goodnight, thank you all for coming
this is going to be one of those rare posts said in my own voice, in a dear-diary fashion. but let's not get too much into that.
the top 5 caper and heist movies of the last ten years do not, i repeat, do not include Ocean's Twelve, or Eleven, even though they may have their moments. the number one heist movie is probably Heist by David Mamet, and if i get out of control, the top three spots would be occupied by him. Ok i'm out of control. The Spanish Prisoner and Spartan occupy the next two slots jointly. Ronin was pretty good, and rather a caper movie as opposed to a spy movie. I liked Matchstick Men too, though i don't think it belongs in the Top 5 of the past ten. I'll have to further consider the last spot.
So the Boom Boom Room closed its doors at long last. It was a tearful farewell for something so intent on a good time for the past twelve years. The patronne and patronna came up onstage and said lots of good-byes and told us a little about what goes on behind the scenes in running the most risque mainstream club in spore. Everybody cried, with the knowledge that a light had gone out in the Singapore landscape. Never mind what kind of light, it was a light - i know that the show was all lip-synching and hammy/draggy posturing, except sometimes with the stand-up routine. i know that besides dancing, not a lot of heavyweight talent was showcased, and that the place was exhibitionist rather than experimental; but it was a celebration of the Other, an in-your-face attempt to make your unknown neighbours real to you. Throughout the night, they said this line, "our blood is also red". We all want to be part of a community, to be accepted, on some level, no matter how radical we are. I suppose the Boom Boom Room was an institution - no, i don't suppose, i know it was an institution for the people that lived and worked by it. No individual club on Mohamad Sultan Road is an institution with it's top 40/retro commercialism.
and so all that listening to the patron, patronna and the doyenne of Boom Boom made my mind of course shift to the idea for the Temasek Dance Hall, and i spent a long time in the dark club mulling over the fate of this fictional place, which will also be, i hope, an institution in it's own world. Patronne, i would speak with you about what it would be to be a facilitator.
oh the fleetingness of this world. palpable in an institution that disappears. if it were to reopen tomorrow, there would still be no similarity to the previous. what's past is past and can never be again. you could feel it in the room, the transcience of time: they didn't know if or when they would all meet again. actually, neither do we - but we never realise it.
curtain closes, exeunt with fanfare.
the top 5 caper and heist movies of the last ten years do not, i repeat, do not include Ocean's Twelve, or Eleven, even though they may have their moments. the number one heist movie is probably Heist by David Mamet, and if i get out of control, the top three spots would be occupied by him. Ok i'm out of control. The Spanish Prisoner and Spartan occupy the next two slots jointly. Ronin was pretty good, and rather a caper movie as opposed to a spy movie. I liked Matchstick Men too, though i don't think it belongs in the Top 5 of the past ten. I'll have to further consider the last spot.
So the Boom Boom Room closed its doors at long last. It was a tearful farewell for something so intent on a good time for the past twelve years. The patronne and patronna came up onstage and said lots of good-byes and told us a little about what goes on behind the scenes in running the most risque mainstream club in spore. Everybody cried, with the knowledge that a light had gone out in the Singapore landscape. Never mind what kind of light, it was a light - i know that the show was all lip-synching and hammy/draggy posturing, except sometimes with the stand-up routine. i know that besides dancing, not a lot of heavyweight talent was showcased, and that the place was exhibitionist rather than experimental; but it was a celebration of the Other, an in-your-face attempt to make your unknown neighbours real to you. Throughout the night, they said this line, "our blood is also red". We all want to be part of a community, to be accepted, on some level, no matter how radical we are. I suppose the Boom Boom Room was an institution - no, i don't suppose, i know it was an institution for the people that lived and worked by it. No individual club on Mohamad Sultan Road is an institution with it's top 40/retro commercialism.
and so all that listening to the patron, patronna and the doyenne of Boom Boom made my mind of course shift to the idea for the Temasek Dance Hall, and i spent a long time in the dark club mulling over the fate of this fictional place, which will also be, i hope, an institution in it's own world. Patronne, i would speak with you about what it would be to be a facilitator.
oh the fleetingness of this world. palpable in an institution that disappears. if it were to reopen tomorrow, there would still be no similarity to the previous. what's past is past and can never be again. you could feel it in the room, the transcience of time: they didn't know if or when they would all meet again. actually, neither do we - but we never realise it.
curtain closes, exeunt with fanfare.
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