My mother always liked Liza Minnelli, and even cut her hair several times in the 70s to emulate Liza's look in Cabaret. Her admiring fancy for Liza was passed onto me, and I adore her in the way that people used to adore old Hollywood stars like her mother, Judy Garland, or Cary Grant, or Marilyn. Last months I went to see her perform live at Coney Island (she does it every summer). I expected to be pressed up against a thousand topless beefy gay men blowing kisses at her, but much to my surprise, I was wrangled in by what must have been every single geriatric ward within the five boroughs of New York City. I'd never seen so many wheelchairs in my life—and the old folks were all wasted too! (Well, it could have been the meds). Anyhow, Liza was incredible. Yeah, she's got some loose screws, and she marries gay men, but the woman has had a hip replacement, a mother who died of an overdose, and a history of substance abuse, and she can still nail "New York, New York" on a good day.
When she was married to David Gest, she did a show called "Liza's Back" where she sang:
I took the bottle of pills
And I threw them away
I went back to AA
Hey Broadway, Liza's Back!
Here's another precious Liza moment from the past:
Matthew Barney can cremaster all he wants, and he'll never come up with something this good.
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