You Are My Friend. What a moving performance of one of the mostbeautiful songs about true love I have ever heard! RIP Sylvester. Below is a rare appearance with Joan Rivers where he sings his hit "Someone Like You", talks about his "jewelries", and then possibly outs his man.
Sylvester James (September 6, 1944 in Los Angeles, California – December 16, 1988 in San Francisco, California) was an American disco and soul musician, and a gay drag performer. Known for singing in falsetto (despite a rich baritone voice), he is also considered one of the first Hi-NRG artists. His grandmother was the jazz singer Julia Morgan. He performed under his first name only, Sylvester.
This is the rewind. An old look for a new me.
I stupidly deleted my entire blog template. I thought I'd saved the file, but I'd saved an old one - this one. *sigh* Oh, well. Everything old is new again. Those who've peeped SGL Café.com over the last few years know my 'Lasciviously Political' tag-line. Well, I retired that some time ago, got tired of it really, along with the politics that I used to rant about. I'd campaigned for Obama, made friends, lost friends (who never could except Hillary Clinton didn't win), but after Obama and all the hoopla, I was over politics. I needed a breather. I needed to do me for awhile. I'm still as lascivious as always (and proud of it), just less political.
But that's what I'm doing now - me. I don't concern myself with activist causes that once made my blood pressure rise and caused me to get into a bar fight or two. Yeah, little gay boys tormented into suicide still make my head explode, but the best way to make a difference in this fucked up world is to do me, do what I do best, and take it from there. By being successful at what we do (critics, homophobes, and haters be damned), that's how we make change happen.
I know I promised to talk about the difficulties of taking DANCING WITH THE DEVIL from the page to greater places (first stop on this journey, the LeX Leonard Gallery Oct. 3rd & 4th noon-6)... but there is no time to whine. And since the passing of The Man, my idol, E. Lynn Harris, there's a hole in the heart of black gay artistic expression. We all have to step out of our little boxes in order to fill it.