“The Little Show That DID!” THE SUNDAY SHOW celebrates its one year anniversary of bringing uncensored, interactive live entertainment to New York City and we have quite the show in store!

We have made it one year and we’re ready to reveal EVEN MORE and say THANK YOU to everyone who believes in this project! Full of hilarious and unexpected twists, each show uniquely celebrates and incorporates history, tradition, current events, beauty, celebrity, death and the American dream — and one year of it will come to a head on this extra special night. Guest appearances from original and new members guaranteed to amaze, enlighten, tease and titillate, Kiki Valentine’s SUNDAY SHOW is an exercise in the sort of artful, uncensored and interactive entertainment that makes one proud to be a New Yorker. The Sunday Show promises to deliver at least one thing audiences have never seen before and has been known to become highly addictive to those who share the monthly experience. Last show until February 2010!

Starring:
Kiki Valentine – your host(esses).
Legs Malone – in your dreams.
Queen LaQueefa – viva la queefa!
Hard Corey – boylesque sensation.
Deity – the one and only!
Coco La Pearl – beauty, fire and ice.
Leta Le Noir – lovely assistant and lovelier performer.
Magic Max & It’s A Little Stormy – magic and love!

special appearances by

Princess Sunshine – ukulele and priceless insights on life.
Richterscale – unicycling, juggling master of clowning.
Perle Noir – miss exotic everything.
Josh Henderson – violin, piano virtuoso.
Blacky 2 – music maker, dreamer of dreams.

Expect the unexpected in November when the Sunday Show begins early – 9pm – and boasts the most incredible lineup of performers so far this year. Additionally, the show will be followed by a special surprise. Discover the true meaning of Thanksgiving with Legs Malone (living burlesque legend),Michelle St. Darling (baton twirling, fire eating), Nelson Lugo (sideshow master, expect to see him so something amazing like swallow razor blades), Michael Karas (master juggler), Justina Flash (exquisite fire hula hooping), Leta LeNoir (kitten and fabulous burlesque), Blacky 2 providing music and of course, your mystery, surprise host. We have a lot to be thankful for…and it shows. Surprise return performance by your favorite cast member, too. (HINT: PFFFFFFFFFFFFT. Can you guess who it will be?)

See you on the 22nd!

www.sundayshownyc.com

Doors 8:30pm
Show 9:00pm
Surprise 11:00pm

The Slipper Room
167 Orchard Street
NYC

Here I am as Ron English’s Cathy Cowgirl. Curious?
Read all about it on Page Six. See you on the 22nd!
http://www.nypost.com/p/entertainment/art_is_plain_english_TMjJD32zbxScwmVvh32HkP

I was barley awake when I took a picture the other morning. It really encapsulated the way that I would end up feeling the entire day (like there was a giant, wet pigeon following me). I am not sure why, but I am sure this has something to do with being an artist. Yes, I am both a business professional AND an artist.

The surreal image, totally pure and unedited, makes the pigeon appear to be gigantic and standing in the street below my window. It made me think of perspectives and how, like opinions and assholes, everyone has one. I took the picture because I was thinking about how often, as part of my life involves me being a performance artist, I am “pigeonholed”. I was also excited to see the pigeon on my windowsill, yet sad for it being forced to sit in the cold, windy rain and wait out the weather. Clearly I was having a very philosophical morning. And to be completely honest, I didn’t notice that the pigeon looked like some sort of “Japanese movie monster” bird in the street until someone later mentioned so on Facebook, where I post all of my pre-8am “Good Morning, Brooklyn!” photos. The perspective from my window made it seem like there was a giant bird outside of my apartment when all I was intending was to take a picture of the bird on my windowsill.

Thinking about perspectives in turn reminded me of a conversation with a friend the night before the pigeon appeared which revealed that David Lynch delivers the Los Angeles weather every morning from his home. Thrilled by this news, and after some investigation, it seems he has been religiously doing so for a few years now. My natural – and simultaneous – reaction: jealousy that I had not thought of it first paired with inspiration to do something even more simple/bizarre. (More on that in 2010.) After voraciously reviewing every clip I could find of him on the almighty Internet, I began to think of how many times David Lynch has been or is currently completely misunderstood by his peers, audience, lovers, friends, neighbors, mother and mailman. It happens to me, too, because of the Sunday Show. I have been called names not worth repeating by people not worth mentioning who have never even seen my show. I will not judge those people, but I will admit that that sort of ignorance deeply rattles my soul. It’s a truly strange existence when you create and share something so intimate, surreal, fantastic and raw because eventually you are immediately identified with all of the dark and twisted intricacies involved with those pieces or projects. Even if, on most days, you’re just a normal person who just happens to be commandeering a concept that makes people laugh, think, smile and break away from their ordinary lives, even if only for 90 minutes at a time.

For Lynch, it seems like most days he is totally normal. Coffee, cigarettes and pretty much the same weather report every day. But then some days he reports the weather with a bizarre twist, living up to the reputation with which he has been saddled as the director of some pretty amazing, albeit twisted projects. It just goes to show that you should never solely judge a person by their art, even if you think you can or should because you have set up google alerts or follow them on Twitter. No matter how much you study, will never know firsthand if those occasional fits of the bizarre you see – from me, from David Lynch – are actually the emergence of deep-rooted darkness in the artist or only taking place to keep you entertained and believing that in order to make something so eccentric, so edgy, so provoking, one MUST be somehow off kilter. I’m not telling if Lynch doesn’t. And that pigeon certainly isn’t talking, but he desperately wishes you to stop trying to put me in his hole.

David Lynch Daily Weather Report from 2005

David Lynch Daily Weather Report from 2006

David Lynch Daily BIZARRE Weather Report

And just because you probably have never seen this commercial for Opium, it’s a gem. This man is a genius, even though I am sure people fail to understand his mind. Maybe you’re just supposed to enjoy the work, not analyze the person making it. (Yes, I prefer this.)

I have always thought that Twitter is ridiculous. It serves a purpose for a lot of mobile businesses and artists, but it also frightens me how addictive it can be to otherwise normal people. And how nothing, really, is sacred when people experience something and immediately think about sharing that bit of information with their world. This recent NY Times article about Protocols is also worth a read. And the video below made me happy because it means I am not alone in my fascination with Twitter’s dark side.

Since I create and wear costumes while often acting as a dead person in public, I tend to confuse certain people. Public desire to label and file me away as any one thing is convenient for many but confusing. It is true that I hate being called a “burlesque dancer”, one commonly misused label that I constantly strive to separate myself from. If anything, call me a performance artist because that is what I am. This pigeonholing also really annoys Madonna who once said “I think of myself as a performance artist. I hate being called a pop star. I hate that.” Mind you this is not because of shame, insecurity or fear but for the sake of my sanity. I am also a producer and a writer. So one might assume that I would be thrilled by the advent of a platform like Twitter in which I can share, through writing 140 characters, all of the self-indulgent, intimate morsels of my life with the hungry, nosy world.

I never really understood the point of Twitter and basically shunned the concept. After being interviewed about the MTA Service Specialist project receiving a cease-and-desist from the MTA’s lawyers, TJ Rosenthal of East Village Radio’s TJ AND THE TUX, roped me in and created an account for me. I was reluctant but on the heels of a 5am interview on Good Day New York and a sleepless, nervous night. And that is how it all started. Soon, my ex boyfriend’s mother requested to follow me. And then my own mother. And then Britney Spears. It was then I knew that I was getting in too deep.

This is another good video.

When I decided to transform myself into Courtney Love for the October edition of the Sunday Show, I thought it might be best to step into her shoes. I started using my Twitter. And sadly, just when I was getting into the random blurts of insanity, Courtney went and deleted her account. So, as a method actor, I followed suit and set forth to delete my account, too. I barely used it and don’t really understand the CULTural phenomenon associated with it, so this was not a big loss to me.

In the process of my disengagement, I did find out about some features the site provides which I never used. None of which, I believed, could win me back.

When I visited the site intending to permanently depart, the hot topics featured scared me. Much like when leaving a less-than-stellar relationship (why would his mother want to follow me after all of this time, anyway?) or putting back that second helping of cupcakes, I knew that I was making the right decision. I mean, the KKK? What is wrong with you people?

So I eventually approach the final stages of breaking up with Twitter. I am faced with a tearful cartoon bird asking if I am sure I want to leave. Yes, little bird. I am sure. Do people really want to know what I ate for dinner? Will I really stop what I am doing to share what I ate for dinner with thousands of people I don’t even know? And why do they care? Are they just waiting for me to divulge some secret information on there, like who I went to the museum with on Sunday or what panties I decided to put on this morning?

I took a screen shot of my last Twitter feed (including musings from Moby and Samantha Ronson) and, with a few clicks, became one step closer to Courtney. (This feels better than one might initially imagine.) The Sunday Show on October 25th was an incredible success. And today, I am still alive, well and free from “the tweets”. Of course, I can’t completely free myself from the Twittersphere as I have a hit show on my hands and an audience that loves to know what is happening behind the scenes. This being said, you can follow THE SUNDAY SHOW on Twitter @sundayshownyc. However to follow me, you can kick it old school and…send a text.

From Cleopatra, no less!

I love and was so deeply inspired as a young girl by the magic of Fantasia.

What if watching this omitted clip as a young and impressionable artist was the one thing that would have made me normal and boring?

Thanks a lot, Disney.

Trick, treat…it doesn’t matter when you’re dead. In October all the glitter, fire, death and magic of The Sunday Show are delivered to New York City like never before: When (g)host Courtney Love makes a very public attempt to conjure the spirit of her late husband Kurt Cobain, all hell – literally – breaks loose. Featuring performances by world-renowned extreme(ly hot) juggler Marcus Monroe, the fire-hooping “razor blade in your apple” Justina Flash and bad-to-the-bone, original burlesque pieces by the ghoulish, gorgeous and incredibly talented B.B. Heart, Misty Lux and Leta Le Noir. This cutting-edge, rotating collective is dedicated to the exploration of life, freedom, lust, death and the American Way in what the New York Post calls a “Bacchanalian strip-show-cum-sideshow by way of a speakeasy…” and an experiment in interactive, indulgent and totally uncensored live entertainment.

October 25th, 2009
10pm
www.sundayshownyc.com
The Slipper Room
167 Orchard Street, NYC

New York City’s unemployment rate is now reportedly well over 10%.  The terrorist attacks on 9/11 were eight years ago but there is still no commemoration at the site. Obama’s approval rating has fallen.  Students return to school – some are murdered in Ivy League laboratories – and autumn arrives as climate change week meets Yom Kippur. Reality television and nightly news distract us from the fall of our own empire…and Queen Cleopatra of Egypt has returned from the afterlife intent to rule over NYC before it is destroyed.

Joined by Coco La Pearl, Michelle St. Darling, Hard Cory, Misty Lux, Jared the Conjuror, Blacky 2 and more, the legendary  seductress Cleopatra guides this months audience through a crash course in surviving global and local catastrophe while atoning us from our sins and tempting us with forbidden fruit.

Dazzling acts include daring fire performances, baton twirling, burlesque, boylesque, dance, film shorts, comedy, music and more as we celebrate what is left of life in our great city at this month’s monumental Sunday Show. Always uncensored and accept no imitations; this is THE collective, underground show you’ve been hearing about. Censored even by the NY Post!  Doors 10pm show 10:30pm. $10.

Image: Benedetto Gennari’s “Death of Cleopatra”

www.sundayshownyc.com

An experiment in interactive, uncensored entertainment.

Special guest: Jared the Conjurer

Here is the only portion of last month’s show available that does not violate YouTube’s Terms of Service with its content.  In this clip from The Sunday Show Presents: Ricky’s a Cheat!, Lucy and Ethel put their plan to crash Ricky’s big audition (in order to break into showbiz, of course) into action.

Fear not, for the worst is over. If only for one night!

The recession ends Sunday, August 30th at the Sunday Show.

While times are tough and the mercury continues to rise, join NYC’s top performance artists in this acclaimed uncensored cabaret. This month’s theme – recession, guilty pleasures, depression and obsession – whisks audience members back to a simpler time when America lived in black and white with Lucille Ball as host and performances by Legs Malone, Queen LaQueefa, Nik Sin, Misty Lux, Leta Le Noir and including special guest appearances by Hard Corey, Bea B. Heart, live music by Josh Henderson Trio, Blacky 2 and more. Featuring burlesque, sideshow, music, dance and scandal, come experience the show the NY Post calls a “Bacchanalian strip-show-cum-sideshow by way of a speakeasy…” and the monthly event regularly censored by Facebook and YouTube.

www.sundayshownyc.com
Sunday, August 30th
10pm

In an unforgettable image from the July show, a sexually liberated Sarah Palin reacts as Madonna – played by Queen LaQueefa – delivers a singing telegram to boyleque perfomer Hard Corey in honor of his birthday.

America is the land of the free and the home of the brave, especially at this month’s installation of THE SUNDAY SHOW!

What happens when you blow a presidential election for the Republican party, are the laughing stock of the media and are about to join the millions of unemployed Americans after stepping down from being Governor of Alaska?

You host the Sunday Show!

July 26th’s installation of “The Sunday Show: America the Great SUPER!”, hosted by SARAH PALIN, features performances from her appointed cabinet reminding us about the wonderful freedoms we have as Americans – and how she plans to dismantle them. Starring freedom-fighter Queen LaQueefa, the lovely and dark diplomat Magdalena Fox, brave boylesque sensation Hard Cory, pride enforcer Lefty Lucy, product of a corrupt society Misty Lux, the all-American beauty Miss Kristen Lee, Blacky 2 who is now appearing on IRAQ’S GOT TALENT! and a very special guest, the legendary Coney Island Chris! It’s summertime and the living is sleazy; Palin is hellbent to change all of that. Who will resist her? Come and defend your right to our uncensored display of freedom, fanfare and the American way!

10pm
$10
www.sundayshownyc.com

Bubbles Corvelay the World's Greatest Daredevil thrills the crowd at the June Sunday Show held at The Slipper Room in Manhattan's Lower East Side