Queens of Burlesque!

Immodesty-BlaizeLe Poisson Rouge was ablaze last night, and not just Immodesty (photo left), although she was in full ermine regalia, albeit until she shared her bodacious body with the ravenous crowd.

All hail the Queens of Burlesque. An international cavalcade of women that would melt even the flimsiest veneer of even the most stoic prude. This is not your granddaddy's bump-and-grind of days gone by.

Some of the hottest gals on scene strutted, shook, shimmied, stretched, whipped, and preened to the catcalls, table thumping, and whistles of adoring guys and dolls en masse.

My head is throbbing just thinkin' about it all. I could barely keep off the Mrs. when I finally staggered home and crawled into bed.

But where does one begin?

From the neck down?

There was the New Jersey firecracker and former Ms. Cyclone and Ms. Exotic World winner Angie Pontani with her two-thousand watt smile and diminutive body of death.

The sultry Jessica Rabbit, ginger allure of the L.A.-based Catherine D'lish, who left my heart a-thumpin' and my palms sweatin'.

The Seattle-based, Academy of Burlesque founder Miss Indigo Blue with her very delectably tempestuous Temptation tribute worked the crowd into a frothy frenzy.

All the way from the other side of pond, U.K. sensation and international superstar Immodesty Blaize. Yes, Viking lads, I have seen the future and it is ablaze. (Ah, Miss Blaize, I shall cherish my stage memory of you for the rest of my life! You have even replaced Anita Ekberg in La Dolce Vita in that region of my loins, I mean, brain.)

And everyone's favorite glamazon gal, all the way from New York City, Ms. 44 herself, the one and only...Dirty Martini. I'll take mine shaken and shaken, and then shaken again. Please do not stir.

As MC Murry Hill astutely proclaimed to the management of the SRO-only venue, "Bet this beats indie rock bands night anytime!!!" Sure as hell does in my book. And this is a book that needs to witnessed by every man, woman, and man-child in the Big Shiny Apple.

Furthermore, I can't even begin to fling enough superlatives at, er, Mr. Hill as the finest, hardest workin' middle-aged MC I've witnessed in all of my years of covering this Business We Call Show. Funny, profane, spontaneous, gregarious and...Holy Shit! Will somebody hire this man for their son's next Bar Mitzvah? And pay him the big bucks to bring in his Glamazon Gals for a truly righteous and memorable passage into manhood.

I can't wait 'til the next show.

God bless Mr. Hill and the Queens of Burlesque!

peace,

Dusty Wright

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Mr. Wright is the former editor-in-chief of Creem and Prince's New Power Generation magazines as well as a writer of films, fiction, and music. He is also a singer/songwriter who has released 3 solo CDs, and a member of the folk-rock quartet GIANTfingers. And before all of this he was a William Morris agent.

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