John Waters, who believes that “preholiday activities are the foreplay of Christmas,” will get revelers in the mood at one-man holiday show at B. B. King’s on December 20
A JOHN WATERS CHRISTMAS
B. B. King Blues Club & Grill
237 West 42nd St. between Seventh & Eighth Aves.
Monday, December 19, and Tuesday, December 20, $39.50 – $99, 8:00
212-997-4144
www.bbkingblues.com
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If you’re looking for something a little different this holiday season, you might not find anything stranger than “A John Waters Christmas,” taking place at B. B. King’s on December 19 and 20. The one and only John Waters, director of such films as Pink Flamingos, Polyester, and Hairspray and author of such books as Crackpot: The Obsessions of John Waters, Shock Value: A Tasteful Book About Bad Taste, and Art: A Sex Book, will be presenting his luridly delicious one-man show for one performance only. General admission tickets are $39.50, but if you go for the $99 VIP seats, you’ll get to meet the master himself after the show. To get in the mood, you might want to first check out the 2004 CD A John Waters Christmas, which contains a dozen of Waters’s favorite kitschy holiday tunes, and read his essay “Why I Love Christmas,” which begins: “Being a traditionalist, I’m a rabid sucker for Christmas. In July I’m already worried that there are only 146 shopping days left. ‘What are you getting me for Christmas?’ I carp to fellow bathers who haven’t even decided what to do for Labour Day. As each month follows, I grow more and more obsessed. Around October I startle complete strangers by bursting into my off-key rendition of ‘Joy to the World.’ I’m always the Little Drummer Boy for Halloween, a grouchy one at that, since the inconsiderate stores haven’t even put up their Christmas decorations yet. November 1 kicks off the jubilee of consumerism, and I’m so riddled with the holiday season that the mere mention of a stocking stuffer sexually arouses me.” Don’t say you haven’t been warned.