The Corsair Confesses!



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It's that time of year again where The Corsair comes out of his expensive wine cellar and goes LIVE, destroying all sense of mystery that we have painstakingly cultivated over time. The occasion is, of course, WYSIWY's show April 18th at the Bowery Poetry Club (308 Bowery, Downtown Manhattan; right across from CBGB's). The title is "True Confessions," so, right there you know that the night will be goddamned filthy and thoroughly disreputable. Hope to see you there, dear readers.

Last year we riffed -- rather saucily we might add -- on how we streaked at the politically conservative St. John's College, thereby brutally disrupting the quarterly Waltz Night in the Great Hall. (Exaggerated cough suggesting feigned detachment) The Great Hall, we cannot fail to note, is hundreds of years old, predating the Constitution, steeped in pre-Revolutionary War History, and now, to be sure, the memory of The Corsair's well toned undergraduate "beef cheeks." (Averted Gaze)

As if the Southern Belles and former Harvard Dons in attendance drunk of cheap champagne have never seen a black man naked and strolling briskly through the lobby to the tunes of Sinatra Indeed, sirrah!

Anyhoo: Tickets are $7, and there is a bar, where, before the show, The Corsair will be getting "quietly tight," wondering, in the quiet of our soul, if the night will go our way. Or if we will get laid, cause that's important too.

In the run-up, this blog will be chronicling The Corsair's extreme anxiety about public performance. We may need to be held. There may be pleas for the mercy of a loving God. But we will not weep like a bitch. We take our beatings with martini-dry irony.

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