PHYLLIS STEIN/WIG IN A BOX
You know? There are just some fags in the world who are still so stupidly in love with the entire Hedwig and the Angry Inch thing (so 2000!) that—STOP LOOKING AT ME—it’s a serious problem. And unluckily for we poor Hedwig mainliners of the world, there are barely sufficient sing-alongs and restagings and John Cameron Mitchell–autographed CD copies available on eBay to keep us from quivering, sweating, and dicing our wiggy little wrists. And thus the gracious and generous universe has provided us with PHYLLIS STEIN, a brand-new band whose entire raison d’etre is to baste you in music inspired by, and actually from, the greatest mutilated-penis musical of all time (practically). The concert is called “Wig in a Box” (naturally), and Aiden Karamanyan is on vocals. Maybe this will finally be enough. (Note: IT’S NEVER ENOUGH.) Fred Wildlife Refuge, 7:30 and 9 pm, $8 adv/$10 DOS, all ages.
MIMOSAS WITH MAMA TITS
If you had asked me five—hell, three! two, maybe even!—years ago what I thought of the Broadway Grill, I would have explained that I expected it to be a condo-covered pile of dust any second. It’s been an old gay staple for exactly one kajillion years, has outlived just about everything on Broadway but Charlie’s (gag) and the old Deluxe, and it’s had more face-lifts than Joan Rivers in an alternate universe in which she has had even more fucking face-lifts. (This is of course impossible by the laws of our puny 3-D physics.) And if you had asked me back then what I thought of the towering drag mountain known as Mama Tits, I would have said, “Who? WHO?” But suddenly! The old girl (the Grill) has become a deviant destination point once again, blossoming with karaoke and drag queens. And the other, newer girl (Ms. Tits)? She hosts this new and delightful drag brunch cabaret sort of deal featuring a respectable band of drag talent, a brunch buffet, and mmmm, mimosas. The Broadway Grill, $20 (brunch, show, mimosa), 2 pm.
