Intown 411

When I was in college in the Northeast of the US, I used to get so frustrated with the cold weather that by mid-March I would start to dress as if temperatures were actually shooting up. Instead of wearing a thick winter coat appropriate to protect me from the cold spring weather, I'd just throw on a sweater and freeze to death as I walked around campus. I call it wishful thinking, but there's probably some clinical diagnosis for that type of behavior. Anyhoo, it seems to be working better this year than it did in those days; I painted my nails orange to celebrate the arrival of the fall season, and consequently we've had some kind of front -- not quite a cold front, the Sun-Sentinel tells us -- come through to suck the stifling heat out of the air. So, you're welcome, suckers.

It's nice to hear that The Pretty Faces are actually going to play a Broward show this weekend -- I thought the band forsaken us for Miami venues, which these good-looking kids have been playing like madmen for the last month or so.

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I guess I got whatever's been going around because I haven't been as sick as I was last weekend in a long time. From cold sweats (that cleanse) and bouts of unconsciousness that left me waking and dozing as sunny skies turned to rainstorms and back again, unaware of when it was day or night, I'd say that the experience was positively Gothic. At first, my mind strained against my body's insistence that it not be moved because I wanted to go to Propaganda on Friday and join my work buddies at Blue Martini on Saturday and go to Poor House on Saturday, but that cold knocked me flat out, leaving me just enough mental energy for four days of reverie. It was long overdue. I've been running from place to place to place for the last six months with little concern about the wear and tear on numero uno here. I might have to slow it down a little and be even more selective about what I do and recommend here on Moodvane. Cough. Cough.

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We live in such a hetero presumptuous culture that announcing one's preference for the same sex can be a traumatizing experience, creating enough drama to fuel one-man plays about this soul-trying process. This is all just a long way of saying that writer/actor Jeffrey Solomon's one-man show about coming out Mother/Son will be at William & Norma Horvitz Auditorium at the Museum of Art this weekend.  Your trusty MOAFL (Museum of Art Fort Lauderdale) marketing guru Roberto Santiago passed along the message that those who want to get the nice price on these tickets (half off) should use the code MOA when they call 954-462-0222 for tix. The show opens tonight and runs through Sunday afternoon. See the Broward Center event page for showtimes. Take your closeted offspring!

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The Freakin' Hott and Zombies Organize will play at Dada in Delray Beach this Saturday night. If you've never been to Dada or if you've never seen these two bands, you probably aren't reading this blog, but if it's been a long time since you've participated in either of these delightful activities, you might want to consider heading up/down around 10-11 p.m.

The Ladies of Zombies and Freakin'

The place has great (though somewhat pricey) food and a lovely atmosphere. If you want to know more about the show, Freakin' Hott Maggie, a chick zine and gossip rag addict, plugs the event in her most recent two-part blog post about Cosmo's recommendations for foods that arouse this week. It's pretty amusing!

Why, you might ask, does a Zombies and Freakin' show merit a separate post from all of the other stuff that's happening this weekend? Because they take 100% care of all of the entertainment at their shows. There's nothing to think about when you go to see them perform; their brilliance is right up in your face. If you go to this show, you will have a good time. All that you have to do is dance, party, listen and have fun. That's why.

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