Dear God….

Posted in Uncategorized on July 10, 2009 by percivalcantwrite

…what did I ever do to you to make people turn off the shower without redirecting the water to the faucet? Do you realize how mortifying an ice-cold blast of water to the face is just after you wake up? Verifying that the the little button is pressed down is something I don’t think I should be expected to absorb into my morning routine.

Drowsily,

-Percival

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May Update, Or…

Posted in Uncategorized on June 26, 2009 by percivalcantwrite

RIP Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson, and Ed McMahon! (Except I didn’t really care about you, Ed, until I realized you were the first in the inevitable triad of celebrity deaths)

The Faint & Ladytron @ The Grove of Anaheim

April 25, 2009

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I arrived at the venue with Jose (who tagged along reluctantly) and our friend Danny (who had seen neither The Faint nor Ladytron live before, but was a fan of both) with just enough time to wait in line for one drink at the bar before Ladytron started their set.

They played most of the songs I wanted to hear, but left something to be desired in their on-stage presence. Their lights were no doubt entrancing, but the highlight of the ensemble was the two lead songtresses, both of whom seemed “more concerned with being witches,” as Danny put it, than connecting with their audience. I agree with many of the reviews of the show that I’ve read: while The Faint and Ladyton together seem like a genius idea as far as drawing a like-minded crowd, the juxtaposition of bleak, stoic Ladytron and high-energy, pogo-friendly The Faint resulted in a disconnect between the two sets.

The lady-like silhouettes of Ladytron

The lady-like silhouettes of Ladytron

The Faint

The Faint

The Faint en rouge

The Faint en rouge

As far as enjoyability, when I’m attending concerts or events, I generally keep the attitude of “Fuck it, I paid my [price of admission] and I’m probably never going to see these people again in my life”. So when The Faint took the stage, I barely hesitated to shove my way to the front of my section and dance my fat little heart out. Yes, I am That Fat Guy at concerts. Yes, I need a 12 foot radius in which to dance, and yes I will sweat all over your sweat-banded little hipster head!


Rufus Wainwright @ The House of Blues, Anaheim

April 29, 2009

“Now, I know you’re going to go to the [Downtown Disney] parking lot to finish this – but don’t. This is Disneyland. There are cameras in your ass right now.” – Disney security guard to Jon, after being kicked out of a HOB Anaheim show for drunken fighting.

I had bought tickets to the Rufus Wainwright show several months ahead of time, thinking that me and my friend Leo where going to be the only ones attending. By the time the show rolled around, my brother and Vanessa, my friend Danny, and Leo and his husband were planning on being there.

I had originally envisioned this as a group outing, with the two couples, Danny and myself attending the show together. But, it didn’t quite work out that way. But I managed to see everyone at some point, which was made me feel like quite the social butterfly.

As much as I love Rufus, this show will not make it into my list top 10 concerts ever. The eyes of everyone in the crowd was almost creepily transfixed on the stage, without any hint of actually connecting with or enjoying the music, and, judging by the “shush” that Andrew and Vanessa received during the show, seemed to resent anyone else who was having a good time. I was also hoping to witness Rufus in his full glory, with an orchestra and back-up singers. Instead, it was just Rufus and a guitar/piano and while this set-up led to a very intimate and almost too casual tone (he forgot the words to several songs) I was nevertheless awestruck that Rufus was able to pull of some of his most technically difficult pieces such as “Vibrate” and “California”, the latter of which was preceded with this gem of an introduction:


Lucy Wainwright-Roche opened (while I was outside at the patio bar) and accompanied Rufus during a few songs along with Loudon Wainwright, a prolific late-1960s folk singer and composer of the score to Knocked Up (thank you, Wikipedia!).

Rufus and his guitar from afar (Hehe...that rhymes)

Rufus and his guitar from afar (Hehe...that rhymes)


May 3 was my first performance as a Men Alive chorister, Songs of the Noble Heart. I think the performance went well, but my fucking pants kept on falling down! Must get them altered before the July 17-18 performance of Wicked to Oz. I was unable to get any photos or video of the performance, so here’s a vid of the Berlin Phil and Rundfunkchor Berlin performing Verdi’s “Chorus of the Hebrew Slaves”, one of my favorite pieces we performed in the concert:


On May 16, I did something I thought I would never. I dragged my ass out of bed, put on my Saturday best, and lugged by ass to Long Beach for Gay Pride 2009. My good friend Leo, who lives in Long Beach, invited me to come and I thought it would be a good way to get to know some of my fellow choristers who would be running in our pack that day.

After sitting through about 9 hours of dykes on bike, queens (drag and leather), and an unending stream of churches, government agencies, non-profits and Jazzercisers, we headed up the street to the festival.

I wish I had some engaging, insightful analysis of my first Pride experience, but I have to admit it was just about what I expected it to be. It was crowded (although not nearly as packed as I thought it would be) and hot. For some reason I was expecting the Long Beach scene to be everything I’ve been looking for in a gay enclave: inclusive but not cliquish, down-to-earth by not repressed, and above all diverse. I have to admit I was somewhat disappointed to see the same mix of folks I’ve come to expect from the gay scene in LA/OC.

That’s not to say I didn’t have fun: the whole thing was really entertaining. I had my fair share of drinks and laughs, and I had a great time hanging out with new peeps.

The handsomest mayor/gubernatorial hopeful, Gavin Newsome (This queer is still unconvinced, though)

The handsomest mayor/gubernatorial hopeful, Gavin Newsome (This queer is still unconvinced, though)

Big scary black man in a pimped out car! Run! Oh, wait....

Big scary black man in a pimped out car! Run! Oh, wait....

Leather/BDSM Demo Tent. Electrified paddles: who knew?

Leather/BDSM Demo Tent. Electrified paddles: who knew?

Mainstage

Mainstage

Addendum: Attending Pride without protection from the sun resulted in an incinerating sunburn and subsequent skin-peeling episode. I was tempted to remain indoors for the better part of June for fear of making small children cry.

So I made a mix….

Posted in Uncategorized on June 2, 2009 by percivalcantwrite

The next time you’re at a social gathering and you think the attendees might enjoy dancing at approximately 128 beats per minute for about 40 minutes, consider this mix I made! Won’t you give it a listen?

  1. Goldfrapp – Lovely 2 C U
  2. The Faint – Cars Pass In Cold Blood
  3. The Yeah Yeah Yeah’s – Y Control
  4. Death Cab For Cutie – I Will Possess Your Heart
  5. Digitalism – Jupiter Room
  6. Cut Copy – Lights & Music
  7. Boys Noize – Lava Lava
  8. David Guetta vs. The Egg – Love Don’t Let Me Go
  9. Daft Punk – Digital Love
  10. Justice vs. Simian – We Are Your Friends
  11. MSTRKRFT (feat. Lil’ Mo) – It Ain’t Love

Running time: 40 min 8 sec

An open letter

Posted in Uncategorized on May 12, 2009 by percivalcantwrite

Dear Big Lots,

It’s pointless to have a saucepan lid that gets as hot as the pan itself.  I also acknowledge that second degree burns on my fingertips are what I get for actually buying your piece of shit products.

Love,

Percival

Paper or plastic, marriage or civil union?

Posted in Uncategorized on May 7, 2009 by percivalcantwrite

This article can also be seen on The New Gay, one of my favorite blogs. Movin’ on up, y’all!

My borderline obsessive monitoring of the media (or as much as I can conglomerate from sources on the Internet) has brought me to the conclusion that people who oppose gay marriage can be broken down into two basic categories: A) Those who have some kind of misguided moral disagreement with homosexuality as a “lifetstyle choice” and, B) People who have placed in the traditional institution of marriage a tremendous amount of symbolic and emotional value. 

I won’t address the first group in this post, because I’d rather not use my valuable finger muscles to dignify their ignorance.  Most of these people are simply buying into whatever their religious leaders or peers have told them, and they blindly follow them into believing that gay people in general are evil.  The second group of people, however, provokes both my confusion and empathy in equal amounts. On a personal note, I really don’t buy into all the fuss with weddings.  Then again, I’ve never really been one for symbolic rituals: I didn’t even participate in my school’s commencement ceremony, only rarely celebrate my own birthday with more gusto than knocking back one or two more drinks than I would on any other day, and honestly have no particular intention of planning a wedding when/if I marry my boyfriend.

But weddings, and marriage, as an institution are unquestionably important.  The union of two people as professed in a public ritual of mutual love and commitment exists in almost every culture across the globe in some form, and is a significant milestone in many peoples’ lives.  I know this sounds like a lot of the rhetoric we hear from the opposition that is used as a rationale for barring gays from equal marriage rights, but I say this only to underscore the idea that straight people might be on to something when they express anxiety over what they perceive as the redefinition of marriage as they know it.

Personally, I can come up with no response to said argument other than the separation of church and state.  The government has no practical interest in wedding cakes and bridesmaids.  It’s only interest in this issue is facilitating a social contract between two people.  As such, the government has no place issuing civil documents with the word “marriage” – a sometimes religious, and usually symbolic act – written on it. The documents should be called “civil unions” and should confer equal rights upon both of the holders of the contract. 

Suppose tomorrow morning we woke up and everyone had equal opportunity for marriage rights.  What would happen to the “marriage licenses” of heterosexual couples that were issued today? Would they be required to go to the county recorder’s office and exchange their marriage licenses for civil unions? I really don’t think they should be expected to do that.  Equal marriage rights for gays and lesbians don’t preclude fairness for heterosexual couples.  As citizens, they have a stake in this as well.  They hold their marriages close to their heart – and rightfully so!

So why not make both a “civil union” document and a “marriage license” document available?

Many folks simply cite Brown v. Board of Education, and breathlessly claim that issuing civil unions, even though they come with the same rights as marriages, are “separate but equal” and, therefore, inherently unequal.  But if you do your research, Brown v. Board of Education found that segregating black and white students into different schools was inherently unequal because the facilities were inherently unequal.  In the same way that two houses on a city block have certain characteristics that make one property better than the other – a particularly large backyard, for example, for a nice wrap-around porch.  The constitutional principle in Brown v. Board of Education applies to the gay marriage debate only if you’re considering issuing civil unions without the same rights that a marriage license would grant.

If two men want to get a “marriage license”, then let them have a marriage license, already!  If two women want to get a “civil union”, then let them have the piece of paper! Nothing is “redefined”, and everyone’s happy! If someone can point out how this might not be the simplest solution to the problem, please let me know, because Google Reader certainly hasn’t given me any answers so far.

I SAW A RABBIT TODAY! SOMEONE GET ME A PAPER BAG!

Posted in Uncategorized on May 7, 2009 by percivalcantwrite

 

BREAKING: The Brown Rabbit comes close to finally finding his long-lost, more famous brother, only to find that gentrification has gotten to him first.

BREAKING: The Brown Rabbit comes close to finding his long-lost, more famous cousin at last, only to find that gentrification got to him first.

Katie Couric has got the tightest jams.

Posted in Uncategorized on May 5, 2009 by percivalcantwrite

Give it until 1:22.