Glenn O’Brien RIP


This was a shock, seeing that Glenn died yesterday at the age of 70. If you were any part of the art/club scene in NYC in the 1980s, Glenn was the guru of cool.



Glenn was, as his obit in New York magazine put it, a “rare polymath.” He edited Interview magazine. His TV show, TV Party, shot live at 12:30 a.m. and featured a rotating cast of downtown heavyweights like Robert Mapplethorpe and Debbie Harry, rolling joints more often than not. (We dinosaurs remember the joys of public access television back in the day, when basically anyone could rent a studio for a pittance and get a show on Channel J.) He worked in advertising. He was a journalist. He wrote books. He was the Style Guy for GQ before they stupidly got rid of him for someone younger and cheaper.


I saw him about a year ago at a screening of the film he made with Jean-Michel Basquiat, Downtown 81, which was incredibly awful and incredibly mesmerizing at the same time–let’s just say Jean-Michel could paint a lot better than he could act, but seeing him so young and vibrant, and SoHo the way it once was, when it was grungy and arty and louche, was rather unbearably poignant.


So is his death.


You have to read the entire interview with Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia to believe it:

To think that a man who is this barking mad and this much of a superstition-believing homophobe is on the Supreme Court, privy to decisions of grave importance for the future of this country, beggars belief.

He’s that crazy.

Just ask his “gay friends.”

Or his longtime pal, Satan.



Bye-bye Bloomie.

And not a moment too soon.

Thank goodness today is Primary Day and the robo-calls can end.

Thank goodness Election Day is coming up and we can Mayor Bloomberg can finally get the hell out of City Hall, given that he rewrote the rules allowing a third term.

Thank goodness he opened his rich-boy yap to New York magazine and proved to the world yet again that he cares more about money and financiers than the rest of us in the city that he ruined. Never has the divide between the one percent and the rest of us in the middle or lower been greater. This is a brilliant place to live if you’re rich. It sucks if you’re not.

When asked about frontrunner Bill DiBlasio, who just so happens to have a black wife and mixed-race children, Bloomberg said he was acting like a “racist. ”

“I mean he’s making an appeal using his family to gain support. I think it’s pretty obvious to anyone watching what he’s been doing. I do not think he himself is racist. It’s comparable to me pointing out I’m Jewish in attracting the Jewish vote.”

What is DiBlasio supposed to do—hide his family away? Get a grip, Bloomie.

And then Mr. Moneybags went on: “I’m not being cavalier about it, but most places in the world our poor are wealthy. There’s a lot of tragedy around the world.”

How stupid can one smart man be? So what if our poor have more than the poor in other countries? If your cost of living is catastrophic because all the stinking selfish fat cats raise the rents and the prices on everything else they can afford, and if you can’t pay your overhead and you can’t feed your family and you can’t earn a living wage, it doesn’t matter where you live, does it? Poor is poor.

As if he cares.

Not surprisingly, Bloomberg wants Christine Quinn to win.

Of course he’s for Quinn. She’s his little lap dog.

Bye-bye Bloomie.