Inappropriate Content: Dance

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Friday, May 20, 2005

Dance

The unfortunately rare writing of my heterosexual life-mate Sam Hanson has become that wonderful mixture of witty and bitchy mastered in our time by Gore Vidal and William F. Buckley.

Carons mediocre band, Letters on Mountains, opened the evening with Im Not Down, a rambling pseudo-ballad that was reminiscent of the worst of Ani DiFranco.

And phrases like “infuriatingly trendy,” too. There is a cold, dark place in my heart that enjoys watching others fail—and Sam makes that part of my heart dance a cruel little jig.