It was a sign of the times when the announcement came that the famed Liberace Museum would close in October of last year. A Las Vegas staple the likes of Graceland or Dollywood and when it shut its doors it was truly the end of an era. Wladziu Valentino Liberac or as he is better known Liberace, was a famed piano player and entertainer, and the original Mr. Las Vegas...and he was a big old Homo. This would have been shocking news to those who loved him at the height of his popularity even though his costumes, makeup, and home make Elton John look like Lee Marvin. I thought this quote from british columnist William Connor kind of summed it up perfectly calling Liberace "…the summit of sex—the pinnacle of masculine, feminine, and neuter. Everything that he, she, and it can ever want… a deadly, winking, sniggering, snuggling, chromium-plated, scent-impregnated, luminous, quivering, giggling, fruit-flavoured, mincing, ice-covered heap of mother love "
Liberace came along a little before my time, though I remember hearing adults making references to his flambouant behavior my whole life, my only real connection to him as a performer comes from the Hobbling scene in the Stephen King Film Misery. If you listen you hear Liberace do the introduction just before he begins playing Moonlight Sonata and Kathy Bates breaks both his ankles.
He was skilled and obviously very talented, and charming in a child molester kind of way.
The thing i really love is watching how much fun he is having whiles he plays...well that and the rhinstone studded coat but I am a bitch sucker for sequins and showboatery.