The Fabulous Adventures of Miss Sharon Needles: Illustrious Junkie Ho!
In regards to my recent forays into freelance art, I made the promise to myself that I wouldn't post any pics until something solid was picked up by at least one person with even a modicum of power...well, not sure if this counts, but I'm gettin' published....in England, of all places....
Anywho, here's the deets. An old fling of mine who's currently a member of the London Gay Men's Choir....I hear chortles already.... needed illustrations for their program. Now get this.... as I understand the situation (it's all a bit iffy), this year's choir performance is a musical review that tells a "story" (ala Mamma Mia, Movin' Out, etc.).
It's a typical taradiddle, known to many of us across the world and through time: gay boi, living at home, is unhappy with life and love (or rather, lack-thereof). Gay boi moves to the bright lights of the big city, where he starts to "experiment". Foreshadow, anyone?! It's all innocent fun and games, until a puff here, and a bump there, slowly send him hurtling down a dark and dangerous spiral of bareback orgies and drug abuse.... climaxing with (even I couldn't make this up) his involvement with a gang war?!? in which he shoots a man, and is sent to court.
Exactly what songs and in what combinations have been arranged to tell this story, I have no idea (guessing NOT Judy Garland, though the parallels are uncanny). But for my contribution, I was to conceive of visual representations of said plot arc. Oh, sure, I'm a pulled-string, a pulled-favor, since my whopping salary comes out to around...oh, zero pounds. But it was good to get some creative juices flowing. And apparently, the choir tours all of the UK, with an estimated audience of 10,000. Not too shabby, me thinks, guv'nuh!
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Gay boi with the most angsty, teen-agery poem I could think of on the spot....
possibly not-work-safe parts #2-4
Work of the devil....
The glamorous effects of booger sugar and a few bad Belushi's....paging Betty Ford....
Yay Happy ending!!
Anywho, here's the deets. An old fling of mine who's currently a member of the London Gay Men's Choir....I hear chortles already.... needed illustrations for their program. Now get this.... as I understand the situation (it's all a bit iffy), this year's choir performance is a musical review that tells a "story" (ala Mamma Mia, Movin' Out, etc.).
It's a typical taradiddle, known to many of us across the world and through time: gay boi, living at home, is unhappy with life and love (or rather, lack-thereof). Gay boi moves to the bright lights of the big city, where he starts to "experiment". Foreshadow, anyone?! It's all innocent fun and games, until a puff here, and a bump there, slowly send him hurtling down a dark and dangerous spiral of bareback orgies and drug abuse.... climaxing with (even I couldn't make this up) his involvement with a gang war?!? in which he shoots a man, and is sent to court.
Exactly what songs and in what combinations have been arranged to tell this story, I have no idea (guessing NOT Judy Garland, though the parallels are uncanny). But for my contribution, I was to conceive of visual representations of said plot arc. Oh, sure, I'm a pulled-string, a pulled-favor, since my whopping salary comes out to around...oh, zero pounds. But it was good to get some creative juices flowing. And apparently, the choir tours all of the UK, with an estimated audience of 10,000. Not too shabby, me thinks, guv'nuh!
(click to enlarge)
Gay boi with the most angsty, teen-agery poem I could think of on the spot....
possibly not-work-safe parts #2-4
Work of the devil....
The glamorous effects of booger sugar and a few bad Belushi's....paging Betty Ford....
Yay Happy ending!!