Yes, again with the videos. I know, I know. But these are special. The first is the trailer for the long-suppressed club-kid movie Shampoo Horns, and it’s sweet and nostalgic, and you’ll wish you could see the whole thing. It’s special to me, in that this was the last time all the clubkids were together, alive (ahem), and working on a project. There is a wonderful shot at the end where some of us are walking down the West Side Highway at dawn, and in the background are the Twin Towers, and it’s sad because we’re gone, they’re gone, IT’S ALL GONE! (choke).
The second video is my big scene in the movie. Mind you, I’m OUT OF MY MIND on Special K. Yes, all the drugs in the movie were real. They gave us Vitamin B to snort, but we always secretly switched to the real stuff, and by the fourth or fifth take, things had usually descended into chaos. Poor Manuel Tolendano (the director). Let’s say the scene would call for me to open a door, say hello, and walk to the couch. “Whaaaaaat?” I’d say, over and over. Manuel would patiently explain what I was to do, nine or 30 times, then he’d call “Action!” I’d open the door, and stand there in a K-hole and say, “Whaaaaaaat?” So for him to get this much footage of me was an absolute miracle.