Wow, who knew the anger (well, irritation) that bubbled beneath the surface in Detroit's little indie gay scene? My off-hand quip about Fierce Hot Mess in my last post upset a lot of people! Check out the comments section if you don't believe me.
I would like to clarify a bit - that comment was intended as a joke about how old I am, not about how fun Fierce Hot Mess is not. That sentence was painting a picture of a very specific situation - me, hearing a song I've already lived through and whose charm is now lost on me, watching a bunch of kids half my age dance around to what is for them a golden oldie. As I've expressed to Adriel, the FHM organizer, a number of times, sometimes I just feel kind of old when I'm there. I do not feel that way at Macho City. That was my point.
What more ringing endorsement could a club night have than some 40-year old guy feels old when he's there? That should get the kids lined up 'round the block!
Man, nobody objected to me calling myself old and creepy, but God forbid I question a musical choice at Fierce Hot Mess. I'm tearing down Detroit's whole cool gay scene!
Lest anyone forget the love I have lavished on Fierce Hot Mess, let me remind you:
Announcing Fierce Hot Mess!
They're playing Sylvester at FHM this month.
I think Andy Warhol said it best ...
Back from San Fran and ready for more Mess
Fierce Hot Mess goes Bi
The upstart competition doesn't rate
A night out to revitalize the soul
I love my indie gay nights/introducting Macho City
Fierce Hot Mess in the Supergay Slate for 'Best of Detroit'