I'm nothing if not eclectic in musical tastes. Schizophrenic might be a better word. I can swing Thelonius Monk, to Ralph Stanley to UB40 to Spanish guitar to Bessie Smith to Gilbert and Sullivan. My newest love is Prince Poppycock, the musical phenomenon of John Andrew Quale. Styled on the comic opera of Mozart, the garish decadence of Regency England, the pomp of Louis XIV France and mountains of heaven-bound powdered wigs, Prince Poppycock is everything extravagant.As Poppycock, Quayle auditioned on America's Got Talent. Sharon Osbourne gave him (her) the diva kiss and ovation. I don't know if America is ready for this brand of talent (only those steeped in eons of musical theatre like me, probably are). Judging by the reception, we may be. Quale is no denim clad folk singer. He's a visual feast for the eyes. In complete Figaro regalia, from pompadour to harlequin maquillade to satin waistcoat to lace mitts to bowed dance slippers, Poppycock looks like he stepped the "Amadeus" Emporer Joseph II court scene. You've got to experience the boy to believe. Poppycock has a following in the LGBTQ community, but I hope those who aren't can step out of their comfort zone and give it a chance. It's a lot of fun. Prince Poppycock-- John Quale Comic Opera Alterego
