Kara, when Bridget Everett sang “You Oughta Know” at her show on Tuesday night at Joe’s Pub I almost called you so you could listen, but I thought that might be mean cause I knew you were home reading Heidegger for school.
She did thrilling pop covers with her band (which included Adrock playing bass of all things) and told stories about her fucked-up childhood, death, and learning on Facebook, on Valentine’s Day, that she was being cheated on.
I didn’t see anyone tape it, alas, so I don’t have any YouTube to put up, but here are a couple of photos.
I have to say even if you want to take Karen Finley and Marina Abramovic off the table, female performance art is in fine shape.
What I was doing Tuesday night: