I will always have a soft spot in my heart for the faux lesbian pop group t.A.T.u.I first heard about their awesome Russian popness in 2002. The bad and goodness of their pounding techno beats were astounding. The pop duo became a big joke between my high school friends. It was a simple time when you could download music without paying I filled my family computer t.A.T.u. Russian gayness.
Longing for words I actually knew I pre-ordered English album on Amazon. The brown unassuming package arrived at my door on the day the album was released in the
I responded the best way I could, “Fake lesbian Russian dance pop.” My friend sitting next to me was trying to hold in a chuckle.
All of us thought we were the only ones in the
I still own that album every time I hear it play-more then I would like to admit- I am taken back to that magical time in 2002-2003 when fake Russian lesbians ruled our little Western New York high school world.
Yesterday my innocent t.A.T.u world crashed once again, I found out there is a MOVIE ABOUT t.A.T.u PREMIERING AT CANNES. The movie is based on a book that has no English translation I can find (yet) but I am going to track it down if it takes me a lifetime. The movie has Miscah Barton (in her third lesbian positive role), a meat factory, t.A.T.u, drugs, murder, lesbian love, and what will soon be my new favorite line “Fuck everything, except t.A.T.u.”
So, who will be with me opening day? I decided I am going to dress up like it is 2002 and sing every song.
Eddie