Promoter Tom Blunt does the impossible - a monthly show at the Tribeca Y featuring a rotating group of themes, celebrities and odd ball entertainers ranging from the sublime to the magnificent and back to the sublime again - in short it's "only in New York" extravaganza that we're so lucky to have as part of the queer cultural landscape.
Tonight, December 17th Tom's got a special guest, read further to find out who.
Meanwhile I'm looking to have Tom back to The Will Clark Show in 2012 - one of the most charming guests from 2011 (and that's a very crowded category as there were a LOT of fabulous people crowding that stage at Pieces!)
What you do in the world work-wise: I'm a film journalist, I produce and host fun cinematic events for the 92nd Street Y, and I'm also the tech director for the new show "Never Sleep Alone" at Joe's Pub.
Upcoming Gig: On Saturday December 17th Louise Lasser (TV's "Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman") will visit the Y's Tribeca screening room to revisit and discuss her amazing career with the likes of John Epperson, Rachel Shukert, and myself. Louise is a personal hero of mine, so working with her to plan this event has been life-changing. Also I now get late-night voicemails from her saying things like, "This is not a harassment call," which couldn't be more thrilling.
2012 Wish: I've had a pretty awful two years in the romance department. If this doesn't turn around soon, I'll be praying for the meteor strike that ends all biological life on Earth. No pressure, guys.
Something that went horribly wrong in 2011 that you will fix in 2012: I bought a pound of nougat at an Italian street festival -- it was so big that the vendor had to break it up into chunks with a hammer so that I could eat it. Also that day I got really sunburned. The fact that I only didn't spend more afternoons this way is something I profoundly regret and intend to remedy in the coming year.
Where do you want to be able to say looking back on 2012 on Jan 1st 2013?: "Whatever, Earth had its chance."
Best New Year's Eve Ever: NYE always sucks, but last year on New Year's Day I was hiking through the woods and found deer tracks in the snow. I decided to follow them as far as I could, and after about an hour of tracking I actually caught up with the deer themselves. They were not happy to see me, but I still considered my little adventure to be a good omen for the coming year. (If you look at Louise Lasser as a sort of metaphorical deer, I think it came true!)
Worst New Year's Eve Ever: They're all bad, aren't they? As an event planner I object to people throwing huge parties in the middle of the night in the dead of winter. Your guests have to simultaneously look nice, stay warm, endure miserably slow commutes, AND appear to be enjoying themselves. I prefer not to play these holiday mind-games with people; the only kissing happening at my place on NYE will be between me and this tin of Danish butter cookies that my laundromat gave me for being a frequent customer.