God, after all the chazzarai (is that how you spell it, Yiddish
peoples?) about Joon-Yah and Peter, it feels so anticlimactic to
even attempt a posting about Abel's performance at Alegria (which,
incidentally, am I the last person to know that it's pronounced like
trattoria and NOT with an emphasis on the leg? Excuse me, but I
didn't learn Portugese.)
But I feel as if I've learned so much from reading all these
postings about Junior, and it parallels some of the thoughts I had
as I was partying with Abel at Alegria, so why not get it off the
titties as everyone else has been doing.
There was something Lawrence said which captured, for me, the whole
situation, and the word is EXPECTATION.
Going to an Alegria party, I guess I do have expectations, even when
I try not to get over-hyped about the evening, knowing that
comparisons are generally unfair, given that our own personal
situations and head spaces and mindsets and body issues differ so
much from moment to moment. But at best, I try to to keep my
expectations to something as low as: HAVE A GOOD TIME.
As Saint Madonna used to say, "Happiness is in the palm of your
So, yes, Robert and I had a wonderful time with Abel, and Robert
admitted a new respect for him, and I came away admiring him even
more than when he entertained us so well at the post-Gay Pride
Alegria. The whole tribal thing worked for us, and we had loads of
fun wandering around and thinking about tribes in general and
identifying tribes we noticed and passing through the Mother Africa
tribe and the Inca tribe and the Glow Stick tribe and the Treasure
Trail Tribe, etc. ad nauseam, but it was entertaining for us, even
if it doesn't translate here. Maybe it was all the elephant tusk
horns around the light ring over the floor.
So if you settled into the tribal mode, then probably you felt fine
about the music. Personally, I loved the groove Abel got going and
kept going. We were there from three until eight a.m. The floor
stayed packed, but, fortunately, not like those nights when you're
forced to merely sway with the motion of the thousands squeezed in
all around you.
It was nice to see women there, too. Sexy women. And some of them
with sexy straight boys. I think there might have been some sort of
hoity-toity party on the fourth floor during the early part of the
night; maybe that's where they came from. Wherever, it was nice to
see them having fun.
Everyone seemed to be happy. I didn't notice any fall-outs, and it
made me think about an article I'd read in the Book Review of the
Times about the introduction of gin to London's population in the
18th century. Apparently, the "masses" were accustomed to quaffing
beer by the pint, and with the introduction of gin, they felt they
could quaff that by the pint too -- and soon after, people were
dying in the streets. Literally. And it reminded me how it sometimes
takes a while for a "drug" to enter the mainstream and find its
"proper" place. Maybe that's what has happened with some of our more
The thing I was thinking most about, though, even on the floor,
while dancing, was how much goes into these parties that we attend,
and often, take for granted. There's so much preparation, and all
the decorating and rehearsing and planning and selling tickets and
appeasing local governments and pay-offs, perhaps, and promotion and
hope and hype, and really, I, for one, just love it when it all
comes together. I mean, I am so grateful for all the
behind-the-scenes people who work to insure that my time at Alegria
is a good time. And that's the way I so often feel about so many
circuit events I attend. Sometimes my eyes move from the lights to
the deejay to the decorations to the performers to the crowd and the
space and I can't help but think, Wow, what a great show -- and I'm
a part of it.
The night before we went to Alegria, we hosted a dinner party for my
b'day (thirty again) and some of our guests were very nearly
clueless about the circuit and the music and the parties. So we
tried to fill them in, a little, and it was them I was thinking
about, too, at Alegria, and it was thinking about them that made me
realize, yet again, how BLESSED and EXCEPTIONAL we are, all of us
who make up the circuit.
Some nights are better than others, as so many have said here in the
past few days, but even the ones which aren't quite as good still
have a lot to offer, for me.