Girl, I'm trippin'!BrianB
why doesn't my cock have tusks?
Why isn't my forehead bedazzled?
Why don't I have a bedazzled cock?
HA! I think we know why, honey.
Oh, my. And to think I have to come up with a Shameless Saturday Camp Explosion today, in the doubtless vain hope of even starting to approach this.If I had all the money in the world, I would stage an exact recreation of this, to the smallest detail, as a vehicle for Miss Dina Martina. Only she could live up to Raffaella's special kind of madness.
This is definitely an explosion of some sort!
I understand musically what's going on: there was a disco Beatles medley (a precursor to "Stars on 45") that was popular in Europe around this time. The "Hey Jude" segment is a duplicate of that. But those visuals! Yellow Submarine meets Juliet of the Spirits! I so wish I were on drugs this morning to fully appreciate it.
Oh deary dear,so many bad things to comment on..what the f*ck is going on @ 1:42? A quartet that's a mixture of Chaplin's tramp, shirtless Chippendale dancers and elephant-trunk-for-a-penis pants. Followed @ 2:33 by a multitude of naked twits with Bowlers & umbrellas. Followed @ 2:54 by the Grand Duchess of Bad Dancing.
A truly epic piece of cabaret. I only wish she had sung 'I am the Walrus' as the finale. I could have lent the the perfect costume for that.
Tragical mystery tour!
To her credit, she sang all the notes....just not in the right order...still, her dancing boys were cute, twinkled their asses off and exposed their long shapely legs....and the garters! I must get my smelling salts!
is that a drag queen?
If perfection can be summed up in a video, then this is it!Raffaella is our Queen...JxPS I fully expect Carnaby Street to be like this every time I go there. Sadly, it is not.
Nekkid dancing men with bowlers, elephant trunk pants, Raffaella in a 'fro with a bedazzled brow and a Sargent Pepper pushing a pole! What more could you ask for?! LOVE the manic dancing at the end, classic Raffaella style! Wish I saw THIS show on Sundays when I was a kid having dinner at my Auntie Ann's in Detroit, it would have sure beat the hell out of watching the Lawrence Welk show! Grazie, Thombeau!
It might have changed your life! Nah, you'd be just as crazy either way.