On the theme of amazing black singers, and comebacks - Kenny Mellman and Bridgett Everett have brought their Millie Jackson show SEXERCISE! back to Joe’s Pub tonight and tomorrow. I missed it the last time around, but won’t this time. Josh and I are going tomorrow.
Here’s a clip of Millie performing a slow jam. It gets filthy around the third minute mark.
Amazing. New album this fall - Corporate Cannibal. Grace receiving rave reviews for her performance at last weekend’s Meltdown festival in London. Far from a meltdown, her performance is breathtaking. I can’t wait!
From far away:
And the concert opener - visuals amazing as always…
Another comeback blast from the past is the return of Les Rita Mitsuoko, playing the Highline Ballroom in July. Here’s a few favorite tracks of theirs, great videos too.
With the Summer in FULL with a capital FULL Swing, it’s only fitting that I herald the premiere of Paula Abdul’s brand new video for her song Dance Like There’s No Tomorrow. I remember seeing Paula during her Under the Spell tour at Jones Beach in the summer of whatever year that was - 92 I think. I remember Paula had busted her knee and so the original concert date was pushed back to August. This was the very first concert I had ever seen, and it left a strong impression on me. It was the spectacle of all spectacles and set the standard for all future concerts I would see - yes, I’ve seen so many great shows over the years - the Stones, Bowie, Patti Smith, Bjork, the Dead a month before Jerry died, BB King, Isaac Hayes, Mavis Staples, Kid Creole and the Coconuts, Basement Jaxx, and Grizzly Bear - but none of them had what Paula had: dancers spinning around upside down in mid-air on strings to the tune of her 5th SpellBound single “Blowin Kisses In The Wind”, Color Me Badd as the opening number (they performed ‘I Wanna Sex You Up’ twice!), and the live appearance of Paula’s most famous collaborator, MC Skat Kat, who sang with her on the greatest duet of all time, Opposites Attract (sorry Neil and Barbra!). I mean this was a show.
I know what you will say, but Adam, now Paula Abdul is a big drunk who doles out hot heaping piles of unneccessary praise for idiots on American Idol. She was so uncooperative with the people behind her Bravo show Hey Paula, that they could only edit together six episodes, albeit glorious ones, before cancelling it all together. And her new song is so formulaic and standard fare pop, and her voice is just barely audible in the song and super auto-tune at that. Well yeah but so’s Madonna’s in her new awful song which I can’t listen to, 4 Minutes, and the rest of her theoretically crappy album Hard Candy, which despite it’s crappiness I now know all the words to, and listen to all the time. Hell I’ve even taken a shine to Cyndi Lauper’s uber-gay dance single “Into the Nightlife,” which I listened to like 6 times yesterday even though deep down, I’m ashamed. I chalk it up to a natural tendency do as much really gay stuff during the approaching weeks prior to Gay Pride day, as though I’m Sauron amassing a dark army before the big battle.
But there’s no shame with Paula. She is a pure untouched angel. She’s my Judy. Beaten down by the rigors of fame that led to her bulimia and her medical injuries which led to her current downer addiction, she pushes through with a single that like Cyndi and Madge, I can’t get out of my head. From her rivalry with Janet Jackson to her current rivalry with Simon, she’s been through the grist mill and emerged predictably a shell of her former self. Still, I’d rather listen to this than Beyonce or Rhianna any day. Paula’s new single is the modern equivalent of Judy Garland’s I Could Go On Singing - though I hope that Dance Like There’s No Tomorrow won’t be Paula’s swan song. Eagle’s calling and he’s calling your name, time to turn and bring the winds of change. Truer words were never spoken. She is forever my girl.
The rest of the UNDER THE SPELL TOUR after the jump (YouTube is really the fucking best thing ever.)
I’ve been on a Bowie kick this week since Lily of the Valley and Justin Bond’s performance of “Under Pressure” at the Squeezebox After-Party (see previous post). I pulled out my old Bowie Singles collection and have been listening to it all week. Then I went and read the Bowie listing on Wikipedia. Did you know that David Bowie donated 10,000 bucks to the Jena Six Defense Fund?
One of the other things I remembered when reading about Bowie was that I’d always heard about this strange BBC bio documentary called “Cracked Actor.” In the half-hour doc, you’re supposed to see Bowie in a real coked-up, mentally unstable, emotionally exhausted state as he tries to eradicate the Ziggy Stardust character from his psyche. I’d always heard it was really rare, hard-to-find, etc. But of course it’s on Youtube and I found it and watched it this morning.
It’s quite fascinating. It’s not nearly as insane as I’d been led to believe. Sure Bowie is coked up. You can see him sniffing throughout, and he’s clearly being a prick to the interviewers - at one point he starts joking about how he can really come up with those perfect quotable things to say. The film, by Alan Yentob, takes place during the Diamond Dogs tour, as Bowie preps for his Los Angeles gig. It includes footage of the Ziggy Stardust and Alladin Sane tours also, moving around with an admittedly old-fashioned, but still engrossing style. There’s amazing footage of Bowie singing songs like Cracked Actor, Ziggy Stardust, My Death, Diamond Dogs, and Sweet Thing. At the end Bowie’s clearly morphing into the Philly Soul - Young Americans Bowie as he rehearses a trio of soul back-up singers on a new funky arrangement of John, I’m Only Dancing. The Thin White Duke Bowie is not far off. It’s easy to see where Todd Haynes got the documentary element for Velvet Goldmine - I know, I know - obviously it’s Citizen Kane too, but this is also in there in a big way.