Dark purple camp, from the golden age of homosexuality. All right, millennials -- learn this!
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These were the songs that struggling young drag performers lip-synched to in dank gay bars and cabarets. These were the songs that stood in for declarations of your desire for same-sex passion. These were the songs we drank to, laughed at, and often called our own. Share your favorites in the comments section below.
Beatrice Lillie: "There's a Faerie in the Bottom of My Garden," 1924
Lady Peel, as she was known to her many homosexual admirers, Noel Coward among them, was the queen of drop-dead dry delivery. Everyone knew the double and triple entendres foisted here.
Johnnie Ray: "Cry," 1951
Johhnie Ray was a beautiful disaster. Drinking and drugging buddy of Judy Garland (he was the best man at her last wedding to gay man, Mickey Deans), he was a bundle of raw emotions and delirium tremens, but what a delivery.
June Christy: "Something Cool," 1954
The best alcoholic anthem ever about delusions of grandeur and promiscuity.
Johnny Mathis: "Misty," 1959
Lady Miss Mathis held out for a few centuries before he finally dropped the giant hairpin. His voice defined a smoother-than-glass era of echo chambers and backup choruses. How did anyone not know?
Lesley Gore: "You Don't Own Me," 1963
Her proto-feminist pop song should have been a clue about where her real love life was headed. Lesley is one of our own, and this is a near-perfect musical moment.
Vikki Carr: "It Must Be Him," 1967
Knuckle-biting codependence set to music.
Peggy Lee: "Is That All There Is," 1969
Peggy Lee is the undisputed queen of the smoky lounge voice. If you are going to hit bottom on booze and dope, here is the musical background. Just play it over and over till you're dead.
Dolly Parton: "The Bargain Store," 1976
Secondhand meaning not quite so fresh. Previously owned. Tatterdemalion.
Ethel Merman: Disco version, "Everything's Coming Up Roses," 1979
Cole Porter's favorite singer also singlehandedly killed disco.