Bridges to Babylon

Bridges to Babylon

Stadium rock is my idea of the inner circle of Hell. I hate crowds. I have zero interest in the rich and famous. And I've never been much of a Rolling Stones fan. Give me a choice, and I'll take Weslia Whitfield at the Plush Room 10 times out of 10: a cushy seat, some witty companions, a little Irving Berlin and Cole Porter. Heavenly.

You've got a real treat coming!

If you haven't seen the August issue yet, take my advice and, when you get it, turn immediately to page 55 and be prepared to enjoy yourself. Jeff Wong, whose writing is good is at his best when he draws and paints. Great stuff, Jeff, and the caricatures of the editorial staff are priceless.

If the decision were mine, I wouldn't wait until the next show to provide an excuse, I'd think of ways to get some of Jeff's art into the mag as frequently as he was willing to provide it.

Madonna

Madonna

Madonna wakes me up at 9:30 A.M. Her little paws tap my cheeks. My eyes slowly open. The queen of pop's little furry face smiles down at me, whiskers tickling my cheek.

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