Love is a drag

 

Ok, so I love representation. I want to see myself in books and movies and music and theater and advertising and well, everywhere. Because when I was a wee gayling, I did not see myself almost anywhere! Where was the gay representation when I was growing up? Yeah. I wanna know that.

And while crate digging last weekend in Rockford, Illinois (there are more churches than hospitals in Rockford, btw) I found this gem @cultureshock, one of those quirky shops you happen to find in the red-dest of towns. I think it's owned by the gayest straight couple I've seen (the husbear is adorable!). I looked at this record and was like GIMME! I bought it on the spot. It's of course, a reissue. I don't think there's many copies of the original scattered around (I would LOVE to have an original pressing, though..) but this find left me shook.

The reissue lists Gene Howard as the vocalist and it gives a list of the musicians and producer who took part in the making of this record. Gutsy! Why? Because it came out in nineteen fucking sixty two! Sixty one years ago! I'm sure those were added for this print. I wish I could get my hands in an original. I'm sure they were all 'anonymous'. Doing this in the open sixty years ago would have killed their careers.

I also love when a man sings to another man without qualms. Yes, we now have Frank Ocean, Omar Apollo, Troye Sivan and many others singing to another man, but it's 2023, honey. Can you tell me of any male vocalists singing songs to another man in 1962?

Representation matters. Also, these songs are too bomb.

XOXO

P.S. *paging Upton* can we get a review of this LP? Pretty please?