ABSTRACT
Springing out of the car, Lee confides to the crowd in best folksy manner that his ridiculous automobile “really stops traffic when I shop at Safeway.” And then . . . then it’s time for what we’ve all been waiting for, the real show-stopper, the talent that shot him from New York drag bars to stardom on the budding Vegas strip in only four years: Yes, it’s the first costume change, before he’s even broken a sweat! It’s spectacle as artistic principle, excess as world-view, fabulousness for the joy of fabulousness. “Let me slip into something more spectacular,” he purrs, and damned if it isn’t so.
