Today Michael Jackson turns 50 years old, and I think at this point it is safe to say he won’t be going on “The Jesus Juice Tour” and resurrecting his career any time soon. There was a time when I liked him as an artist, but never thought he was “The King of Pop”. Being deemed the King of Pop is like Skittles being the King of Bite Sized Candies. It’s debatable, and a meaningless title anyway. (For the record, if there has to be a King of Bite Sized Candies, it’s M & M’s.)
Then, he got freakishly weird, and began to put out dated, unimaginative music, sometimes with lyrics about stuff he knew nothing about, like passionate love for a woman, but a lot of times he just wanted everyone to “stop bothering him,” and “leave him alone.” By that time, I was much more fascinated by his lawsuits and the bizarre, self-created de-evolution of his face.
He’s been dead for a few years now. Not really dead, in the way Amy Winehouse will probably end up, but dead to the media, dead in the music world. I kind of miss that, but what I miss more is watching him do what he did best for a time.
The transformation of Michael Jackson’s face
Jazz saxophonist Johnny Griffin was found dead in his music room in western France hours before a concert. He was found by his wife and agent Helene Manfredi. He was 80. The cause of death has not yet been determined.
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JOHNNY GRIFFIN QUARTET-KATOWICE-01.02.2008
Al Minns and Leon James were members of Harlem’s Savoy Ballroom Swing Dancers called Whitey’s Lindy Hoppers. There’s not a whole lot of information written on them in cyberspace, but if you want to read more about them, go to Savoystyle.com.
It’s Friday! Everybody dance!
I think I recognize the moose.
There are three things I like about this video:
1. It’s a pleasant, peppy tune
2. The dancers that appear during the last verse
3. France Gall looks like she is wearing a cardboard bra
This is a pleasantly unusual version of the anti-war song, “If I Had a Hammer”. You can tell Rita is not talking about “love between my brothers and my sisters, all over this land.”
Actually, Italian pop star Rita Pavone is singing about smashing things that make her angry. Like the heads of lovers who only want to listen to soft music in the dark, and the telephone that her mom will be calling her back from.
Then she talks about love between everyone. But not after she takes care of some business.
Rita Pavone is actually an international star who is involved in Italian politics, and has done film and Shakespeare. Her musical career spans four decades. Check her out here.
Time to let a man come in and do the popcorn. Or something like it.