Oct 292006
 

So Saturday night I went to see the Suicide Girls Burlesque show in Atlanta. It was roller coaster of experiences so let me try to catalog them for you.

It’s a long recount, so click Whole Post to read it all

The ticket said the show started at 9. At 9 there was the opening act of three adorable Japanese girls who knew very little English but damn could they rock. They rocked, and they rocked and I never knew what the fuck they were singing, but the music just drew you in. Music is the international language. Or was that love?

Around 10 o’clock, the Japanese girls left and this very Goth girl came out in the black and white version of Alice in Wonderland’s costume. All right! These must be a Suicide Girl! I actually got excited that she would be naked soon.

Alas she did not. She was the lead singer of a band called Lennon. They were like Evanescence except . . . umm… they were nowhere as good. And they played for an hour. In fact, I tuned them out so much that I conceived my next story from start to finish.

I will say this though about Lennon. There was a guitar player wearing Fairy wings who just stood there and played his guitar and blended into the band. But when lead singer girl came by he would do this lean into her touch. It caught my eye the first time it happened and it got my wife all excited.

She whispered to me, “That’s her sub.”

It was pretty hard to deny. He would rock out in his own little world but when she got near; his head would dip down towards. I’m a heterosexual male and I thought his submission to her was the hottest damn thing I’ve seen in awhile. It’s very hard to explain, and I suspect it would take me an entire story to do it justice, but it felt like he existed for her.

I will say something else about Lennon. The crowd was unhappy. The crowd wanted to see naked Goth girls and they were quite vocal about how Lennon was killing their buzz. I’ve never seen a band get heckled before and Lennon took it in stride. They got steel ovaries, I’ll give them that.

So the Suicide Girls are next right? Nope. We then had to sit through a Halloween costume contest. At this point I think the Suicide Girls are a myth, something only seen by people drinking too much beer and staggering while sitting. Yes, those were the guys in front of me.

To my surprise the Suicide Girls do come out. A group of eight girls come out in scanty clothes and dance. My second surprise was that they could dance. It looked like it was well worth the wait.

Well the opening dance routine comes to a screeching stop as one cute blonde laid down the RULES! No cameras, no camera phones, no crossing the stage barrier, and absolutely no freaking touching of a Suicide Girl. It was a cold shower that made me feel every one of my thirty-three years of age. These were common sense rules anyone could figure out but it had to be spelled out for the crowd. I understand these rules were important but it was so jarring that it took me out of all my excitement. I felt like I had just sat through a legal disclaimer.

The fact finally started up in full force and two and a half hours of waiting finally bore some fruit. I have to say, I was really impressed. Stripping is one of those things that fascinated me when I was young but lost its impact on me as I got older. It’s an inevitable removing of clothes. Women get naked. The point is not the nudity, it’s how you get there. The Suicide Girls understand this and did quite a few tricks that made me realize how much art was involved.

One trick I noticed was characters. Women came out dressed as someone or something. One of my favorites was when four flight attendants came out and used every attendant prop you can imagine. It was a grungy stage filled girls I saw naked three minutes ago, but the use of costumes and characters made me think what an awesome airline this would be to fly. Just like in short stories, clichés became shorthand that puts the reader/audience in a familiar situation and then they work from there.

Related to that was parody. In erotica, I see a lot of parody of established movies and television. I was just surprised to see it in stripping. They did an erotic version of torture scene in Reservoir Dogs as well as a sexy version of Napoleon Dynamite’s dance. In Internet porn, such parody is often considered the gutter of erotic writing so it really jolted me to see it on stage. And well done parody at that.

Another trick I noticed was misdirection which is something I never thought of in stripping. My favorite moments were when a dancer distracted the audience with a hula hoop, a beer bottle or a kicking leg and BLAM, off went a shirt when you weren’t paying attention. I lived for those moments. It was far more exciting to me than when a dancer would tease an article of clothing off. Teasing has it’s place, but misdirection followed by stripping kept the entire act very kinetic. You felt like anything could happen.

One thing that fascinated me was the crowd. The crowd screamed for joy every single time a Suicide Girl lost her bra. All nipples were covered with tape, and to me only two of the girls had natural breasts, but the crowd lost their damn mind every time they saw breasts. I just didn’t get it. They cycled through the same girls over and over, so it wasn’t like these were brand new tits they were seeing. To me the tits were the least of the show but to the crowd, it’s like it was all they lived for.

I have to take a moment to talk about my favorite girl whose name I never caught. She could fucking dance. While most of the girls were too uncomfortably thin, this gal had muscles rippling on her body. She could contort, which was always a crowd favorite, and her ankles just belonged next to her ear, but what really made me lust for her was her speed. She could shake her hips so fast they became a blur. She could kick her leg out like a damn switchblade. Later she performed with a hula hoop and made that fucking hoop spin. She was sexy not because of what she revealed, but because she was showing us what her body could do. It was a celebration of movement.

So all in all I am very glad I went. It was inspiring. It was a bit frustrating to sit through so multiple opening acts but it was worth it to watch a leg move faster than my eye could follow.

  4 Responses to “Suicide Girls Burlesque Show”

  1. Nice review Shon. I had never heard of SGs before, but just looked around and saw some pics and history of their act. It looks “different”. Of more interest is your observations of Lennon. I saw her a couple of years ago in a small club in Philly. She was warm up for an act I really drove 200 miles to see (Daniel Ash of Bauhaus and Love and Rockets). But I had read some stuff that proclaimed her as some sort of a prodigy, and likened her to an early Kate Bush. So I partially paid attention, but sort of got driven out of the stage area by sheer volume (these old ears are sensitive now). I wish I had noticed any interaction between the guitar player and Lennon. Cool observation.

  2. hhtheh- That was the other thing about Lennon was their sheer volume. I have minor partial hearing loss and they were still so loud they their music just turned into noise. It was especially weird since I just heard a band singing in a foreign language and I felt like I understood their lyrics better.

  3. Shon, thanks for the review of the SG’s. I had intended on going to the show but something else came up and I missed it.

    From other reviews I’ve read and heard, the local Atlanta acts are head and shoulders above SG’s attempt to cash in on the PussyCat Doll craze. If you’d like to see an example live and in person check the burlesque schedule on my blog. I recommend Dames-A-Flame as the best troupe I’ve seen locally. They’ve got a great venue and cohesive show.

  4. Schon the SG with the hula hoop is Xiolita Suicide.

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