RAUHOFER LAUGHS! RAUHOFER IN HYSTERICS!
RAUHOFER CRACKS UP WATCHING ALAN T.
Yes, that Alan T., the voice behind some
of the fiercest bitch tracks ever
recorded. That dominatrix voice belying
the gentle soul beneath the crack
exterior, the warm heart behind the
class sass, Alan T. played the court
jester to Rauhofer’s prince—and the two
of them had the crowd at Roseland
gagging with pleasure.
But wait— First, before that—let’s
rewind back to the beginning of the
WORK! family’s Saturday night Pride
party, WE CAN!, at Roseland Ballroom.
The place was a madhouse! Packed from
one end of the massive ballroom all the
way to the other—and outside, a line
down the block to Eighth Avenue.
Everyone was there—or waiting to be
there! A flock of international go-go
boyz flew in—or at least, international
by way of South Beach…
And inside, in the booth, it was Paulo
rampaging the ballroom with a thundering
backbeat as he co-opted Obama’s “Yes, We
Can” speech for his own take on
history—our LGBT history. Shooting out
of the starting gate like a horse
destined to win the Derby, Paulo was
relentless and in total control. It was
thrilling to witness: the floor packed
with herds of raging stallions and
unbridled ponies, galloping to Paulo’s
One kid, mouth agape, asked us, “How
many years has this party been going
on?” Um, this is the first, we
replied—but already it had the feel of
an annual tradition, evoking memories of
Victor Calderone’s legendary Saturday
night Pride parties at Hammerstein
The children were in heaven. This was
cunty music—music made to crank you up
and up. And everyone was there! Nurse!
Juan Andreas! Matt! Omar Gonzalez! Alan
T. on the door! Richie D. and Chris
Harris! Abel! Escape! And one of our
favorite posses—the Circuit Hos, a
gaggle of kids who met while Providence
students, now playing in New York,
Boston, Ohio and Orlando—and yet still
they show up en masse, always at the
right party at the right time.
And there was Maya of the Siren voice,
swathed in tulle and surrounded by a
tiered wedding cake of twenty or thirty
gorgeous go-go boyz. It was brilliant;
it was genius. And then the baton went
to Offer Nissim—who channeled his inner
Shirley Bassey, making it suddenly
clear: he and Shirley are sisters,
separated at birth.
And then, and then—it was Peter time!
And his set commenced with Alan T. doing
his best blissfully ditsy “Whatevah”—and
that was when RAUHOFER LAUGHS! It was
delicious to witness, these two
consummate professionals in hysterics at
their antics—and the tone was set for
the rest of Peter’s set: it was all
about cunty fun. WE CAN (HAVE FUN)! WE
CAN (LAUGH)! WE CAN (PARTY)!
And we will, and we do—all morning long!
Here’s to the latest legendary Pride
party now entering the NYC annals: WE
CAN (AND WE WILL—SEE YOU NEXT PRIDE!)