•            June is Gay Pride month.  In New York, as in cities across the country, gay men, lesbians, bisexuals, transsexuals, and their friends will be marching in support of tolerance and diversity.  It was in this spirit that my girlfriend and I attended Kings and Queens of New York City: A Drag Summit at the Bruno Walter Auditorium of the New York Public Library.  Besides the—in Heads retrospect predictable—obstruction of our sightlines (see photo), it was an enjoyable and interesting afternoon.
                Sadly, the summit took place against the backdrop of the recent beating of drag superstar Kevin Aviance as he left a club in the East Village. As one of the panelists pointed out, this sort of thing happens all the time to members of the LGBT community; the only reason this incident made the news is because Aviance is famous.
                Though the word “summit” connotes the lofty and unapproachable, the event was anything but that.  And in fact it allowed the daytime people in the audience an all too rare opportunity to come into contact with the human face of drag.  The moderator, Joe E. Jeffries of New York University, presented a slideshow on the history of drag from the ancient Greeks to the present (highlight: the governor of  New York from 1702-1708, Lord Cornwall, was rumored to have dressed in drag), and then introduced the panelists.  The luminaries on the panel included the drag kings Stormé Delarverié, Murray Hill, and DIYAA, and the drag queens Flawless Sabrina, Sade Pendavis, and Taylor Mac.  The discussion was punctuated by performances by DIYAA, Taylor Mac, and, in what proved to be the highlight of the afternoon, a moving rendition of John Lennon’s “Imagine” by the powerfully-voiced diva Sade Pendavis.
                The Chelsea Hotel connection is Stormé Delarverié, a husky 86-year-old former cross-dressing torch singer and one of the sweetest old ladies you’re ever likely to meet—though one Storme you’d sure as hell better not cross.  In the lobby of the Chelsea before the summit, Debbie Martin spoke with her, explaining that our blog readers wanted to hear her story.
             “I’ve got a story!” Stormé exclaimed, “I chopped off my hair, put on men’s clothes, and joined the Jewel Box Review!”  The Jewel Box Review was a multi-racial drag revue that toured the country in the fifties, sixties and seventies.  The only female member of the troupe, Stormé served as stage manager, musical arranger, emcee and “mother” of the troupe for fourteen years.

                “But you’re an important activist, too,” Debbie reminded her.  “Could you tell us about your role in the Stonewall rebellion?”

                “They ask me, why do you want to be a target like that?” Stormé said, referring to her leadership role in the gay rights struggle.  “They’ll stab you in the back, they’ll hit you, they’ll shoot you.”  She paused to reflect and then said, “But honey, they’re all dead, and I’m still here!”

                All of the panelists had tales of struggle and violence–ironic and troubling in the lives of such gentle people–but they had overcome this adversity, in part, by transforming themselves.  DIYAA said she had chosen to wear men’s clothes because of the feeling of power they gave her.

                As the teenage thugs were beating Kevin Aviance, one of the things they reportedly yelled at him was, “You’re not diesel!”  In the question and answer session of the summit, someone asked if anyone understood this remark.  All of the panelists on stage were mystified.  They were all a bit too old—as was I—to get the reference.  But a younger woman in the audience stood up to explain that what they were referring to was in fact the Diesel clothing brand.  They were saying, in effect, that Aviance wasn’t butch enough to wear the brand of clothing he was wearing at the time, a brand that for these young men signified a certain macho lifestyle.  And how ridiculous to be beaten because of a brand!  Even more so than a hate crime, this was a crime of ignorance and stupidity.

                It’s tempting to say that these were just kids who didn’t know any better.  But am I the only one who notices a disturbing parallel between these young men’s defense of the integrity of a brand—a corporate brand that can take care of itself–and the conservatives renewed interest in banning same sex marriage via a constitutional amendment?  These teenagers didn’t come by their ideas in a vacuum.

                Still, the fact that the Drag Summit took place at a public library is not insignificant.  Outside Stage of the ignorant and backward, and the politicians who seek to exploit these people, drag and homosexuality are becoming increasingly understood and accepted.  Nonconformity is rightly seen as something not to fear but to celebrate.  As Flawless Sabrina says, “If you’re not living an alternative life style these days, you’re in danger of becoming a mystery guest in your own life.”

    Ed Hamilton

  • Eileenmyles Eileen Myles is the author of numerous books, including our favorite, "Chelsea Girls."  The title story in the book begins with the narrator going on a date with her girlfriend and ends with her enjoying a steamy romp here at the Hotel Chelsea with a waitress she met that evening.  Luckily, she only has to go down two flights of stairs (from the 8th floor to the 6th floor) to get to her job the next morning–fixing toast for the poet James Schuyler.

    What was the inspiration for your book "Chelsea Girls?"

    I had been looking at French new wave films since the 60s and was moved by Truffaut’s Antoine Donell character and wanted to write a female character who we would follow from childhood through adulthood in a succession of stories. Chelsea Girls is a novel in the form of stories that does just that.

    201r002008_1Do you have a personal connection with the Chelsea Hotel?
    I was the assistant to the poet James Schuyler who lived in the Chelsea Hotel for the last 11 or so years of his life. For about half a year I worked for him seven days a week then intermittently and a friendship developed. I wrote a story about that time and called the story Chelsea Girls which became the title of my book. (Photo: James Schuyler in his room at the Chelsea.)
    Do you think there is a creative energy in the Hotel?
    There’s obviously a history that particularly people who are new to  New York find exciting.

    What creative people at the Chelsea or elsewhere have influenced your development as a writer?  James Schuyler.

    What’s your favorite Hotel Chelsea story? The one I wrote.

    Are you working on any new projects?

    Sure. I have just finished a novel called The Inferno/a poet’s novel which is about becoming a writer. Particularly it’s about the hell of becoming a female writer. Jimmy S. who I mentioned and the time I knew him also figures in this new book.

  • When we’re not busy blogging Bohemia, our room becomes a frat boy bar.  The skull on the foosball table belongs to Thomas Wolfe. We found it in the basement along with his size 13 shoes.

    Julia Calfee has been photographing the Chelsea residents over the past three years.  We’re hoping we look weird and edgy enough to make it into her book. (Maybe the skull will help.) Click on the image to enlarge.
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  •             Florent was in the Meat Packing District before it was cool—or really when it was a lot cooler, Florent before the neighborhood was taken over by Sex-in-the-City wannabees.  The food is always great there (get the Moules Frites), as is the atmosphere.  Ask for a table outside and watch the sun set.
                Lots of famous people come into Florent, so it’s kind of like the Hotel Chelsea in that respect.  When we’re there, we always play a celebrity trivia game with our waiter, the tall and urbane Josiah (author of The Unauthorized Donna Summers.)  In the past, he’s always been able to figure out our questions, but recently we stumped him.
                “There was an actor checking into the Chelsea a couple of weeks ago,” I said.  “I was waiting for the elevator and he kept staring at me like I was supposed to acknowledge his presence.  But I was way too cool for that.  He has a new hit TV show.  About southerners, I think, or anyway about some kind of trailer trash.”
                I thought this one was going to be easy, but Josiah stared at me blankly.  “He used to be a skateboard champ,” I said.  “But now he’s a scientologist.  He was in the papers recently because he named his child something crazy.  Let’s see, ah, Pilot Inspector.  That’s it.”
                “I like the name,” Josiah said, “but I have no idea.”
                “You, know, that Earl guy from My Name is Earl.”
                “You’ll have to tell me.”
                “Jason Lee,” I said.
                Josiah still didn’t know who he was.  “A Chinese man?” he asked.
                “No,” I said.  “Finally, we stumped you!”
                Josiah didn’t like the sound of that.  “I don’t watch TV anymore,” he said.  “It’s too engaging.”
                Josiah went away for awhile, presumably to attend to his tables inside.  But when he came back he immediately announced, triumphantly, “I asked all the waiters in this restaurant and all the cooks, and no one knows who Jason Lee is!”
                The implication was that this was too obscure a question, and therefore illegitimate.  “Uh, it’s a very popular show,” I said defensively.
                “You must watch a lot of TV,” Josiah said. (Copyright 2006 Ed Hamilton)


  • Tuesday, June 20, 10:30 p.m.
    Daisy Susanne Bartsch and Kenny Kenny invite you to Happy Valley Tuesdays.  DJ Larry Tee. Show: Daisy Spurs. Hosts: Sophia Lamar, Miranda Moondust, Theodora and Amanda Lepore.
    14 East 27th St., NY NY

    Wednesday, June 21, 12:00 – 6:00 p.m.
    Mrgentry_1 "SIX of SIX," Parish Gallerys 15th year anniversary exhibition, is a group show which includes work by painter Herbert Gentry.  Mr. Gentry moved into the Chelsea Hotel in 1970 and lived here until a couple of years before he died in 2003.  The exhibit runs through July 18, 2006.
    Parish Gallery, 1054 Canal Square, Georgetown, Washington DC

    Thursday, June 22
    PFaragareviews begin today at Christie’s for Warhol memorabilia that is being sold by his nephews, who were given the items as gifts by their uncle. Along with Andy’s wigs, the lots include the paint-spattered Ferragamo shoes ($800-$1,200) shown in the photo.
    Christie’s, 20 Rockefeller Plaza, NY NY


    Friday, June 23, 7:00 – 11:00 p.m.

    Blairpage_11 All Female Art Exhibition featuring five female artists working in the graffiti and street art realms: Queen Andrea, Toofly, former Chelsea Girl BlairWear, Daina Higgins, and gmo$. Opening Reception.
    The Showroom Gallery, 117 2nd Ave., 2nd Floor, NY NY

    Saturday, June 24, 2:00 p.m. & Sunday, June 25, 2:00 p.m.
    Lolita, 1962. Outwitting the censors, Kubrick turned Vladimir Nabokov’s classic study of a professor’s obsession with a young “nymphet” into a dark social comedy pitting Peter Sellers’ eccentric Claire Quilty against James Mason’s romantic Humbert Humbert.
    Museum of the Moving Image, 35 Avenue at 36th St., Astoria Queens

    Sunday, June 25th, 12pm-end (Moment of Silence: 2pm)
    Gay Pride March.  Florent is one of the honorary Grand Marshalls this year. Watch for the blue cadillac filled with members of the Stonewall Veterans Association and wave to Chelsea’s own, Storme DeLarverie. Legend has it that Storme threw the first punch at the Stonewall Riot in June 1969.
    5th Avenue and 52nd Street to Christopher and Greenwich Streets

    If you have an event you would like featured on the blog please e-mail the details to chelblog@yahoo.com

  • FATHER’S DAY

    My father is a hard-boiled soldier.

    He adores battles, strives for medals,

    fights in the Gulf and in Babylonia.

    He prizes bombshells,

    gathers explosive memorabilia.

    My father loves my mother.

    My mother is a blond bombshell:

    memorable and dynamite.

    in pictures and flesh.

    She is the talk of Astoria.

    Copyright, George Chemeche 2006

    Follow George’s lead and send us some content. We are open to anything and everything about the Chelsea Hotel and the Chelsea neighborhood.  If you have fiction, non-fiction, poetry, photographs or art work relevant to the hotel or its environ, send these along via e-mail (preferably) or by other means.  If you are a current or former resident with an event to promote, send us the details.  If you have ever stayed at the hotel and would like to be interviewed on your stay via e-mail, let us know.  We would also like to receive reviews of the hotel, good or bad (grievances and gossip are fair game), as well as reviews of any work by Chelsea residents past or present.  Reviews of area restaurants or places of interest would also be acceptable.  Though we don’t have any restrictions on length, it’s a good idea to keep these things relatively short, as they are supposed to be blog posts, after all.  But if you have something long, we might be able to post an excerpt with a link to the rest of the piece.  chelblog@yahoo.com

  • Hearty congratulations on your well deserved write up in the NYT.  I was glad to see the ambiguity as Rs_1 to whether Sid was the stabber of Nancy included, it really is very hard to conclude that it was him with any certainty.  I started writing on it but I couldn’t bear the Sid & Nancy energy around me.  I grew up a bit prejudiced because we came very much from the Britpunk line as kids and Nancy as hag / witch was received wisdom.  [Ramones were the exception on US punk].  A new influence in my life has forced me to reconsider that, they were two very fucked up kids in over their heads.  I won’t make heroes of them, regardless.  To me, it seems a shame that they take limelight from the creativity that the Hotel should be recognised for.
    My own theory is that Rockets Redglare was the real culprit.  Some suggest a failed suicide, that makes no sense.   If you’re interested I can dig into my library further but, at the heart of it, the evidence suggests Sid wasn’t even strong enough to deliver the blows.  A further complication is the supposed confession.  Sid’s comments are clearly ironic to me ["yes, I killed her, I’m a dirty dog"] but I learned very quickly last year that one should use irony sparingly in America.  It’s all but a default mode in Australian English.  There’s some base info here http://www.theviciousfiles.co.uk/frame1.html including some not pretty pics of dead Nancy in rm 100.  How come they got a private bathroom and you have to share with visitors- I’d be demanding explanations!
  • After reading Lisa Chamberlain’s article about our blog in the New York Times, Warren Allen Smith wrote in to  comment on the piece.  And though his letter doesn’t have too much to do with what was written in the article, he at least has something interesting to say about Arthur C. Clarke, so here’s his letter:

    Smith For the record, the most recent plaque – for Sir Arthur C. Clarke – was not placed there by his publishers, which some have assumed.  On his last visit to the hotel, he remarked to me that he thought he might have found a plaque out front, stating a little sadly that he had written 2001 there.  Telephoning Stanley Bard in 2002, I found that it would not be easy to work with the publishers concerning choosing the wording and deciding who would pay for such a plaque. 

    So Stanley gave me the go-ahead, Arthur approved my wording, and I paid for the plaque which was made by North Shore Monuments in Brookville, NY.  Arthur was particularly pleased that I’d arranged for HAL’s logo and had included the novel’s memorable words, “I’m sorry, Dave. I can’t do that.” 

    He suggested that Arthur Miller might attend the dedication ceremony, but Miller wrote me, “I’m afraid I’m so preoccupied with two new plays coming into production that for me to spend an hour in front of the Chelsea Hotel is more than I can comfortably visualize. I was acquainted with Arthur Clarke way back in the sixties for a brief period and much appreciated his work. Give him my regards."

    Stanley and I. along with sci-fi admirer Jimi Zhivago, dedicated the plaque on 29 September 2004.

    Of the Chelsea, Clarke wrote biographer Neil McAleer and me that

    Out of hundreds of memories over the last quarter-century, here are a few that come to mind:

    –      Using Norman Mailer as subject for the very first roll (yes, roll!) of Polaroid I ever shot.
    –      From the roof at night, zapping pedestrians on 23rd Street with a laser. They would be hypnotised by the brilliant crimson spot burning on the sidewalk, and by moving it around I could control them like puppets on a string. (That was back in the 60s; now that everyone has seen lasers, it wouldn’t work.)
    –      Having dinner with Edith and Clifford Irving at the height of the Howard Hughes caper and, during the meal, watching a character who claimed to be H.H. being interviewed on TV. He was completely wrapped up in bandages, just like Claude Rains in The Invisible Man; when forcibly unwound, he proved to be Mel Brooks (I think; if he wasn’t, he should have been).

    • I must stop; this is making me homesick. . . . But by an unexpected turn of fate, I’ll be calling at 222 West 23rd in just two months time, while promoting the sequel to a certain book I wrote in Room 1008. See you all then. . . .                    Colombo, Sri Lanka, 1982 Sept 6

      Further for the record, Arthur (now 88 1/2, 4 years my senior) has not been in communication for a long time and has not been in good physical condition for several years.

      Warren Allen Smith
      http://wasm.us
      http://philosopedia.org

  • Current_1 Our esteemed proprietor turns 72 today.  The man dressed in a hot pink gorilla suit handing out balloons and singing happy birthday off key was a nice touch.  Update — A generous Hotel Chelsea guest has sent us a link to a video of the birthday event!

  • Saturday, June 17, 2006, 4:00 pm
    Kings and Queens of New York City: A Drag Summit — Bringing together some of drag’s best known names and legends including Storme DeLarverie, Flawless Sabrina, Murray Hill, Sade Pendavis, DIYAA (f.k.a. Dred), and Taylor Mac (plus special surprise appearances) this trans-generational congress, moderated by drag historian Joe E. Jeffreys, reflects on the legacy of drag in the city as it considers its changing faces, places, fashions and future. A multi-media discussion, performance event, installation and exhibit exploring male and female impersonation in New York City, the gathered audience will constitute a living history of drag performance in NYC and further extend the panel’s discussion and reflections. Display cases of drag ephemera from the library’s collection will be on display outside the auditorium.
    Bruno Walter Auditorium, New York Public Library for the Performing Arts, 40 Lincoln Center Plaza (Rear Entrance Suggested—111 Amsterdam Avenue), New York City, NY
    Admission: Free. Dress: Optional.  For information call (212) 642-0142  Seating first come first served.  (Seating starts at 3:30)
      (via craigslist)