![]() ![]() Vilray, born and raised in NYC, got his biggest exposure when he was filmed busking with bassist Damon Hankoff at the Metropolitan Lorimer station of the G train. And if there’s a guy from our sub-species who deserves to get the girl and sell a lot of records, it’s him ![]() He’s a flesh and blood young artist, a prodigiously talented one. Go for it!īut Vilray is not just a symbol. Vilray, I’m telling you right here and now: You are my hero, the representative, the proxy of every male who has bewailed his less than Graecian physique and overcome. A visage that demands my testostironical attention, a call of the wild to the fundaments of my DNA. She is, according to all five of my humble male senses, the epitome of what a woman can/should be. What can I say? She makes me a more than a little dizzy. Take for example, Rachael Price, singer of the fine group Lake Street Dive, whose praises I have previously sung in somewhat hyperbolic terms. The female of the species-that’s another story. ![]() But James Dean? I never wanted to cuddle or coddle him. I get that young Marlon Brando in a tight t-shirt can turn a head or two. I’m simply not wired to sense the attractiveness of males. I’ve never consciously cultivated my female aspect, painted my nails, or willingly ordered a “nice salad”. I’ve never had the opportunity to really explore Mars (though I’ve looked at a lot of very beautiful pictures of Venus). I was raised (by a professional feminist) before the sexual revolution. I’m a member of that dwindling species, the heterosexual male. Vilray, ‘(I’d Like to Get You) On a Slow Boat to China’ (busking) Vilray and Rachael Price, ‘Do Friends Fall in Love’ ![]()
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