Self-proclaimed “Bee Queen,” Sara Mapelli, does what comes to her naturally: Dancing around topless with over 12,000 bees.
I think of this dance as a duet among many. The bees push with their powerful wings from each side of my body, I resist and then I let go and flow and move with them. It is a deep meditation and I feel the hive mind surround me, hold me, and expand my body on a cellular level. I am a healer, dancer, artist, builder of structures and bee keeper.
Imma be honest here, this comes off a wee bit BATSHIT for my tastes, but who am I to pee in the Bee Queen’s honey pot? The bees certainly look like they’re enjoying themselves during tea time.
I hope you don’t think any less of me for posting a cute animal video. It’s something I never do, but good gawd I couldn’t resist sharing this with you, dear reader. Kind of a cool way to start off the day.
I dropped down one of those deep Internet rabbit holes yesterday looking for footage of New York nightclubs in the 1980s. I did this for hours, until my wife finally insisted that I stop and pay attention to her. I found some crazy good stuff, most of which will no doubt make it onto this very blog, but I took a major detour along the way watching vintage live Deee-Lite performances, some where I was in attendance myself.
Although the members came from all over the globe—Super DJ Dmitri hailing from the Ukraine, Towa Tei born in Korea, but raised in Tokyo, and Lady Miss Kier Kirby grew up all over the place, mostly near Pittsburgh—I thought that Deee-Lite were the most “New York” sounding group of their day. The very embodiment of the East Village zeitgeist, Deee-Lite led a multi-racial, pan-sexual party on wheels for a few years before their worldwide breakout hit, 1990’s “Groove Is In The Heart.” I don’t know how many times I saw Deee-Lite play—in the dozens and dozens—but let me tell you, they were a fucking amazing live act and a wicked good time.
“It’s funk, soul, curly, wiggly music.”—Lady Miss Kier
When they started on the scene, Deee-Lite’s futuristic, uniquely funky, jazzy “sampladelic” sound was something that no one had ever really heard before and it was obvious, from early on, seeing them at places like The Pyramid Club (I lived around the corner), Tunnel, and at the yearly Wigstock event, that they were going to be huge. Frankly I thought that they were destined for a more sustained career than they ended up having together. It’s difficult to point to the reason why that didn’t happen, because it wasn’t the music, which continued to be incredibly innovative, their videos were great and Lady Miss Kier—easily one of the top five foxiest girls in NYC of that era—was an instant style icon and a supremely confident frontwoman. She’s what they call a “belter,” like Ethyl Merman. Back then she was a tiny thing, but her voice had the power of seasoned soul diva.
I thought their act was magic, capturing a particular type of distinctly East Village lightning in a bottle. These (mostly) pre-fame videos of Deee-Lite show that magic in action.
Above, Deee-Lite doing “Try Me On, I’m Very You” in 1989, a year before their classic World Clique album was released, at Irving Plaza for the “Viva Carlo Viva Libertad” benefit concert to raise legal-defense funds for art critic Carlo McCormick after he was thrown into a Mexican jail.
Jerry Garden—apparently a man who enjoys both fine dining and tripping—reviews The Sparrow restaurant located in Plateau Mont-Royal, Montréal.
Jerry Garden starts out with “Just finished eating at sparrow.” I imagine Jerry tripping feverishly and saying to himself, “Must. Get. Back. Home. And. Write. Review. For. The. Sparrow.”
Please enjoy Jerry’s review of The Sparrow via Urban Spoon:
Just finished eating at sparrow and had a great time! I must say that this is the best restaurant in Montreal to attend while high on acid.
My dining partner and I dropped two tabs of LSD right before entering the bar. It’s probably a good thing that the waitress took a half hour to come to our table as by that point we were tripping balls. I ordered a st Ambroise oatmeal stout and my friend ordered a varietal of scotch. It was while he was ordering that I noticed that the flowery print on her shirt seemed to meld into the extravagant wallpaper (which also featured sounds of tw rainforest and real bird calls).
For an entree, I ordered the BLT and she got the hamburger. My BLT was great and the overflowing boar bacon juice moisturizer my hands nicely. My dining partner could not approach her burger as they kept returning it too rare (she swears that the patty was pulsating and full of blood, perhaps still alive).
After we finished, we waited for what seeme like forever before we got the bill. To our amazing surprise, the bill had been there the whole time and the waitress abruptly asked us to settle up. I was simply having too great a time with the ceiling fans and over-the-top wall paper! Sparrow rules, as does LSD.
I got pretty confused while trying to sort out the bills in my wallet as the colors seemed to bleed together and almost speak to me… But our waitress was so helpful with the math!
I highly recommend this restaurant for anyone high on acid!
For the first time in a long time, I recorded a new Dangerous Minds interview show, this time with my old friend Douglas Rushkoff who was in Los Angeles on Tuesday doing press and media appearances—like Joe Rogan’s podcast and Jason Calacanis’ This Week in Start-Ups—to promote his new book, Present Shock: When Everything Happens Now (This was actually taped in Jason’s TWIST studio starting about two minutes after he and Doug finished up).
As I say at the end of the interview, I think Present Shock is Rushkoff’s best yet and I think it’s going to be his best-selling book, as well. Present Shock addresses certain key issues about modern life and where technology is taking all of us, so this isn’t a book aimed at advertising creatives or cyber theorists, it’s a very “big picture” book for everyone who wants to understand where we are, and we’re we’re headed in the always on “now.”
No, this wasn’t Black Sabbath’s attempt to make their own Yellow Submarine, this is actually just a (pretty darned brilliant) parody from the short-lived Comedy Central series, TV Funhouse.
The band goes on vacation in Hawaii to unwind after a tour. Ozzy, naturally, is portrayed as a befuddled idiot, Bill’s drunk as hell and Geezer and Tony are stuck-up, disapproving snobs. Produced by Robert Smiegel, animated by John Schnall and written by Metalocalypse co-creator Tommy Blacha.
Some drug-damaged YouTube commenters—and no doubt Ozzy himself—seem to think they remember this from the 1970s!!!
This mash-up of James Brown’s “It’s a Man’s Man’s Man’s World” works freakishly well with the Game of Thrones theme song. I would have never thought of these two songs paired together in a million years, but the proof is in the pudding.
One minor quibble though, anyone who watches Game of Thrones knows “It’s a Woman’s Woman’s Woman’s World.”