Showing posts with label Quentin Crisp. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Quentin Crisp. Show all posts
Sunday, November 21, 2010
"An Englishman In New York" by Quentin Crisp
For the life of me, I'll never understand what might have moved Sting to write a song about Quentin Crisp as long ago as 1987*... Oh for the clear** mind of the typical YouTube commenter, who mainly attribute the inspiration to Sting's being gay. Apparently they missed the small blurb in the obscure newspaper that one time about him having all those tantric sex marathons with Trudie Styler.
A n y w a y... Here's An Englishman in New York, from Sting's album ...Nothing Like the Sun, which has a pretty funky sound if I do say so myself!
*Then again, I secretly think all straight people are homophobic, so what do I know?
**That is to say empty...
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Remembering... Quentin Crisp
Born Christmas Day 1908, as early as 1930 Crisp was a fixture of the British capital, haunting the pubs and dive bars of Soho in search of like-minded companions; although he did find some* he found more foes than friends, all of which anecdotes eventually made their way into his book.
In 1975 The Naked Civil Servant was made into a television movie starring John Hurt; buoyed by the success of the film (which, in turn, boosted the sales of his book) Crisp moved to New York, where he would remain until his death on this day in 1999**. In the intervening years, Crisp distinguished himself by providing opinionated sound-bites to the press and 'singing for his supper', taking dinner invitations from anyone willing to pick up the check.
Plans are afoot for Hurt to star in a sequel to The Naked Civil Servant entitled An Englishman In New York, whose title is derived from the 1987 song by Sting of the same name***, so look for interest in the life and personality of Quentin Crisp to continue unabated...
*Since we are everywhere, always have been, and always will be...
**Even though he died in England, on the eve of a national speaking tour, his ashes were later scattered over Manhattan.
***From the album ...Nothing Like the Sun.
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