

John’s presence was pure gold and he exceeded my expectations which had built up like an inextinguishable hellfire. In true form he introduced us (me?) to a new sex act- Blossoms- Swollen results quite deliberately obtained through significant rear fisting. And his amusing sandbagging of ‘sploshers’, the obsession of dousing ones private parts with food items, sent light heartedly packing with one liners like ‘ you can’t date rape a cookie’ and ‘you can’t hate fuck a cake.’
John’s idea for a bar was something to be treasured. Featuring 'unhappy hour' where penniless and barred patrons are given free drinks and brawl with each other. Another splintered mental note comes back simply as …’serving vinegar from a witches asshole.’ But despite his very individual and creative Baltimore universe of trash and filth, a warm hearted spirit and unshakeably decent values shine through. John isn’t telling you how to live, he is shocking and entertaining you, like one of his B movie idols William Castle. This same glow bursts out of Hairspray, whose heroine is overweight 'Hefty Hideaway' girl Ricki Lake dancing her way to local stardom in a 60’s teeny bopper show. And side by side with her pals protests her favourite show because it won’t show a single black face unless it is ‘negro day’, the last Thursday of every month. And Pecker with its loving family and faith in Baltimore’s homely insanity Vs. New York’s world of high art and fashion. Waters and his crew grew out of hippy protests and rebellious politics, plus the people at protests ‘looked good and had loose morals’.
He is clearly a polite and thoroughly decent chap who knows how to enjoy himself. During the post show meet and greet some people were too hasty and rude and harassed him quite a bit. At one point I noted a look on his face as some patrons headed off that seemed to say, well fuck you too, he seemed to have been disrespected. I couldn’t think of anything clever to say, so simply gave him a copy of the Nature Loves Courage zine (hoping he would get a kick out of the bad romance of ‘Booby Tuesday (see below)), placed an unforced arm on his back and wished him all the best, to which he responded with a deliberate and gracious thankyou. And besides daring a close friend to eat shit on screen and being treated like it in person are quite different.

Dominic J Clark