June 2008

Talkin’ ’bout Menergy

Madam Arcati has just found this faboo little gem of a megamix featuring our Great Earth Mother Divine:


Of course, revisiting this kind of music always sets me off on a Hi-NRG kick - and so here are few other gems from the heady gay music era of the 1980s. First up the brilliant Lime, with a video evidently filmed in November somewhere in Norfolk:


Next, a pair of "uber-butch" queens, Patrick Cowley...


...and and Paul Parker:


And, finally, winning the award for possibly the worst mime by "badly made up trannies" ever, here's the superb Flirts!


Whew...