JOEY ARIAS/ "Strange Fruit" w/ ELIOT DOUGLASS @ SF's CASTRO THEATRE!
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- Опубліковано 20 лют 2013
- Marc Huestis presents in association with Earl Dax JOEY ARIAS/LOVE SWINGS on Valentine's Day 2013. The packed Castro Theatre witnessed the artistry of Joey Arias accompanied by Eliot Douglass (direct from ZUMANITY) singing and living the Billie Holiday classic STRANGE FRUIT.
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NYC icon..the first time a went to Joey Areas was at the Bar d o..nyc..i was amazed and facinated by her voice and her caracter..big faat big wooo..the icon in NYC..i looove her
YES! I was trying to remember. I was thinking Cafe de'Oro or something. Thank you!
The voice. The fucking voice and emotion.
Living history, Joey! Breathtaking...
magic!
that was an amazing night.
Brilliant performance, and with the pianist Eliot Douglass, you feel the heaviness of our national disgrace.
This is oh so beautiful and yes, it reminds us of the disgraceful history of this country
Stunning. Completely intoxicating.
amazing - a national treasure -
Joey Arias is such a great female impersonator ...he sings the songs no lip-syncing here
*instant chills*
Ms. Arias did an amazing performance!
it is probably to fine a point. but Joey is a "he"
“They”
@@deea6240 Unlike many drag performers Joey Arias is typically referred to as "he" not they nor she.
god dam fabulous !
Beautiful xoxo
I AM HIGH ON YOU !
Акомпониатор очень любит С. Рахманинова, судя по импровизации)
You know what's great for performing? Words.
New laws in Florida and Tennessee and elsewhere would put Joey Arias in prison for singing this song if children might hear it and feel bad. Drag queens are dangerous.
Lyrics:
Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of Magnolias, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter cry
Sounds like she’s having a stroke