Seventh Heaven

Club Glitz is Seven

Betty Rules

Blue Period's monthly Rock and Roll Glam Slam at the lovely Paradise Lounge, Club Glitz, born in January, had its July birthday on the 28th.

This Glitz came with a warning label - word is out - it may be the last. Nightclub ownership has changed hands and we just don't know. Well, we don't threaten so easy, PF-Swirly-Matt-Adrian-Tommy! So I will make this fast. Real estate and politics be damned.

Glitz veteran, MC and Fashion Plate, Patty O' Furniture was a Gheri-curl girl in a wall-paper-pretty jumpsuit and started the evening with throwing out movie passes, posters and plaid underwear to any and all. Keeping it fair and keeping her eyes closed. How romantic.

CD's all over the place. Swag-a-palooza. (Halfcocked, not half bad.) Other Glitz vets, DJ's Danny Mack spinning top shelf glam on the top level while Damon and Shindog had their own party in the VIP Lounge. In between these two spinners were our hair and make up people, Damian, Mark and Rafael with the Instant Glamour Booth and more glitter and lip-gloss than allowed by law.

Now, to the music, first up, Funhouse from Detroit covered the Stooges for us. They want to be our Dog. Ruff. Then in second position, E*Lux from Hollywood. They just want. A lot of angst and a lot of eye make up. They had a lady bass player too, but who's counting. Nice vocals.

The evening's special theme was the wonderful rock musical, "Hedwig and the Angry Inch." Blue Period helped launch the opening of this film last weekend at the Embarcadero Landmark Theater with a special appearance and a cover of the title song "Angry Inch" which was especially nice to hear echoing through the corridors of the Financial District.

Our usual midnight rendezvous brought Blue Period to the stage for what could be the Last Glitz for the time being. Maybe it's time to find a new home. Technical Difficulties drove us all crazy. "Can I have less me?" is a question I never want to answer. It was a rocky start to a solid rock set. A finale of "Angry Inch" brought out Adrian Roberts in a blonde Farrah Fawcet wig with the help of Moonlife Claudio and Salon Kim doubling as curtain rods.

Please stay tuned to the website for more info on the destiny of Club Glitz and that's Blue dash Period dot com slash glitz. (www.blue-period.com/glitz)

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Betty Rules: A Guy From Atlantic Wants to Sign Us

Sixteen-year rock veterans, Betty is getting their act together and taking it to Fort Mason. The latest meeting of Rock and Roll with the legit theater is a performance piece that is one part concert, two parts life on the road, a smidgen of Dorothy in Oz with a pinch of Shelly Winters. It's a world premiere and it's taking place at our own world-class Magic Theater.

You know Betty is a band. The Cause Kids from the 80's who fronted for PETA, Pro-Choice and every candidate that should have won. I'm sure they are tired of being referred to as an "all girl band" but they are. Add to that a double-hit label, punk and political. But that's happens to women with outrageous brains. Betty is and Betty does. The trio is Alyson Palmer, "the pretty one,' wearing a vinyl kick-slit miniskirt, hi-heel sneakers and Afro puffs, she is as tall as the statue of liberty and doubles on base. The (not twin) Ziff sisters, Amy and Elizabeth are "the lesbian" and "the blonde", playing guitar and cello respectively. They are backed up nicely by T. Mino Gori and Tony Salvatore on drums and guitar, again, respectively.

The too-long title refers to the rock fairy tale of the record company executive Prince Charming who slips on the glass record contract, then you tour happily ever after. Only to learn it's a journey not a contract. The beat is lively and hard rocking in spots. Nicely paced by director, Michael Grief, who directed Rent, the show gets a little mushy and sentimental in places. As corny as Kansas in August. They're just girls that can't say no and all they want is a room some where, far away from the cold night's air. The Ramones meet Rogers and Hammerstein. Polished vocals tell stories of abortion and anorexia, mom's death and broken hearts, being bone thin and a chubette, petite and too tall, gay, straight and bi, black and white, stoned, sober, Christian and Jew.

All girl, lady-like and tom boy. All this and not a trace of male bashing. The snappy comedy skits are more Spinal Tap than Gloria Steinem. You have to keep in mind when they started out in the 80's Bush was President, Aids was raging, Pro-choice was threatened and the Go Go's were on tour. Uh, yeah. My, how things have changed. Stand out piece is the cover version of White Rabbit, revealing the inner voice and creative stream of consciousness as wonderful as the at-bat scene in Bull Durham or the last 40 pages of Ulysses. Beauty and brains with a really good beat. And you can dance to it.

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