If a dance club in Los Angeles can make it to its fifth anniversary, it deserves a bit of respect. If it's a rock 'n' roll club for men who dress in drag, it warrants a bid for the Guinness Book of World Records.
When you think "diva" on the dance floor, you're not necessarily visualizing cross-dressers vamping it up to the sounds of Marilyn Manson or Death in Vegas, but that's exactly what makes Dragstrip 66 such a special place.
The long-running Silver Lake drag club, which occurs the second Saturday of each month at Rudolpho's nightclub, hasn't lost its sizzle since it first began in January 1993 and now has visitors coming from as far away as Asia, Sweden and Australia.
It's one thing to wish there were a club where people of all sexual persuasions could feel comfortable with one another, but to pull it off for five years seems unthinkable.
Its promoters, who go by the monikers Mr. Dan and Paul V, credit a few factors. First, the location. Silver Lake brings together many different cultures, making it the ideal SoCal environment to create such a club. Then there's the clientele, a mixed and open-minded array of straight-up drag queens, those involved in the fetish scene and straight-not-narrow folks who come simply for the spectacle and fun.
Each month, Mr. Dan, who hosts midnight pageants as his alter ego, Gina Lotriman, and Paul V, the club's deejay, concoct a theme that ties in to a cultural happening or offers a sendup of American kitsch culture. Some memorable themes include "Mars Needs Drag Queens," prompted by the possible discovery of ancient life via a meteorite from said planet, as well as "Barbie's Babydoll Sleepover," "Florence of Arabia," and last week's fifth anniversary "Little Miss Dragstrip Kiddie Kween Pageant," which encouraged potential stars to show up with their stage mothers. Among the judges were actress Ann Magnuson and drag actress Holly Woodlawn, who looked like a million bucks while performing "Going Out of My Head" and "Walk on the Wild Side," partially written for her by Lou Reed. The winners of the pageant were a trio decked out as Catholic schoolgirls--at least one of whom sported a three-day stubble.
If you haven't laughed yet, then perhaps this isn't the club for you. But it is the club of choice for roughly 600 to 800 people who turn out each month to, well, turn it out.
"I'm always blown away at the work and effort people put into their costumes," says Paul, who showed up in the deejay booth dressed as Baby Spice in January.
