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Cho-sen One By Steven Foster September 1, 2010 In between riotous standup gigs and world tours, Margaret Cho has also managed to carve out an impressive career that’s as diverse and artistic as her famously tattooed skin, nimbly leaping from television (the infamous American Girl, the smash series Drop Dead Diva) to film (the blockbuster Face/Off, AIDS tearjerker It’s My Party). But with her latest CD release, Cho Dependent, she adds another role to the Cho roster: Chanteuse. Happily, the album is an impressive surprise. For starters, the girl can sing. And not “sing” as other celebrities attempt to, turning perfectly good soundwaves into Auto-Tuned symphonies of aural agony. It turns out Cho is the real deal, gleefully hopscotching musical genres with the same playful skill she applies to her acting trade. But Cho-bots who are afraid she’s rebooted her comedy hard drive don’t need to hit control-alt-delete. Though the tracks are impressively composed by some of the industry’s most acclaimed players, the lyrics are vintage Cho. Virtually every tune is a bawdy, racy gasp-and-guffaw-inducing number of sure-to-offend subject matter, with titles such as “Captain Cameltoe” and “Your Dick.” As you can see, Cole Porter it ain’t. And this lewd little lark of a CD attracted a wicked troupe of guest artists eager to get their potty-mouth freak on, making the whole affair seem like an Austin City Limits coolfest with a detour through South Park. And though Andrew Bird, Ani DiFranco, or Fiona Apple might not be on tour with her, Cho might sing a few of the album’s numbers when she hits the House of Blues later this month for the southern leg of her Cho Dependent Tour.
The diva does the tube: Cho
is a co-star on Lifetime Television’s Drop Dead Diva. The roster is pretty incredible.
Tegan and Sara, Ani DiFranco, Andrew Bird, Ben Lee, Fiona Apple, Jon
Brion. I love Jon’s shows
at Largo [in L.A.], where people just hop onstage to join him. The last
time I was there, Fiona and Chris [Thile, from Nickel Creek] showed
up. Then we all walked over to the smaller room across the courtyard
for a more private jam. I think there were just 10 of us. That group
is so cool. Very free-flowing. He attracts so many wonderful
artists, and women worship him. Fiona, Aimee Mann, Sam Phillips. Do
you know Sam? These boots are made for
walking . . . and singing: Margaret Cho does “a Divine Miss M
kind of thing” on her new Cho Dependent album. I have to say, you always
seemed very “rock star” to me. The rebel, the firebrand,
the sexuality. Did that kind of rock-n-roll
soul move you to write songs? Will you be singing at your
show? You moved to Atlanta, didn’t
you? For Diva’s shoot schedule. Oh yeah. I saw a blog post from, what,
2004? Speaking of boyfriends, how’s
married life [with artist Al Ridenour]? You’re featured in
the new doc I Am Comic, aren’t you? Back to your rock star persona.
Love the ink. I saw you on The View the other day and a revolted Hasslebeck
looked at your arms like you were a leper. I loved it. I hate that bitch. Are you going to get any
more tattoos? You could always cover up
with a crazy rock star outfit. Like Gaga. [Laughs] One more note about
the record. One of the prettiest songs—and I mean it, Margaret,
it’s just lovely—is “Calling in Stoned.” For
such a funny lyric, it’s really a beautiful song. But you can’t call
in stoned anymore. I heard you recently quit smoking pot. Do you miss it? [Both laugh] Margaret Cho performs in
Houston at the House of Blues, September 10, and in Austin at the Paramount
Theatre on September 12. Tickets available at www.margaretcho.com or
at www.livenation.com. |
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