Beyoncé turned into Nina Simone so gradually, I did not even notice.
Ms Simone could have warned her, though, to anticipate the backlash blues.
Heck, the morning after her dancing-dancing-dancing Black Lives Matter homage, the front page of one of our city’s free birdcage-liners was headed by an ad for a local radio station that boldly declared: “Beyoncé free!” The smirking tagline accompanied what is presumably the international symbol for ‘No Beyoncé.’
Oh for the days when a radio station would encourage us to listen based on what it does play. Continue reading
Today, I would like to begin with the announcement of a merger between Wig Bubbles and the Facebook page The Wig. This refinement in our operations marks the beginning of an exciting new chapter here at Wig Bubbles industries that will see us consolidate and streamline content. We are proud to announce this coordinated effort and promise to you, the reader, a wealth of shared content.
Of course, there will be layoffs.
But, uh… hmm… must provide distraction. Continue reading
I do not own The Rise of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars.
But I do have Young Americans.
My collection has never contained Let’s Dance, Scary Monsters or Tonight.
But many is the hour I have spent in the company of the Eno-centric “Berlin trilogy.”
I have chosen my Bowies. I trust you have chosen yours. In a career spanning five decades, the artist provided more than enough starmen for everyone. Continue reading
Dec. 31, it says here.
And with the imminent arrival of year’s end, I am comfortable with taking a look back at the finest music of 2015. True, as I write this we still have over 14 hours to go (EST) and, therefore, it is arguably irresponsible to call it a year. However, while I am hopeful we will see the arrival of another musical masterpiece before midnight, I will at least leave you with my choice for the year’s best as of 9:30 this morning. Continue reading
It’s Christmastime. There’s no need to be annoyed.
Unless, that is, you are Andrew Ridgeley.
Yes, the holiday season is here. (Has been for a while, as you may have noticed.) It is a time to celebrate. A time to be thankful. Ah, but at the home of the talented (sic) Mr Ridgeley, this Christmas will be a difficult one.
Why this Christmas? Because of Last Christmas. (Or, for you millennials: Because Last Christmas.)
Last Christmas, a song once associated with the guitar-player (Surely, more of a guitar-holder. –ed.), is everywhere this month. Malls. Grocery stores. Coffee shops. Liquor/marijuana outlets. Continue reading