Michael Musto in Oldster Magazine

Michael Musto at 66, photographed by Andrew Werner.

Michael Musto is a longtime entertainment and nightlife writer for the Village Voice. Musto has written four books, appeared on countless TV channels and streaming services, and has been named one of the Out 100 of the most influential LGBTQs in the country.

“… while you have all this wisdom about how to behave, those situations tend to not happen again, so the wisdom is useless. You can try passing it on to someone younger, but they don’t want to hear it any more than I craved advice from my grandparents.”

Oldster Magazine

The End of April

“Computer, play Cal Tjader” – Chiling as much as you can.

Book reading:

Breath: The New Science of a Lost Art – Much needed read about the transformative effects of nose breathing.

Whole Earth: The Many Lives of Stewart Brand by John Markoff – Wonderful stories of the low-key guy in the middle of so much that has happened in society starting in the 60s and then the internet.

Magazine reading:

Elle Decor Sweden – which is good as you would think

Vanity Fair: Free Radicals: They’re not MAGA. They’re not QAnon. In the crucible of 2022 conservatism, the power brokers are influenced by an intellectual new right that envisions itself as the most dangerous sort of cool. VF reports from the party at the end of the world. by James Pogue

Surfing:

Instead of Magic: An exhibition by new work by Jason Thompson

My olde Flickr collection.

UVA 1980

In late 1979 I was a Production Manager for the “alternative” newspaper New Times Weekly in Phoenix. I’d just done a stint at the Santa Barbara News and Review as a production artist, so this was a step up for me plus my gang was running wild in Phoenix and I didn’t want to miss out on that.

Chic Me.

While the Art Director took a vacation I got to step into the role for a special issue on Disco. I remember that it was a real big deal for me at 22. While putting the editorial together, I worked with a creative gang of freelance photographers, stylists, models, and other creative types. They were a few years older than me and took me under their wings.

There was symbiosis from the start.

The most gregarious was Jimi, a photographer that was making a name for himself in the dusty old cow town. He persisted and ended up in New York managing photo studios and expanding his portfolio.

Carole!

There was Carole who traveled the world modeling and joining in the theatrical antics of “art band” The Tubes. Her brother was the synthesizer player and did some very cool airbrushed pieces for the performances.

Ed!

Then there was Ed who I knew informally from his vintage shop “Sunset Boulevard.” He had a keen eye as an art director and stylist. He also dressed me since I was mostly wearing wrinkled army fatigues in those days. I was nearly stripped of my gay badge, but Ed quickly remedied that.

Ed’s business partner was Lee who had east coast sensibilities and also weighed in on my disheveled look. To this day he’s one of the smoothest dressers I’ve ever met.

For a minute I am reminded that I have known these … more