­
­
­

Author Archives: Alan Ilagan

More than Cocks & Flowers

One of my biggest ‘fans’ recently commented that she stopped reading my blog a long time ago because it was only cocks and flowers.

I wish!

I wish it was that easy.

I wish that was all I had to post.

I wish that I could be content to limit myself to such basic, if fertile, topics. 

Alas, it’s nowhere near the truth, as anyone who has read a week’s worth of posts at any time can truthfully attest. And to provide ample evidence, here’s a brief yet substantial list of some favored posts, none of which have anything to do with flowers or dick. (I’m not exactly selling it, am I?)

Continue reading ...

Dazzler of the Day: Jalen Hurts

Helming the crushing defeat the Philadelphia Eagles just delivered to the Kansas City Chiefs in this year’s Super Bowl, quarterback Jalen Hurts more than deserves this Dazzler of the Day. It’s also worth noting that his entire management team is comprised of women, so maybe we need to see more of that secret to success. A Dazzler of the Day and the MVP in one week – pretty impressive – and he didn’t even need to bother with the attention-seeking distraction of the current FOTUS. 

Continue reading ...

Travis Kelce & the KC Chiefs Win the Next FAFO Award

It’s fascinating to witness in real time what happens to a person before and after they align themselves with Donald Trump, even if it’s in the smallest ways. Spoiler alert: their life always turns to shit, as we have seen time and time again. Case in point is the stark divide between the Travis Kelce before he said it would be a ‘great honor’ for Trump to attend the Super Bowl, and the Travis Kelce after he said it. It’s the ultimate schadenfreude moment of gratuitous FAFO at a time when so much of it is already happening. 

Once upon a time Travis Kelce could do no wrong in these parts. He was a Dazzler of the Day, he was dating Taylor Swift (for which I happened to be very happy because why would anyone have a problem with love?) and his team was headed to a possible three-peat of Super Bowl glory. What could possibly go so wrong, so quickly and so definitively? Well, he bowed to the idea of Donald Trump attending his Super Bowl, saying it would be a “great honor” for the FOTUS (Felon of the United States, because he is literally a convicted felon, whether you want to admit reality or not) to be at the game. And as it invariably happens for all people who align with Donald Trump in any fashion, Travis Kelce’s Super Bowl dreams turned into a pile of steaming, uncatchable shit. Let’s go back to fully understand this FAFO moment…

Last year, after Taylor Swift had been dating Travis for a while, she was attacked by Trump online, who wrote “I HATE TAYLOR SWIFT!” in all caps like a child. Now, this was to be expected – she had endorsed his opponent, and Trump’s always been a big baby, so of course he tweeted out he hates her. One would assume that Travis might have a problem with that, since he seemed to be in so much love, but I don’t recall hearing much about his reaction, which is fine, but that’s the history of Trump and Taylor. 

Cut to a press conference a day or two before the Super Bowl, in which Travis was asked what he thought about Trump attending the game. (When asked if he wanted to comment on Kanye West, another Swift nemesis, he was able to simply say a one-word ‘no’.) For Trump, he expounded, saying he thought it would be a “great honor” for him to attend, and that, “I’m excited because it’s the biggest game of my life and having the president there – it’s the best country in the world – and that’s pretty cool.”

If anyone else had been President at this moment, maybe it was a safe and decent thing to say, because the office of President carries its own honor despite who fills it – in this instance, when it’s a convicted felon, that office and its inherent honor are undeniably tainted, and can no longer be separated. This isn’t hard math, and anyone who wants to cloud the issue knows they are just trying to hide behind previous ideas of propriety that the current President himself doesn’t begin to approach. 

So Travis knew what he was doing right before the biggest game of his life. Unfortunately, as history has shown, once you cozy up to a poisonous snake, you stand a good chance of getting poisoned. Cut to the big game. Travis dropped the ball, the Chiefs played abysmally and completely fell apart – it’s almost like God was pissed at them for something… and the entire team seemed to be afflicted by the “great honor” of Trump’s presence. They choked, they tanked, they sucked, all under the watchful eye of Trump (well, until he left early before it was even over). Kelce’s teammate, and their star quarterback Patrick Mahomes, had made similar Trump-supporting comments (he was also a previous Dazzler of the Day whose allegiance to Trump came to light after that) and I won’t even get into the disaster that is Harrison Butker. (Did you even play in this game, sir?) 

Taylor got audibly booed when they showed her on the big screen – a moment that Trump proceeded to share online with more attacks against her. The FAFO syndrome that comes from any affiliation with Trump was in full effect. That Swift was brought into it at all, and left undefended by her boyfriend, is telling and unforgivable, and I hope the Swifties take swift and thunderous action. (We are so ready for it.)

Travis, a word: that’s your girlfriend getting attacked, by the same guy who already proclaimed to the world that he hated her. And you said it was a great honor to have him at the game. That’s just fucked up. Karma took care of your ass, or maybe it actually was God being mad at the Chiefs for leaning into MAGA (religion works both ways if you want to talk about such magical thinking – you can’t give it up to the guy in the sky only when things are going well for you unless you’re giving it up to Him when they aren’t, and I didn’t hear any of those players thank God after they lost so spectacularly). We eagerly await word on how Travis might make this right; I expect radio silence because he doesn’t seem to be the kind of guy to stick his neck out to honor a girlfriend. It also speaks to a broader problem with this country.

At this point every possible moment to resist this wannabe-dictator should be taken to stop and condemn him, and when you have such a public and far-reaching platform, to not do so is a large part of how we got here in the first place. (To allow your own girlfriend to get attacked and not do anything just makes you a dick.)

One final bit of advice for Taylor Swift: it’s time for your next break-up album. Do it now. 

FAFO – The First Award

FAFO – The Police Union

FAFO – The Free Press

{Hurts so good!}

Continue reading ...

The Body of Man in Youth

This shirtless section of The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale comes to a close with this post, but fret not, we’ve only just begun this semi-salacious journey and there is much more to come… In the meantime, a few choice quotations from people who had a better, and much more succinct, way with words than me. 

Old age and treachery will always beat youth and exuberance.” ~ David Mamet

“I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity.” ~ Albert Einstein

“There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.” ~ Sophia Loren

“Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.” ~ Franz Kafka

“In order to acquire a growing and lasting respect in society, it is a good thing, if you possess great talent, to give, early in your youth, a very hard kick to the right shin of the society that you love. After that, be a snob.” ~ Salvador Dali

“If boyhood and youth are but vanity, must it not be our ambition to become men?” ~ Vincent Van Gogh

~ The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale ~

  1. Pink Frilly Fairy: Part OnePart Two, and Part Three
  2. Homage to Herb: Part One and Part Two
Continue reading ...

Body Immortally Bruised

Almost exactly twenty years ago this month, I was taking these photos on a Sunday afternoon in winter, when I hoped for empty industrial spaces that evoked the garages of Herb Ritts and a man named Fred holding onto a couple of tires. It was freezing cold, but something impelled me not to waste any more time. I understood on some level that I had to capture the magic of the last few months of my twenties. Even then, I felt the tug of age on a gay man’s body, the way time tears away at the very things that would make it necessary to stay even marginally attractive. The majority of my thoughts were that I didn’t mind aging if I was more or less happy in my life, and if I wasn’t happy in my life, then not aging certainly wouldn’t change that. Bottom line: I was contentedly resigned. 

That would ebb and flow differently over the years, and now that the years are piling upon one another faster and faster, thanks to my own perception of time after going over the middle-age hump, I find pockets of space where I look back at the person I used to be

Now you know you’re a cute little heartbreaker
You know you’re a sweet little lovemaker
Hey
I wanna take you home
I won’t do you no harm, no
You’ve gotta be all mine, all mine
Oooh, foxy lady

Andy said this is the song that presented itself in his mind when he first saw me walk across a crowded bar floor – ‘Foxy Lady’ by Jimi Hendrix. I wasn’t even aware that he was there or watching, so I could not have been putting on a show for him. It was his first impression, coupled with a mental assessment of ‘Bitchy queen‘. He’s usually spot-on in his initial readings of people. Foxy and bitchy and everything-but-nice ~ and I won’t pretend that wasn’t me way back when. 

I see you down on the scene
You make me wanna get up and scream
I’ve made up my mind
I’m tired of wasting all my precious time
You’ve gotta be all mine, all mine
Foxy lady

I’m gonna take you home
I won’t do you no harm, no
You’ve gotta be all mine, all mine
Ooh, foxey lady

Here I come, baby
Comin’ to get ya
Foxy Lady

Some nights I can still summon that spirit and energy and attitude, some days too, if I work hard enough at it. Mind over body at this point, and the latter is becoming slower and slower to follow. For ‘The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale’ I channeled what it was like to inhabit the body of a man on the verge of thirty – and what once felt impossibly ancient now feels impossibly young. How were we ever so old, and ever so young, all at the same time?

One of the dangers in presenting a project from twenty years ago is the inevitable comparisons that crop up. I must remind myself that, ‘Comparison is the ultimate thief of joy.’ Words worth remembering and honoring. Would you switch your mind and body so as to maximize when they were at their best? I’d rather not risk it – the way we age is designed in the way it’s meant to unfold. Fighting that has its fun, but is always a battle that can only be lost. 

Right now, I’m looking back at these photos of me at the age of 29 and I’m mildly amused, lightly impressed, and mostly grateful for having had the youth not everyone is afforded. 

A favorite scene from ‘Schitt’s Creek’:

  • Moira Rose: I am suddenly overwhelmed with regret. It’s a new feeling for me, and I don’t find it at all pleasurable.
  • Stevie Budd: You regret that embarassing photos of you aren’t online?
  • Moira Rose: No, I regret that they’re lost. They were the one perfect memorial to who I once was. And I should’ve appreciated those firm round mammae and callipygian ass while I had them.
  • Stevie Budd: If you’re talking about your body, uh… I think you still look amazing.
  • Moira Rose: Then allow me to offer you some advice: Take a thousand naked pictures of yourself now. You may currently think, “Oh, I’m too spooky.” Or, “Nobody wants to see these tiny boobies.” But, believe me, one day you will look at those photos with much kinder eyes and say, “Dear God, I was a beautiful thing!”
  • Stevie Budd: Will I?
  • Moira Rose: Mm-hm. Oh, and make sure you submit those photos to the Internet. Otherwise, your own children will go looking for them one day and, tragically, they won’t be there.

~ The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale ~

  1. Pink Frilly Fairy: Part OnePart Two, and Part Three
  2. Homage to Herb: Part One 
Continue reading ...

Homage To Herb

After a magnificently pink opening act, the Divine Diva pendulum swings brutally back in another direction, bringing us from the frills of a particular sort of femininity to the main drag of a specific masculinity. The images we have in our minds of what makes a man masculine have largely been created, coded, and curated by gay men – case in point is Herb Ritts and his photography featuring males.

From the iconic ‘Fred with Tires’ – the inspiration and aspiration for this series of pictures – to his video direction for Madonna and Janet Jackson, Ritts was a gay man whose visions conjured the icons of the 80’s and 90’s. His male forms were stereotypically masculine in their greasy garage play and nonchalant tossing of shirts. That a gay man should have molded the ideals and images of male beauty for the mainstream is only fitting, and the way he worked shirtless male models and a wardrobe of simplicity into the fashion world set the tone for the supermodel explosion to come. 

Like most of the world, I was introduced to Herb’s work through Madonna and the iconic cover shots of her ‘True Blue‘ and ‘Like A Prayer‘ albums. Their alchemy created a different kind of magic, one that spoke to a young gay guy on a visceral plane. I remember finding solace in his work during the hot and trying recesses of a summer program at Brown University, where I felt entirely out of place and at odds with the surrounding of other young people my age. At every opportunity I’d escape from the studious pack and spend time in the nearby bookstore that had photo books by Herb Ritts for escapist perusal. His ‘M’ and ‘W’ volumes were not in my syllabus, but I bought them anyway and smuggled the beautiful black-cloth-bound tomes into my dorm room undetected by anyone else. Just being close to art in those days made me feel better about being in the world. Every little bit helped. 

In those pages, I found the strength inherent in talent, the inspiration that weaved through raw beauty, and the early framing of what made for a powerful image. It wasn’t even something I could formulate into words – it spoke to me in a more primal manner, and I, to my own surprise, responded in primal kind. 

“Do you know how sometimes you see a man, and you’re not sure if you want to get in his pants or if you want to cry? Not because you can’t have him; maybe you can. But you see right away something in him beyond having. You can’t screw your way into it, any more than you can get at the golden egg by slitting the goose. So you want to cry, not like a child, but like an exile who is reminded of his homeland.” – Mark Merlis

Wet, wily, wistful, wild – the men in the photographs whispered wanton wants into my all-too-willing youthful winsomeness. Whether I understood that, or had other wishes on my mind, I couldn’t – and I won’t – tell you. Some things are better left unsaid… as someone once sang. 

The original physical version of The Divine Diva Tour Book: A Fairy’s Tale has the lyrics of ‘Total Eclipse of the Heart’ printed out to accompany these photos. The song has changed over the years, the way certain songs come to mean new things depending on whether we allow ourselves to grow along with them. Twenty years ago they meant something a little more tender, and ten years before that they were somehow even more precious. Time chisels away at our bodies, like sand blown relentlessly on stone. It slowly softens, insidiously erases, and gradually but entirely dismantles everything we once thought we were. Nothing – and no one – stands victoriously against time. 

~ The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale ~

  1. Pink Frilly Fairy: Part OnePart Two, and Part Three
Continue reading ...

Glitter and Be Gay

This post may be the most powerful piece of counter-programming that the Super Bowl has ever seen – and I’ve made more than my fair share of counter-programming posts for Super Bowl Sunday. Here we continue the magnificently opulent opening of The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale which finds a stripped-off and stripped-down before-and-after scene, where ruffled lace bloomers stand-in for more hidden lace and ruffles. The essence of a woman intersperses with the essence of a man – and who can tell which is which? We each play a part, usually several, in any give day. To even attempt to dull the shine and sully the sparkle of another creature because you do not fully understand them… is a certain destroyer of one’s karma. There are places in hell for that kind of behavior, even when you don’t realize you’re doing it. Ignorance is not bliss, nor is it an excuse for hatred. 

Glitter and be gay
That’s the part I play
Here I am in Paris, France
Forced to bend my soul
To a sordid role
Victimized by bitter
Bitter circumstance…

Ah, ’twas not to be
Harsh necessity
Brought me to this gilded cage
Born to higher things
Here I drop my wings
Ah!
Singing of a sorrow
Nothing can assuage

And yet, of course, I rather like to revel, ha ha!
I have no strong objection to champagne, ha ha!
My wardrobe is expensive as the devil, ha ha!
Perhaps it is ignoble to complain
Enough, enough
Of being basely tearful
I’ll show my noble stuff
By being bright and cheerful

Let us not be saddened by worldly wear and cynical tear; let us instead escape on clouds of ruffles and lace, lit by lamps of beaded glass fringe, and hung by ropes of diamonds

Pearls and ruby rings
Ah, how can worldly things
Take the place of honor lost?
Can they compensate
For my fallen state?
Purchased as they were at such a, at such an awful cost?
Bracelets, lavallieres
Can they dry my tears?
Can they blind my eyes to shame?
Can the brightest brooch
Shield me from reproach?
Can the purest diamond purify my name?

When questions of a darker time plague the mind, and shadows elongate into the fierce and deadly, the sparkling lot of a jewelry box is sometimes the only thing that will pierce the blackness. We’ll make our own damn stars if the universe refuses to deliver. We’ll don our own starlight – and we’ll stay in the glorious fight.

“During the darkest days of the AIDS crisis, we buried our friends in the morning, we protested in the afternoon, and we danced all night. The dance kept us in the fight because it was the dance we were fighting for. It didn’t look like we were going to win then and we did. It doesn’t feel like we’re going to win now but we could. Keep fighting, keep dancing.” – Dan Savage

And yet, of course, these trinkets are endearing, ha ha!
I’m oh so glad my sapphire is a star, ha ha!
I rather like a twenty carat earring, ha ha!
If I’m not pure at least my jewels are!
Enough, enough
I’ll take their diamond necklace
And show my noble stuff
By being gay and reckless!

~ The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale ~

Part One and Part Two

Continue reading ...

Just An Old-Fashioned Girl

Eartha Kitt provides her signature cheeky glamour in this song selection for the next installment of ‘The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale‘. It reminds me of that hilarious time one of my, shall we say ‘critics’, voiced their claim that I married Andy for his sugar daddy status, which Andy actually found more riotously funny than me. All these years of joking about being a ‘Material Girl’ somehow left an impression that I was actually a material girl, but when you know something isn’t true it doesn’t really leave a sting. An amusing anecdote perhaps, never a sting. There are scorpions far more skilled than issuing such amateurish accusations. And so I play it up, giving the people what they want and indulging in the very image with which they find such bothersome fault. Eartha had this playbook down pat.

I’m just an old-fashioned girl with an old-fashioned mind
Not sophisticated I’m the plain and simple kind
I want an old-fashioned house with an old-fashioned fence
And an old-fashioned millionaire
I like the old-fashioned flowers, violets are for me
Have them made in diamonds by the man at Tiffany
I want an old-fashioned house with an old-fashioned fence
And an old-fashioned millionaire.

I like Chopin and Bizet and the songs of yesterday
String quartets and Polynesian carols
But the music that excels is the sound of oil wells
As they slurp, slurp, slurp into the barrels.
My little home will be quaint as an old parasol
And instead of carpets I’ll have money wall to wall
I want an old-fashioned house with an old-fashioned fence
And an old-fashioned millionaire.

~ The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale ~

Part One

Continue reading ...

The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale ~ The Opening Act

“I was a queen, and you took away my crown; a wife, and you killed my husband; a mother, and you deprived me of my children. My blood alone remains: take it, but do not make me suffer long.” ~ Marie Antoinette

“An entrance is everything. It’s how we present ourselves to an audience. It’s how we present ourselves in life. A man who would barge in on a woman in her bath is a pig. She should know from his entrance how it’s going to end. I’ll show you an entrance…” ~ Terrence McNally

It begins with a man in a dress.
A very pink and very frilly dress.
A dress rife with ruffles, filled deeply with drama.
A dress designed for lounging before a looking glass.
A dress designed for gazing – a dress designed to be gazed upon.

Accompanied by the words of one of our grandest divas of all:
“Look around! Everywhere you turn there’s heartache. It’s everywhere that you go! You try everything you can to escape the pain of life that you know. When all else fails and you long to be something better than you are today, I know a place where you can get away…”

“All you need is your own imagination, so use it, that’s what it’s for. Go inside for your finest inspiration, your dreams will open the door. It makes no difference if you’re black or white, if you’re a boy or a girl. If the music’s pumping it will give you new life – you’re a superstar! Yes, that’s what you are!”

Beauty’s where you find it, not just where you bump and grind it.

Soul is in the musical, that’s where I feel so beautiful…

Magical!

Life’s a ball!

This is where vanity rules the day.
This is where the surface is all that matters.
This is where glamour and fame and fabulousness reach dizzying heights of delight.
This is where the shallow and the superficial collide in phantasmagoric majesty.
This is The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale.
All hail the Queen.
It’s everything you thought it would be, and so much more.
This is the ride of your life.
Fasten your seat belts, it’s going to be a bumpy night.

“Qu ‘ils mangent de la brioche.”

~ The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale ~

Continue reading ...

Overture & Opening Credits

All is an-ti-ci-pa-tion.

My very favorite part of any endeavor: the anticipation. 

A quick tuning of the orchestra – arpeggios and scales and troublesome stitches of difficult passages – and then the lights go down.

An-

ti-

ci-

pa-

tion…

A lone figure stands at a podium. The music laid out before them. Everything has already been written. Every piece of the story is already in place. All that is left to do is follow the leader. 

The overture begins… and this one has been heralded as the overture to end all overtures.

The comical drama of the flawed ‘Candide’ was more fitting for this opening than I cared to realize at the time, full of folly and beauty and poignancy, all amid a world of wicked waywardness and the worst of humanity. Glimmers of the best surface too, little sparks in the blackest night, and you too may be surprised at the might of one candle’s flickering flame. 

A figure shrouded in layers of lilac tulle steps onto a golden chair – a fairy on the precipice of flight or fall…

Continue reading ...

A Dark Prequel to Divinity

While the Divine Diva Tour is an exercise in escapism, part of the essence of escapism is in needing to escape from something. Though the world has recently given us that in excess, back in 2005 the dark underside of this fairy’s tale was a trajectory that began with silly pomp and circumstance, then gradually bled into something deeper. Hints and foreshadowing of the impending darkness inherent to any desperate bid for escape appear here, preparing the viewer for the possibility of our corridor growing ever dimmer. Still, wrapped in color and sleights of imagery, it begs the question of whether what is being seen is truly as awful as what is being hinted at – and whether any of it was ever real. 

Many people often wonder what everyone did in the days leading up to a pivotal moment in history – like how did the people of Germany live as Hitler was rising up. Perhaps we need to look around and take stock of what we are doing in America at this very moment. Every little step or minute motion towards a destination is part of how it all happens. It all matters. 

There is something seductive about the way a properly-tied noose slides so smoothly around the neck.

“A person must pay dearly for the divine gift of creative fire.” – C.G. Jung

Continue reading ...

The Emergence of A Divine Diva: A Fairy Takes Flight

The year was 2005, and that’s saying something when you truly divine everything in it: there is more in that opening salvo than meets the eye and mind. If you think about the enormity of what twenty years truly encompasses you wouldn’t be so flippant in moving onto the next sentence. Already I’m alienating the reader in likely-unnecessary warnings, but if there’s one thing that the project I’m about to present taught me it was to unabashedly be myself. That means being absolutely willing to look like a fool and an idiot, and having the utmost fun in doing so. It means leaning into the idea of fantasy and escape as a viable means of mentally dealing with an imperfect and increasingly-awful world. It means embracing your own divinity and fabulousness in the face of those who would have you silent and suppressed.

‘The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale’ was my project from 2005 – two long decades ago, when the world was decidedly different, and going on tour merely meant traveling to see friends around the country. Following the subtle writings of 2004’s ‘shades of gray’, the contemplative musings of 2003’s ‘Talented Trickster Tour: Reflections of a Floating World‘, the earnest garden diary of 2002’s ‘Words of a Gardener‘ and 2001’s scandalous ‘MAN*BOY‘, ‘The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale’ was originally conceived as an escapist bit of visual fantasy. It came after that string of rather serious and occasionally somber works, and on the surface it was very much a celebration of superficial glamour and sparkle. Underneath it all there was a more serious theme emerging, but rather than present it in dour fashion, I tried to dress it up in feathers and sequins, the way I’ve tried to dress up life whenever it threatens to bring us down.

The Divine Diva Tour was very much centered on the glamour of being a diva – the frills and fun and ridiculousness of it all – wrapped in satin and shine, studded with sparkle and pizzazz, and given divine life through attitude and insistence. It also posited questions on what it meant to be feminine versus masculine, the ever-evolving perception and reality of gender roles, and the multi-faceted realm of sexuality. It was a tale told by a fairy, and the element of being gay was at its heart, informing every glitter-littering step, lifting every fluttering wing. It also marked my first flirtation with drag in any sense of the word, and also my last, as I make for an ugly-ass woman (the eyebrows alone were horrendous) but it all added to the element of play and fun and riotous abandon.

This project remained buried for years, much like ‘shades of gray‘ and other golden-oldies. I’m not entirely sure why, other than concerns typically ran to what was current rather than what had once been. Seeing as it was one of my most fantasy-fueled works it feels like the right time to resurrect it, coinciding with its 20th anniversary. It’s also relatively light-on-the-writing-and-reading and heavy on the visuals, so it’s easy to digest, and ideal for the current state of the world. Without further ado, our presentation of ‘The Divina Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale’ takes wing starting today…

Continue reading ...

Once Upon a Fairy’s Playlist…

Forming the Preamble to ‘The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale’, the following playlist was actually burned to CDs and sent out to my friends before that fateful tour even began. Hey, it was 2005 – I’m not even sure we had playlists then. The musical selections for this portion of the Divine Diva project were designed to be quietly enchanting, with an element of whimsy, highlighting the fairytale aspect of what was to come. This is very much moody music, conjured for atmosphere and ambiance, to set a tone of dream-like intrigue and fantasy. It’s also night music, for drifting off to sleep on clouds of sheep and rolling hills of cotton candy. Compile and play accordingly, tomorrow we tour… 

~ Beautiful Dreamer

~ Prologue

Vois sur ton chemin

~ Fairytale

~ Dance of the Swans

~ I Could Have Danced All Night

~ Champagne Time

~ I Melt With You

~ A Sorta Fairytale

~ Sleeping Beauty Waltz

~ City of Quartz

~ The Lilac Fairy

Continue reading ...

The Lilac Fairy

Shades of lilac and lavender in a tulle puff of a strapless dress, flitting about like a cloud of fairy dust – not wholly solid, more of a wisp, a whisper, a hint of something purple in the air

A spring night, a summer party, a lavender lilt – memories of a perfume and a song

A start to something divine… 

In Tchaikovsky’s ‘Sleeping Beauty’ ballet, “the Lilac Fairy is a benevolent fairy who represents wisdom and protection” and ultimately helps Sleeping Beauty find her happy ending. My own fairy’s tale doesn’t come to such joyful fruition, but a story isn’t told from the end to the beginning…

Continue reading ...