Last night at PS 122 Hattie and Hapi hosted the first of two nights of Avant-Garde-a-Rama. Lucy Sexton ended the evening with a tribute to Dean...everyone in the show came out with bald caps, little black dresses and big sunglasses and sang Fuck You with Dean and the Weenies.
Dean is so alive this week.
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DEAN! Wednesday was amazing. Harmony in extremes, sadness, loss, comedy, joy and communion. I really needed that night and all of you. I've registered on this site to post photos because I have so damn many.
It seems a common experience. I saw Mondo New York. i lived in Baltimore. A friend had the single with the awful cover. We got stoned and learned all the words. Dean became a hero to me...
FFWD: 97 or 98 when I found myself sitting across from him breaking bread.(omigodimsittingacrossfrom DEAN JOHSON!) I tabled the star struck thing and we kinda got each other right away. Dale and Viva present. All four of us are Gemini's. spooky.
To the beach! Many summers, all of us working clubland and free to dominate a cheap and vacant cherry grove Mon Tues Wed. I had SO much fun with that big goofy sweet giant.
I wonder if I will ever know someone so OUT about themselves. He hid nothing. And made me feel safe to do the same. can't sum him up. beautiful friend.
I will miss burning sage and dancing naked under a full moon with him. I will miss that the only thing black he had to wear to the black party was a pair of flood water old black sweat pants.
We both loved the song 'feeling stronger everyday' by Chicago. One HOT summer day on the LIE returning to the city in my tin can toyota with 180,000 miles on it, no ac, no radio, we sang the whole song in its entirety at the top of our lungs. he also sang rhiannon which i dont know the words to.
Today I drove to the beach alone and listened to the whole recent MAFIA cd and then listened to just the track coco chanel 3x in a row. The last time, as it ended, i switched over to the radio and on cue 'feeling stronger' began and I was visited by the angel from planet muff and I just cried my fucking face out.
Dean, my love for you is indelible. Knowing you was (is) the most amazing gift.
This photo was taken by Dean's friend John Grauwiler...
Rapture Cafe was packed to the rafters last night for a spectacular memorial to Dean Johnson as reports of his suspicious death are finally beginning to appear in the Wash. D.C. and New York media. Sure was great to see how many people loved and respected him. M C Hattie Hathaway had to break up the tributes into several shows, so many people wanted to speak, so I only stood through one round inside and then went out on the equally mobbed sidewalk to reminisce with friends. Michael ("The Hours") Cunningham was there, gay super-poet Bobby Miller came all the way from Cape Cod, and if you had the current issue (Oct.) of OUT Magazine in your hand, you could have checked off many of the faces in its "Creratures of the Night" photo splash. I thought I saw Linda Simpson squeeze by me, Raven-O across the room, Thomas Onoratio in tears on the sidewalk, super-promoters Chi Chi Valenti and Johnny Dynell who hosted Dean's last performance at their HOWL Festival just two weeks ago- Chi Chi was so sad she could barely talk and if you know Chi Chi... Lady Bunny in black teddy, huge hair and (of course) black veil... Promoter and Rapture owner Joe Birdsong read an hilarious short story published a while back re. how he and Dean had thrown a wild dance party and the go-go boys had failed to show up. Dean then pumped joe full of booze and Viagra and said, "Guess we'll have to do it ourselves!" Sorry, can't print the rest of the details here! But the best tribute I caught inside was Michael Musto reading an interview he had done with Dean 20 years ago. Between Dean's wit, Michael's writing and Michael's ad-libs, we were all howling and cheering. If you gotto go, leaving joy behind is definately the way to be remembered. We love you Dean, and so many of us miss you so very much!
Yes...Dean is cackling hysterically at all the buzz.
From queerty.com:
No. 2 Danny C says:
My Favorite Quote: Sung , not spoken
“I would rather stay home all night Than pay the cover at Slimelight!” Dean Johnson Posted: Oct 4, 2007 at 5:22 pm
Dean most likely would chastise me for not charging a cover for his own tribute the other night; when I worked the door for XXX some holiday weekend a million years ago, we taxi'd back to my place from the Hole (3 blocks, mind you) to stash the cash at least 5 times! At the beginning of the next morning, we made one last trip, pulled the plastic bin full of money out from under my bed (okay, it was around six grand) and threw it up in the air, giddy, shrieking, "We're rich! We're rich!" He started recording the Velvet Mafia album soon after.
In the words of Cultural Archivist Hattie Hathaway to the Times journalist, "Hon, the sex industry has always supported the arts!"
One more outrageous headline that Dean is living for:
Death By Boner? Coppers Searching Below The Belt
Did a hard on kill Dean Johnson?
Authorities are investigating whether or not the New York nightlife staple died after mixing erection enhancers with anti-depressants and other drugs.
Cops want to know if a bad reaction to Viagra or Cialis could be behind the mysterious death of a New York gay-club legend who died in a Washington, D.C., apartment last month, a pal said.
Dean Johnson - the second man in several days to die in the apartment - may have had a bad reaction by mixing the erection-enhancing pill with other drugs or medication, according to pal Dale Corvino.
Corvino said Johnson traveled to D.C. to comfort an acquaintance, Steven Saleh, whose friend died in his apartment just days earlier…
If we were the coppers, we’d be looking less at erections and more at Saleh. Two bodies in a week? That’s not a hard one…
Please know, I post these in honor of Dean's humourous medicine; he laughed so heartily at so many things attributed to him. I realize some of his long-lost friends and acquaintances are coming here to pay tribute in shock and sadness; as do I. His sense of humor, remember, would cut through ALL of this remembrance and shrouded mystery. He's still living for all of this.
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Kudos, Daddy, for ackowledging the other victim in this scene, Jeremy Conklin. His boyfriend, John, speaks so fondly of him...and I feel we should all take a moment to acknowledge another victim in this mess. John will post details of Jeremy's Provincetown memorial on his myspace page:
To say that I am crushed by Dean's passing is an understatement. It's like losing Warhol. Sprouse. Now Johnson. I met Dean when I was 17 and doing fashion shows at Danceteria. He had just finished a perfomance, scoped me out and asked me on a date. We went for chinese then headed to my apartment where we vacuumed up copius ammounts of shitty blow, attempted a make out session and then found ourselves in the typical abyss of coke dick. Dean suddenly said, "you wanna be a one time trick or friends forever?" I chose the latter and Dean and I began a visual colloboration that lasted 2 decades. He modeled for me in countles downtown rags and was the main model for me my fashion line Dom Casual. He never stopped inspiring me, making me laugh, or reading my ass and putting me into places where i wouldn't hurt myself so much. I loved him dearly. When I moved to San FranDisco in 96, i pretty much cut myself off the NYC club scene and rarely if ever venture back into it, even now that i'm living back in NYC. The end result of this was losing touch with so many of the people that had inspired, influenced and taken me under their wings. This was especially true with dean, although I would occassionally come across him on horned up adventures at his XXX and Hustler parties. recently I had begun to run into him at the legendary salon of adam & Leslie and it was a chance to catch up and remember old times. He was so excited about his recent reading series at Rapture and even inspired me to polish off my old soul and get back into doing some spoken word again. As I write this I'm crying, but the tears are mixtures of sadness & joy. Sad because I won't see dean again, joy because he was such a major presence in my life that I will never forget him. No-one will. Everything he stood for only becomes more important and his image will only become more iconic, a true classic of queer punk rock super fagdom realized by a genius who sadly is now getting his due. I miss you Dean and I will always love you. Thanks for being in my life.
So very sad, may Dean RIP,, Dean is dancing with the Angels,, Angels in boxer shorts.
I didn’t know Dean personally but did see him perform and many times I saw him on the street,, one could not but recognize Dean when he walked down the street.
I've just been reading these pages, staring at Dean's myspace and watching countless youtube video's of his performances for days. I found some old emails he sent me with pictures from homocorps and some myspace messages we'd sent each other a while ago. The last message he sent me was filled with so much love. I hadn't seen Dean in a few months and I regret that. Anytime I would see him, it would always make my day. It's just another reminder that people dissapear, important people you think will always be there. I don't know why, but it didn't really hit me until a couple days ago that this is for real. I was just watching the video for "Fuck You" and I burst into tears.
Looking at the pictures he sent, I remember that sweet, brave man. I miss you dean. I wish this was all a big hoax.
There are some great recently posted youtube clips- tributes and also Dean and the Weenies' performances of "Attitude", "Bourgeois Boys", and "Little Andy" from Nelson Sullivan. Big thanks Nelson! I'm working on deciphering lyrics to all songs. I ESP. LOVE "Attitude", but it's the hardest to hear. It begins:
A gitchy gitchy gitchy gitchy, yea yea yea! One day back in thirty b.c. A moment seized Mark Anthony He led his legions down the Nile To give Cleopatra a smile-
Cleo said: drop dead! I would rather kiss that snake instead She said: Go tell Mark I’m not in the mood Cleopatra had an attitude. ' ...and it goes on to verses about various people with attitude: 'a fierce queen named Marie Antoinette', Hitler, and Ronald Reagan. The rest of the vids are pretty clear but this is a tough one- anyone?
Here are the transcribed lyrics to Chicken. Dean's lyrics are awesome and as far as I know, there is no written record...
Chicken by Dean and the Weenies Written by Dean Johnson
Jailbait! Hell-bent! You ain't gonna wait for no age of consent You’re a teenager with the devil's mind So get those tail feathers ready for pluckin' time-
Seventeen might be a little bit young But he ain't too young to have a little bit of fun When seventeen is ready willing and hung- He's chicken!
I want chicken! I want a skinny wing tasty thing Get him while he's tender spring Chicken!
I said baby! You know you're really just a baby! But the way you work your baby booty Drives your daddy crazy!
He said: Baby? Well yea, I may be just a baby- But don't let my infancy cause you alarm, I'll keep you happy as a fox on a poultry farm!
Seventeen might be a little bit young But he ain't too young to have a little bit of fun When seventeen is ready willing and hung He's chicken!
I want chicken! I want a skinny wing tasty thing Get him while he's tender spring- I got the barnyard fever!
Seventeen just might be jumpin' the gun But he ain't too young to jump the gun When seventeen is ready willing and hung- He's chicken!
I want chicken! I want a skinny wing tasty thing Get him while he's tender spring Chicken!
Frank Purdue Ain't got nothin' on you! Chicken! I want chicken! I want a skinny wing tasty thing Get him while he's tender spring
Chicken!
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While I'm at it here's all of Fuck You- Dean knew how to read.
Fuck You by Dean and the Weenies Written by Dean Johnson
Why are you staring at me? When I look back at you I don’t like what I see Your lack of character shows, I hate your clothes- And you’ve got something disgusting hanging out of your nose.
Why are you talking to me? Please leave immediately Where is your dignity? Please get away from me Why don’t you choke on a fashion accessory?
I cannot remember your name and I could not care less I could have more fun talking to the IRS Why don’t you take you take your problems to analysis? Get your foot out of your mouth and suck on this- Fuck you!
Everybody now- Fuck the telephone company Fuck national security Fuck the prime interest rate Fuck the Secretary of State Fuck Union Carbide Fuck Third World genocide Fuck thermonuclear war Fuck Mary Tyler Moore! Fuck You!
So go tell it the judge, ‘cuz I don’t care You’d be cooler if you wore a Frigidaire Get lost, eat shit, drop dead, go screw We’re in big trouble baby and the trouble is you!
Fuck You! Fuck!
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One day back in thirty b.c. A Roman named Mark Antony led his legions down the Nile To give Cleopatra a smile-
Cleo said: drop dead! I would rather kiss a snake instead She said: Go tell Mark I’m not in the mood Cleopatra had an attitude
she had ceasar poppin,________ attitude
Back in the 18th centuy The peasants of France were tres hungry They went to Versailles to see what they could get From a big queen, named Marie Antoinette
Louie's Lady, she didnt care she was wearing a 7 course dinner in her hair When the peasants cried, "We want food!" Marie said, "Let them eat attitude!"
ooh waa, She had ________,_________ attitude
Back in 1933 In the Weimar Republic of Germany times were tough and people needed cash along came an ex-con with a funny moustache
He was easy enough to ignore but then he was elected chancellor And a hundred million people died in WW2 Adolf Hitler had attitude
he had dirty nazi holacost-y attitude
Ouch!
Back in 1980, I couldn't see much of a future for the moral majority I giggled when the GOP went so far as to nominate a movie star
So when Reagan ran for president, i didnt care now the white house has matching silverware and the peasants still cry out for food 'cause Ronald Reagan has attitude.
So don't be friendly, polite or fair keep your nose up in the air Be nasty, rotten, vicious and rude; dish that attitude!
dish that attitude!
dishy, dishy, dishy, dishy, yea, yea, yea!
------------------- A video was made for this song at The World by the people who did Fuck You for Mondo NY (at least partially due to the efforts of Keith @ Radical Records who produced the Chicken/Fuck You single). Back in the days when there was no cable in Manhattan, there was a music video UHF channel in NJ that played the video late on the weekends. I saw it twice as I recall. Supposably, it was also played on an MTV show called "closet classics".