I don’t make it a big secret that I’m not a fan of Auto-tune…if you can’t sing well enough without it, you don’t deserve to cut a record. Dude.
But here is a “remix” of that viral video of HungryBear9562 (or whatever his numbers are) going so emotional over a double rainbow. (more…)
This song moved me. And Carolee Carmello is so fab she makes me unashamed to love musical theater. And cabaret. And singing. And heartfeltedness.
Enjoy:
Okay, now that La Pequeña Amy Winehouse’s videos have been removed from YouTube (bastards!), there is solace to be had with…Old Lady Gaga.
Words can hardly describe…Enjoy: (more…)
This is more clever than it has to be. And catchy as bird flu.
OMG, I love love LOVE this!
I do enjoy Alanis, and I’ve always liked this song…but it has always bugged my butt that none of the freakin’ references is actually IRONY. Finally…a voice in the wilderness has literally responded…or responded literally…whatever…
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An occasional, abbreviated list of writing that I have gratitude for:
1. Tiny Kushner — Yesterday I got to see this collection of Tony Kushner short plays for the second time. It might’ve actually been more impactful than the first time. Three out of five of these plays are wise almost beyond words, the acting (at Berkeley Rep) was uniformly brilliant, and the director, Tony Taccone, is my new favorite person to pay excessive homage to. But I shouldn’t stray too far from the utter, scary excellence of Tony Kushner. I love this guy so much.
As we all deal with the crushing aftermath of Adam Lambert being saucy on TV Sunday night (Good Morning America has canceled his live Wednesday morning performance because they’re afraid he’ll fingerbang Diane Sawyer, or something…What about the CHILDREN!?!?), I hereby present the Muppets doing “Bohemian Rhapsody.”
Let me go on record as saying that I’m very proud of Glambert for doing what he wants as an artist, and not apologizing for it either before or after. He is helping foment change, even though we’re just seeing the foaming-at-the-mouth prequel right now.
Okay, I don’t normally watch this thing — let alone comment on it — but I guess I had to see what Adam Lambert was gonna do, so I’m picking it up an hour into things. (I guess I’ll check the tape later for the first hour, and if there’s anything remarkable you may see a postscript.) {Note: I went through the first hour…seven minutes of Janet Jackson is excessive. And Shakira is also excessive…but in a good-yet-almost-unintelligible way… and HOW many dancers does Shakira get?! In other first-hour moments, Keith Urban’s butt is currently much cuter than Kelly Clarkson’s. To bottom-line things.]
But starting at about an hour and twenty minutes into this, suddenly it seemed to warp-speed into homo overdrive (or homoverdrive, if you prefer). (more…)
This is just a beautiful song, written by this Irish boy when he was 13, I believe. God bless the children, indeed: (more…)
There aren’t enough people in this country who know about Robbie Williams. I’m a fan. I’m even hoping to choreograph one of his songs for the dance-theater play I’m working on.
There isn’t anybody else in Pop music who pushes the limits the way this guy does. And not in a “Madonna-aren’t-I-naughty-winky-winky” way. He’s much more overt and un-coy about it. Gotta like that.
And I just plain love the words and music, too…which isn’t something you can always say about Pop.
If you’ve heard a song called “Angels,” it’s probably a hellacious version by Jessica Simpson that I had the misfortune to hear bellowing through the sound system at the supermarket. (Evidently, David Archuleta also put the song on his 2008 album, and I have to suspect it’s less hellacious.) But Robbie Williams wrote it, and sings the definitive version of it.
The guy’s got chops. And surprises. You should know him. The video of his single from the new album after the jump. One of the lyrics is, “Jesus didn’t die for you.” Who else does that? (more…)