
"Ideally, I’d like to date an older elegant man who speaks beautifully and is filthy rich. Then I’d like to date a 40-year-old guy who is passionate about something. I don’t care what. Then I’d like to date an 18-year-old who I see twice a week and whose name I don’t know.”
It's a "diva milestone" - Miss Liza Minnelli is 80 years old today!
Our "Patron Saint of Pizazz", Liza was simply born to become a gay icon - all that talent, all the trauma of being brought up with the tragically troubled Judy Garland as a mother, all the doomed relationships, heartaches, addictions and comebacks, and still standing defiant against it all the moment she takes centre stage. Her natural "home" is in the spotlight, like all true divas.
I have loved her for all my adult life. Indeed, her By Myself show at London's Apollo Victoria theatre way back in 1983 was one of the first live concerts I ever went to! Cabaret - for which she won the Best Actress Oscar - is my all-time favourite film. Her collaboration with Pet Shop Boys, the album Results is in the Top Ten of my fave albums. She was the subject of one of my very first blog posts, way back in the MySpace years nineteen years ago - and since moving to Blogger in 2010, hers has been my header banner photo on my Give 'em the old Razzle Dazzle blog ever since...
Contrary to some reports, despite having been through a shitload of health scares, Liza isn't "on her way out" yet! She has in fact, coinciding neatly with her 80th year, released a new "tell-all" autobiography Kids, Wait Till You Hear This! - and it sounds like it will be a hoot to read. [It's on my wish-list already!]
On David Gest:
“If I could wave a magic wand, I would have avoided this creep like salmonella. I’d have kicked his bony ass to the ground wearing stilettos - which is something he later accused me of doing. How absurd. Why on earth would I ruin a perfectly beautiful shoe?”
One of the highlights [from the news coverage so far] (for me anyhow) was her debunking of that "poor Liza" moment with Lady GaGa that was televised at the Oscars:
"I was inexplicably ordered - not even asked - to sit in a wheelchair or not appear at all. I was told it was because of my age, and for safety reasons, because I might slip out of the director’s chair, which was bullshit. I will not be treated this way, I said. My co-presenter insisted she would not go on stage with me unless I was in a wheelchair."I was heartbroken.
"I was much lower down than I would have been in the director’s chair. Now I couldn’t easily read the teleprompter above me. How would you feel if you were wheeled out, against your will, to perform in front of a live audience, and unable to see clearly? So when I stumbled over a few words, Gaga, who was at my side, didn’t miss a beat to play the kindhearted hero for all the world to see. 'I got you,' she said, leaning down over me."
[Afterwards Gaga came to her dressing room and asked:] “Are you okay?”
"I looked at her and said simply, “I’m a big fan.” I learned this lesson years ago from Mama and Papa. At a moment of high stress, you stay gracious."
Ouch.
Still our Liza!
What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret
Put down the knitting, the book and the broom
It's time for a holiday
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret
Come taste the wine
Come hear the band
Come blow your horn, start celebrating
Right this way, your table's waiting
What good's permitting some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a cabaret, old chum
So come to the cabaret
I used to have this girlfriend known as Elsie
With whom I shared four sordid rooms in Chelsea
She wasn't what you'd call a blushing flower
As a matter of fact, she rented by the hour
The day she died the neighbours came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes from too much pills and liquor"
But when I saw her laid out like a queen
She was the happiest corpse I'd ever seen
I think of Elsie to this very day
I remember how she'd turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret!"
And as for me, ha, and as for me
I made my mind up back in Chelsea
When I go
I'm going like Elsie
Start by admitting from cradle to tomb
It isn't that long a stay
Life is a cabaret, old chum
It's only a cabaret, old chum
And I love a cabaret!
All hail!
Many happy returns, Liza May Minnelli (born 12th March 1946)
















































