Cho My God!

Sunday's Margaret Cho show at the Paramount kicked the ass of me! Nobody does scat so sweetly. Nobody. Her soliloquy about the results of drinking olive oil (NSFW) certainly got the crowd lubricated, and the slope only got slipperier from there!

Last night's Margaret Cho show in support of her new album, Cho Dependent, featured a super surprise guest. And no, we don't mean the awesome bi-polar opener of Liam Sullivan as a crooked boobed roadie dyke and a special appearance of Kelly doing "Shoes." Not that that wasn't exciting enough.

No, this was a surprise local guest. Not only is the LGBTQ's besty offering the lobbies of her venues to the HRC to work some anti-Don't Ask/Don't Tell activism, she invited our own Capital City Men's Chorus to back up her finale. Goose bumps. Truly. (Shout out to CCMC: You boys are beautiful!) Aside from the really crazy jumbotron camera guy being shakey at best (and freakin' herky-jerky and out of frame/focus at worst), the show was fantastic.

Last's week's Chronicle Arts section featured a portion of a conversation between La Cho and your friendly neighborhood Gay Place in print. But if you know Cho (and you know me), there's much more behind the scenes. The interview was held a few days before the news about Cho's upcoming Dancing With the Stars gig (or you know we would have been yakking about that). Hope you enjoy these MP3s from the taped conversation. We talk about music, of course, tattoos, and my favorite, sex.

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