Not sure what’s up with those three shivering dudes in the trenchcoats, but I do suggest you get out there and enjoy the sun while it lasts. Where I’m at, the forecast is calling for rain.
Well, what would YOU have posted? Ha, ha.
Chilean rap group Portavoz (“Spokesperson”) questions the “popularity” of the Piñera government. Here’s my translation of the lyrics: They want to crush you, kicked and tossed out like a plasta* Liquored up and doped until you say basta Anguished and drugged with cocaine paste, no doubt You’ve asked why a dictatorship lets hard drugs in ...
I am smitten. I’m the real thing.
You are the young things fed on garbage and lies: I’m talking far too much about my shame.
Ah, Prince. Equal parts smooth and subversive. Let’s hope this video stays up…
Tell me we both matter…don’t we?
I don’t know which is more incredible: the fact that this song is now 30 years old, or that it sounds even better live than it did when I first bought it on vinyl. It’s note-perfect here, and I la-la-la-love it still.
This Luca Mundaca tune reminds me a great deal of this one by Marisa Monte, both in terms of theme and vocal stylings: Both make loneliness and getting by a little easier, and make them sound downright lovely.
This isolated vocal track from my favorite song of hers feels ghostly now that she’s suddenly, sadly gone. But it also illustrates just how well her voice stood on its own, with almost none of the melismatic warbling that her later imitators put on. She could have released this one a cappella without any difficulty.
For some reason, this song always feels right to me in the dead of winter: Dreaming is free.
Line up, put your kisses down.
“Let it all out/Breathe it all in/I’m so far out/I’m IN!”
Q. What do you get when you cross a certain sanctimoniously obnoxious quarterback with Ziggy Stardust? A. THIS: Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Ziggy Star-Crossed. Otherwise known as the Thick White Puke.
Still relevant, and still cool. How about that?
Back before the Berlin Wall fell, there used to be this really cool band from Ireland. Whatever happened to them?
I remember when this one first came out, and there was a whole lot of shrieking and controversy. How could a notorious group with an “out” gay lead singer, who shot to fame with a video that was deemed obscene*, put out a love song for Christmas? And with such a respectful, Nativity-themed video, too? ...
In honor of this recent bit of odd news, I felt this was only fitting.
The album version of this is awesome; this is awesomer. (And I don’t care if the reference to landline phones dates it. I have one myself, and I do not want a cellphone.)
Kate Bush’s poignant classic. Based on Peter Reich’s story of his father’s arrest for building a device that, so it’s said, actually DID make rain. (And yes, that IS the always-awesome Donald Sutherland, playing Wilhelm Reich.)
My Facebook amigo Billie posted this to my page last night, and it’s too good not to share. Christ, how DID I miss this gem when it first came out?
I remember mine, and I remember what got me through it. How ’bout you? And yeah, we could use some more talk about a revolution. AGAIN.
Dreamy, low-key gorgeousness. Shot in Scotland, where the landscape comes with moodiness built right in.
Long live (???) camp. Tim Curry (as Dr. Frank N. Furter) always did have a certain je ne sais quoi. Remember, he seduces both Brad AND Janet.