I wrote this for nyplm , comment on it now, cause i think it sux

I remember her, when I was in high school, and it was New Years Eve, I wasn’t invited to any parties and my parents were out, Cabaret came was on television and I fell in love. With Brian and Maxmillian of course. With Liza,and the emcee. The scene with the sweater, the clinging desperate drunken dancing, the growling of “screw Maximillion"- but mostly the music.

I sing Maybe This Time when I am falling in love, and Money is my Bling-Bling anthem

I bought her best of, from Warner Brothers a years ago, in Vancouver on a vacation with a boy I thought I would spend the rest of my life with,.
Liza was a camp joke, she wasn’t about the music but the pills, and the acting took second place to a particularly bitter chapter in Lorna Lufts Biography.

I played it for a while- the playful fake French on Liza with a Z, the desperation and sadness of Stormy Weather, the heart breaking codependcy on I Can’t Help Loving that Man” and the fondness of New York, New York. I forget that she used to be Judy's Daughter; I forget the bad marriages, the drugs, and the drink. I forget that she has a weak voice.

She does, but she works hard, and the effort and the production make up for it, it’s like Madonna, but Madonna hasn’t had any tragedies and Liza was born with them.

The last album, before the wedding, was supposed to be her comeback album, - it was supposed to remind us that she had two parents- the mater dolorosa of queens everywhere and a fag who made candy colored musicals, that were not as subversive as Douglas Sirk but much prettier. What it reminded us of was how bad she was, how sick – it sounded like the album that people would twinge with regret, tsk tsk that she had to realize this was the last album before she had died.

Then she got married, and the pictures were legendary and the whole thing was bizarre. The gossip columns talked about money, and there was mutterings about the sexuality of the spouse, of a new television show, of more rehab and perhaps redemption. There was a lawsuit or two, but nothing that could not have been settled.

Her new husband, David Gest, he of the unclear face and pretty clear sexuality (brief hint- the only one’s who love Liza, don’t “love” Liza), is playing svengali and playing svengali means a new album- and this time it’s better then her last-but not as good as the best of and no where near the melancholy genius of Cabaret.

Cabaret won the Oscar, instead of the Godfather, and it deserved it. It’s not really about Nazis, like the Godfather is not really about the mafia. Cabaret is about the gender and sexuality confusion of the 70s, Cabaret is a coded eulogy of the Factory, Cabaret is about how taking coke and watching trannies piss next to you is liberating. Cabaret is a warning that you, in the words of Dorothy Parker” Drink and dance and laugh and lie, /Love, the reeling midnight through,
For tomorrow we shall die! / (But, alas, we never do.)

We’ve been expecting Liza to die for twenty y years and she never does, what does it mean? What does it mean that she has a new album out? Does it matter that she is a mockery on the late night chat shows? IS this a mark of her new relevance or her general pathetic ness?

Look at the pictures of the wedding- there are people from David’s work- old friends of Judy’s and tabloid freaks, a show for our age of presence before content and scandal before talent.

It doesn’t matter the quality of Limas material anymore-she’s crossed over.