Wasabassco Burlesque–8th Anniversary Extravaganza, Night 2

by J.D. Oxblood

Friday, November 9th

The Bell House, Gowanus, Brooklyn, New York

The Bell House has grown on me; it’s become the de facto home of Wasabassco Burlesque, and the barn-like space that I once poo-pooed has become a welcome and warming place to me, once the ugly walk from the G is over, of course. And you really have to hand it to Doc for his dedication to a bit: pointedly against a “wall of photographers” at DSC (that’s downstage center, to the uninitiated), he installed a row of VIP couches at the foot of the stage, providing a buffer zone between performer and audience, and making it easier for the tightly-packed crowd in the back to see what was happening on stage. Wasabassco-licensed photographers were still on hand to capture the scene, as was yours truly, for this is one of the most exciting nights on the NYC Bq Calendar—Night Two of the Wasabassco Anniversary Fiasco. Read more…

Wasabassco Burlesque–8th Anniversary Extravaganza, Night 1

by J.D. Oxblood

Friday, November 9th

City Winery,  Manhattan, New York

I love a good ambience, and I love it when producers make a preshow interesting—and I love Matthew Holtzclaw, who was working the room at City Winery doing close-up magic for astounded guests. I invited myself to join a table full of single ladies just so I could watch him work, and he skillfully set up a card trick and bade a lady hold a card that WASN’T hers, only to turn it into her card without his hands ever leaving the table. Close-up magic is by far the more intimate variety, and watching Holtzclaw blow minds close-up was a thrill.

The man of the weekend, heavy-hitting NYC producer Doc Wasabassco, welcomes us aboard (in fantastic striped pants), first act MC Bastard Keith sings “Kiss” (was that the Tom Jones version?) and Bettina May brings us her new Scot act, featuring a lot of plaid and a large bagpipe set piece, and the Wasabassco weekend is well under way. Read more…

Wasabassco’s Burlesque Holiday Celebration at City Winery, NYC

by J.D. Oxblood

December 2, 2011

City Winery, NYC

The jokes about holiday parties are so good they’re canned, like sardines or devilled ham. Asses on photocopiers, drunkenly hazing the boss, doing drugs with your subordinates, making out with Susan or Bill from accounting—they’re always from accounting, get it, coz accountants are boring (but seriously, for those who haven’t tried, they’re boring in bed, too), and sadly, most office parties just aren’t. That. Good. So who wouldn’t want to be at an office party where you’re GUARANTEED to see nekkid ladies?

Wasabassco’s Holiday Party was a packed house, and a house packed wonderfully with NOT the usual suspects—proof: NO ONE hit me up for free drinks—and gave the evening a fantastic front-of-house, back-of-house, dual party action vibe.  And before I hit the highlights, I gotta call out the ballbusting blatherlusting badass Doc Wasabassco, who has proven that if didn’t quite take over the world in 2011, 2012 better watch out.  There are a lot of yardsticks by which to measure people’s successes, but I personally have to salute Wasabassco as the producer with the booster for 2011 for the simplest and most pragmatic reason of them all:  Dude gives more people work more often than any other venue-hacker in the great city of New York.  So for all of you who watched his talented performers disrobe for your pleasure, drinks up.  And more importantly, to any of y’all who felt the sweet wrinkly sensation of cash in your g-string this year due to Wasabassco’s producing compulsion,  get your asses over here. We’re gonna make some copies.

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Wasabassco Burlesque’s 7th Anniversary – Part II

By J.D. Oxblood

Saturday, November 5

The Bell House, Gowanus, Brooklyn

Friday night’s show was great, but it was Saturday when I was truly washed over by emotion.  To be fair, it had kinda started back on Wednesday, sitting at Affaire in the East Village over cocktails and goat cheese fries, chitchatting with friends and waiting for Evelyn Vinyl to take her clothes off.  What am I on about?  Well, if you were there on Saturday, you heard Nasty Canasta explain where her tattoo—by Scarlet Sinclair—came from, though it may not have moved you the way it did me.  I’ll come back to this.  Let’s just start by saying that the second I walked into the Bell House—a tad late as I was coming from delivering flowers to a very special birthday girl—I was assaulted by the badass big brass sound of the Outer Borough Brass Band and the belting brash badassness of Broadway Brassy blaring out “Fuck You,” that song about losing a chick to a douche with more dough.  I damn near fell to my knees right there.

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Wasabassco Burlesque’s 7th Anniversary – Part I

By J.D. Oxblood

Friday, November 4

The Bell House, Gowanus, Brooklyn

A stripper pole in the front room of the Bell House just HAS to be a good omen, as is the Ozzie burger guys out front (I’ll be needing one of those between acts—and they’re pretty good).  I’m just happy to be out of my latest soulless day gig and back in the REAL world—the world where bartenders hand me cocktails, beautiful people take their clothes off, and everyone calls me “J.D.”  (I’ll be calling back to this in Part II.)  And this is no minor league affair, kiddos—there’s a gorgeous row of vendors along one side of the room, sprucing up the often austere Bell House, and across the back wall of the stage an enormous sign spells in big capital letters: “WASABASSCO.”  Seven years of producing burlesque (insert predator BK joke) and this show is all grows up—and then some.  Six acts broken up by 5 intermissions—one of them a much-needed 20-hour break.

But what REALLY classes up MY experience is the muffin-stuffin-TABLES.  Cocktail table and bar stool, Miss Melody Mudd?  She don’t mind if she do!  Coz shootin’ boobies for three straight hours in THOSE boots looking THAT hot ain’t frickin’ EASY, people, and getting to sit in the usually SRO Bell House is a rare and delectable treat.

Let’s talk about what went down Friday night.

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