Wednesday, December 30, 2009

2009: The Resurrection of Pop


Bye, Bye Timbaland. Hello, Killer Pop.



This decade has been devoid of everything except killer pop. We heard folk, funk, rap, R&b, jazz, but never any great pop. Ironically, 2009 marks the ebst year in pop ever and the first time pop divas had more intellectuality than indie freak folk sweethearts. With the death of teenie pop boybands and the mental collapse of Britney Spears in 2003, pop lost all it's glittery showbiz universal qualities and gained Timbaland beats and corny lyrics about sexting. In short, pop sucked in the 00's. However, Britney Spear's comeback, Lady Gaga's disco stick, the 80's retro revolution, and some accidental pop genius hipsters stimulated America with melody's of empowerment that created more self-confidence (artificial self-confidence) and more retrospection than any economic package Obama threw at us this year. Here are the best songs that gave us hope, escape, and cultural analysis (yes, analysis in pop; it shocks me too) in 2009.

10.) You Belong With Me"- Taylor Swift. Sure, she was probably home schooled and was at Radio City while I was on the bleachers, but Swift and her sugar pop with a banjo depiction of high school is too good to miss.

9.) "I Dreamed A Dream"- Susan Boyle. After a decade of Heidi Montag and Paris Hilton, comes Susan Boyle, an old British woman who has sold more albums than any artist this year. In a time of economic crisis, no song could lift anyone's spirits more than her cover of the Les Mis song along with her back story.

8.) "Pearl's Dream"- Bat For Lashes. This indie queen paints images on knights, unicorns, and love without looking like a child's notebook. It's atmospheric and weird but just as showstopping and groovy (I like this word a lot. Can you tell?) as "Bad Romance." Another artists to look out for.

7.) "Stuck on Repeat"- Little Boots. She might sound less confident than Gaga, but she writes a heck better set of lyrics. Who would have thought a scratched max single would make a stellar metaphor for a crush? Catchy and smart don't go together, but here they do. In contrast, Britney's new song reminds us how great stupid pop can be. "3" barely makes sense but that's the point. It's sexy, fun, and dancy ad doesn't try to be anything else. Neither Britney nor Boots try, making them the most honest set of pop divas this year. Gaga might sound more confident but sometimes honesty is the best policy. (I hate "Speechless" by the way.)

6.) "Laura"- Girls. Some may see this as too indie to be considered pop, but it is as catchy as "Poker Face," so, I'm labeling it as pop. I would hate to live as the lead singer of this San Fran duo. He sings with such longing I can't decide if I've always been missing something or lost something on the way to downloading this tune. Yet, it doesn't sound depressing. It sounds like the Beach Boys 2009, not Cat Power. No one knows this band right now, but I promise you in a year's time, I will be saying "I listened to it first." Download this now before Y100 plays their next single all day long!

5.) "Million Dollar Bill"- Whitney Houston. Somehow this gem failed to takeover the charts and clubs. I blame it on Clive Davis marketing the single toward middle aged woman, but, alas, I'm here to say why this song rocks not why it flopped. Whitney's voice (a national treasure according to Oprah) may sound nothing like it did it the 80's, but this song is so fun to sing, so empowering, and so damn groovy you got to love it. It says nothing important about the world but it makes you want to dance. Isn't that what dance is about?

4.) "The Fear" Lily Allen made her name on cheeky lyrics and tabloid rants. No one song this philisophical and venerable song coming. Each verse, she proudly describes her vain money loving, eating disorder, clubbing lifestyle. She sounds so careless and nonchalantt, listeners feel the danger. She seems confidence with this, but on that killer refrain she reveals her insecurity and fear with the fame that consumes her. Could she be the Brit tabloid tart version of Tolstoy? Perhaps.

3.) "Bad Romance"- Lady Gaga. On my first listen, this song bored me. The lyrics aren't as introspective as Gaga believes and the vertigo sticks comes off as the Lady playing it safe. However, after 90 plays on itunes, this song shows reveals that it contains everything that makes Gaga great. She's no great singer, dancer, or lyricist, but she sings with such compassion and tries so hard that she makes a great chorus evoke the toxic energy that is a "Bad Romance." When Gaga screams "I don't want to be friends," she has as much emotional energy as Edith Piaf. She creates one of the first industrial goth dance songs to simultaneously top the charts and break hearts. She is no genius but she "lies to" herself that she is and therefor becomes one (that's her words, not mine).

2.) "Stillness is the Move"- Dirty Projectors. The idea of three yodeling folk singers channeling Beyonce while singing about a metaphore for Mariah Carey against indian chimes and experiemntal beats arranged in the same formula of a typical Britney Spears song sounds absurd. It's not absurd. It's brilliant. Pop is rooted in plastic. Here, nine Brooklyn hipsters burn the plastic and reveal pop's celestial soul that drives every disco beat. This song is a masterpiece.

1.) "Party in the U.S.A." and "The Climb"-Miley Cyrus. Music purists critisize pop for its simplicity and lack of intellectuality. In the best song of the decade (and one of the best pop songs ever), Dr. Luke has crafted a set of lyrics about a perfect pop song's power. "Party in the U.S.A." and "The Climb" may not discuss existentialism but it provides something more important to surviving day to day life: escape. Everyone knows the power of a "Britney or Jay-Z song" on a bad day. As Miley says, they make the "butterflys fly away." It may not be about the recession, but chesse like "The Climb" can comfort anyone trying to pay mortgage or college tuition. Miley reminds us that pop is not meant to make us question. It is meant to make us escape.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

I Apologize My Fellow Accidental Hipsters...

Because I am about to blog about Disney Princesses...and not ironically. Nothing excites me more than a 2-d animated flick. I love the more experimental Fantasia and less formulaic Pinnochio, but everyone, no matter who you are, responds best to a princess film. When every Disney faces a flock of flops, they always make epic comeback with great princess tales. Why? Because when done right, they are flop proof. I wasn't always sure exactly why until I rewatched Snow White with a more analytical view and discovered the genius of Disney storytelling. The animators create the characters out of back stories they hide from the audience. We meet the queen and her step daughter through their actions and simple wants. Feminists may complain that Snow White needs her Prince to come, but we all need princes. For some of us, a prince is a paycheck and for others, he's college acceptance letter. The film executes every plot point so clearly and cuts out all the bull so we know their desires. If she dies and he never comes, it breaks out heart because everyone desires something so stupid and vain. Why else would she bite an apple, the archetype for want?

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Long Time No Blog

I never finished my 11/23 series because of school over load. So, today, I will make my final prediction of who will win the billboard 200 top spot.

1.) Universal marketed LADY GAGA THE FAME MONSTER perfectly. Due to the SNL performance, the video, the Gossip Girl episode, and the interviews, Gaga has made her "art," not her personal life, the center of the blogosphere. Although labeled as a "reissue," Monster is one track short of being a full album and thus, is Gaga's sophomore effort. The first single sits atop the itunes charts. Add that to the three buying options and Gaga is poised for her first week ever atop the album charts. Unless, SUSAN BOYLE I DREAMED A DREAM sells everywhere the way she has on Amazon of course. For the last four months, she has sat atop Amazon's album sales... and that's only as a preorder. Her singles have flopped but middle aged white woman don't download like Gaga's fans. They buy Simon Cowell endorsed albums. Gaga's #1 single train may actually prevent her from taking the album throne.

2 OR 3.) ADAM LAMBERT FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT has not been heading down the road critics paved for it in May. Following his defining Idol performances, Lambert graced Rolling Stone covers and sold out stadiums. In October, his album's presales rocketed him to the top of Amazon charts; however, his first single has failed to catch on. His album is both too safe and too risky. The cover exploded into an array of "too gay" or "amazing" blogosphere controversy. His single sounded too mainstream but failed to rock mainstream radio. As with his rocky balance of his gay lifestyle and flamboyant performances, Adam Lambert can't seem to decided whether he wants to rock soft or hard and has forfeited the top spot in the process. Maybe he should have let some no names, not Linda Perry, produce his record. He became a star for his newness. Did we really want to him Lambert work with Max "Britney Spears/Backstreet Boys" Martin?

4.) RIHANNA RATED R will be RiRi's first flop. It lacks an "Umbrella" and her lyrics sound dark. Whereas Gaga's risks lead to rewards, RiRi's will only lead to a perfectly paved way for alubum #5 to serve as a comeback or destroy her chances of one name idoltry. After three flopped singles, the album's fate looks doomed.

5.) Poor Shakira. She expected SHE WOLF to make her dream of one named fame viva la Michael, Prince, Britney, or Madonna a reality. Everyone, including Shakira, knows that until you reach superstardom in America you are not a global icon. Wisely, she took risks by going down the Crystal Castles root to accomplish this feat. "Hips Don't Lie" pushed Shakira to the brink of that stardom. Unfortunately, her new singles lack that zip and zam, limiting Shakira to only Janet Jackson level fame.

Ten Reasons Why Walt Disney's Pinnochio is the Scariest Movie EVER

1.) It's about a fucking puppet...who talks...and walks...without strings....and hangs out with a cricket.

2.) The fairy is a six foot tall Amazonian size Jean Harlow.

3.) A toy maker wants a kid. REALLY BAD.

4.) It's about a fucking puppet.

5.) A whale eats everyone but they live.

6.) Boys turn into donkeys.

7.) That creepy Stromboli guy. Why is Sam Lufti in a 1942 Disney movie?

8.) Foxes just prounce around the city in suits.

9.) Everyone makes money off of little kids.

10.) It's about a fucking puppet.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Lady Gaga The Fame Monster...Could the Princess of Pop Beat The Princess of R&B?

What's at Stake: Pretty much nothing. The Fame initially bowed at #4 and then stayed there for a year, making it the highest selling album of the year. Since this isn't technically a new album, just a reissue, industry analysts will label a debut north of #5 as a success. The sales of her new singles from the reissue matter much more.

For Her: Gaga's fan base and four #1 radio hits have transformed her into the only artist who released a debut album this decade likely to remain a household name in 2035. Her image as an envelope pushing, avant-garde, pop celeb makes any scandal seem like a publicity stunt to please her fans. Combine that with the great sales of "Bad Romance," her "one-hour music video" Gossip Girl episode, the sold out dates on her Monster Ball Tour 2009, the multiple collector's editions, her humbleness, her fans rapid purchase of anything gaga, and the positive buzz surrounding the cover and she could have a #1 album. Her "love for her fans" makes every obvious corporate attempt to get cash (ten special editions, really, Gaga?) seem like a gift from the avant pop Goddess to us. It's technically a reissue, but considering it contains eight new tracks it's pretty much a new concept record people are DYING to hear.

Against Her: It's still a reissue. Considering the economy, many people will just download the 8 new songs from itunes.

Where She's Likely to Land: Regardless, she still wins. Gaga, like Madonna, is about the singles, not the album. Expect her to steal the top spot or second place. Either way, Gaga doesn't loose. Beware, Shakira and RiRi, beware.

Biggest Day In Music of 2009...But Who Will Win?


On November 23rd, five of pop's biggest stars will release their new albums and each star has a lot to lose. So, over the next few weeks I will make a prediction on where each star will stand when their albums debut stateside. I begin today with Rihanna.

RIHANNA RATED R: What's at stake: Following Good Girl Gone Bad, her career high, Rihanna seemed on the verge of icon status. Her squeaky clean image, countless hit singles, muscularly perfect body, and starbound talented boyfriend made her easily the new millennium's star most likely to have a timeless career in the vein of Madonna, Britney, or Janet. She was already one name status. Yet, with one punch her flawless image crashed because of someone else's actions. We saw her as a perfect, powerful, and confident woman but even she suffered from being human. The attention has shifted from her music to her personal life. Rihanna is set to release her third album. Historically, if an artist's third album falters a tiny bit from previous records, their career is over. This is her True Blue, Born in the USA, Bad, and Fan Mail. This is the most important album of her career. Will she be Brandy or Janet? It's up to 11/23 to decide.

For her: America still loves her and wants her to succeed. Unlike Lindsey Lohan or Britney Spears, she was not in control of her recent scandal. She did not ask for it. Furthermore, no Rihanna lead single has ever flopped or debuted outside of the top 100. Her first single has been in the top five on itunes for several days.

Against her: Unlike Kylie Minogue, who followed her battle with cancer with songs about "Speakerphones" and "2 Hearts," Rihanna's troubles have leaked into her latest singles. Rihanna sings fluffy guilt pleasures, not dark gothic influenced pop songs about guns. "Russian Roulette" met no radio air play and critical disappointment, a rarity in RiRi's career. Her label quickly released another flop and then "Hard," a catchy, but not overwhelmingly memorable club ready jam. It's the end of the decade and unless she delivers she may go the way of the Snuggie.

Where she's likely to land: #2 or #1. If "Russian Roulette" stops slipping down the charts and her 20/20 interview gets people talking, she may barely make it to the top spot. However, if Adam Lambert's song rises and Lady Gaga's buzz continues, she may join Tiffany and the Pet Rock as relics of the past. 2010 is on the horizon and she could easily be left in the era of the cellphone.


Friday, October 30, 2009

Romance is Dead?

What morons declared the romantic movie dead? Oh, Time, Entertainment Weekly, and every other dog darn publication did. Although every year movie studios force us to watch bridezillas argue over dresses, the great romantic pictures are not dead because they never existed. Say what, Auntie Christopher Robin? Look at Gone With the Wind. It tells a story about self-empowerment that happens to include a crucial subplot involving a stirring romance. Rose and Jack fall in love against a canvas of historical tragedy and personal loss. As assassins attempt to murder Whitney Houston, the diva falls for Kevin Costner, her bodyguard. The supposed "romantic classics" are actually musicals, historical dramas, character studies, or other genre pictures involving love. Every time a director attempts to create "a classical romance" they create epic failures, such as Australia. This occurs because only three things happen in a straight up romance, according to Liza Minnelli: the boy gets the girl, the boy looses the girl, or the boy gets her and then looses her. It doesn't leave many story options available; however, a thriller involving love leaves us with an unimaginable amount of third acts. Romance never died. It just hides beneath Moulin Rouge, High School Musical, Twilight, and the latest Tyler Perry morality play. If only it hid beneath our real life stories. If only.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Let's Imagine A Better World Where Lisa Left Eye Lopes Never Died


"My Hearts At A Low/I'm So Much To Manage/I Think I've Been Damaged."

Those are the brilliant lyrics of TLC, the best selling and greatest female hip hop group of all time, not Danity Kane. You probably don't know these lyrics because their honest and heart wrenching, guitar heavy "Damaged" flopped. Rolling Stone called it the band's best song, but no one knows it because the death of Left Eye (RIP girlfriend) catastrophically ended the career of a band destined to, like Radiohead and Britney Spears only, out last the 1990's both creatively and economically. The trio always kept up with the times. They would never have been VH1 material (sorry, Salt, Pepper, and Spinderella too.)

TLC is hands down my favorite band of all time. I grew up with them. SexyCrazyCool was the soundtrack to my childhood. Unlike the Spice Girls or Destiny's Child, TLC combined discussions of feminism with raw sexual club anthems. "No Scrubs" has the groove of "My Love" and thoughts on the intellectual level of Tori Amos's "Silence All These Years." TLC represents the perfect marriage of commerce and intellectualism. Call them the Where the Wild Things Are of Dallas Austin style R&B. I never got to see them in concert (thanks, you stupid 2000 hurricane) and often imagine what would have happened if Left Eye would have lived to hear Chinese Democracy. Considering they released an album every three to four years, we would have seen two albums. I have decided to contemplate on this post what they would have sound like.

The 2005 Timbaland Album It was the year of Timbaland and why would these queens not work with him? They would definitely need an update and their more mature older woman anthems against his avant hop beats would have been what Hard Candy supposedly was: mature, dance floor ready, urban, insightful, and fun. Imagine a discussion about being a single mother set to the "buh buh dum cha" of Timbaland and Justin. Can you say lost magic? Maybe they could have saved those disastrous Miami VMAS with some out there outfit promoting safe sex.

The 2009 Blackout and Techno Influenced Album Elctro is big and you know these girls would have been all over it. Chances are Lisa would have gotten crazier and the other girls more mature. With all the hell in 2007, I would have expected some TLC drama. While they danced to urbanized french house, they probably would have metaphorically discussed their inner problems and life in their 40's. Perez Hilton would have been all over THIS!

Unfortunately, I can only dream...

R.I.P. Lisa Lopes


Thursday, October 15, 2009

Congratulations, You FINALLY Discovered Postmodernism. Now Will You Please Shut Up


Listen, I'm just as excited for Where the Wild Things Are as the next "accidental hipster" or trendy teenager, but this movie is not INDIE or new. Its post-modernism and it is PRODUCED BY A MAJOR CORPORATION. (While I'm at it, I might as well burst another bubble. The Gap owns Hot Topic. Goths, start shredding your Slipnot tee now!) Also, taking a children's book and making it into a movie is not new. Everyday at school, I hear countless people talk about how they will cry as they watch the trailer and have always owned a Wild Things doll, even though, we all know they bought it at Urban Outfitters. (Also, a corporation. Sorry for bursting SO MANY bubbles.) The movie looks great, but stop acting like you just discovered Fellini and Spike Jonze is some underground hero. They sell his music videos and/or Adaptation at Target and Best Buy. Get real.

This is the eqivilant to Cat in the Hat or Transformers. It's a children's icon transformed into a movie...except, this time the movie has substance...which is great...but its still a refurbished icon turned into a movie. It's the "Man in the Mirror" of a picture book turned into an adult product. Jonze takes an awful corporate idea and makes it into thought provoking art. Which rocks! I'm just sick of people finally realizing post modernism rocks and thinking they are the first to discover it when others (I'm looking at you, Caroline. Everyone else, read her FANTASTIC blog http://lareinehedoniste.blogspot.com/. ) have been blogging about it for MONTHS! I hate to compare Spike Jonze's movie to a Miley Cyrus song, but this is the same thing as the jock at my high school discovering the brilliance of catchy pseudo-country disco. I'm glad everyone digs post-modernism, but stop acting like it makes you hip. I found it over the summer, but I knew I wasn't the first. Art History text books beat you and me to it a long, long time ago in a galaxy called 2001.

And on that note...

COMMENT AWAY!

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Call Me Blasphemous, Courtney Love and Hole Kicks Kurt Cobain's and Nirvana's Bum!


"If the world is so wrong, you can break them all with one song."
Courtney Love

It was 1994: the year grunge died. Across our cardigan wearing nation, kids rampantly blasted Nirvana: Unplugged, Channel horribly designed flannel coats, and the media relentlessly attacked the new Yoko Ono, the new Nancy Spungen: Courtney Love. Except this time, fans thought (incorrectly) that Nancy transformed into Sid and murdered Gen X's reluctant John Lennon, transforming herself into a global, tabloid sensation.

Amidst all this, people lost sight of the one true thing about the Miss Love. This Yoko Ono made kick ass music BETTER THAN HER HUSBAND. Despite often being called a poseur, Love never lies. As a celebrity, she sings about "Malibu," and as a Seattle scene queen, she sings about "Teenage Whores." Bob Dylan, now signed now to Citi Group, is a poseur, not Miss Love. Some say Cobain manufactured her dread, maybe he helped, but he never wrote as beautifully deranged a song as any of Hole's great pieces on Celebrity Skin, their only album released post Cobain. "Violet" may not represent angst as clearly as "Smells Like Teen Spirit," but it sounds more honest and truthful. Courtney Love, peels back her "Celebrity Skin" on Live Through This, revealing her true pathos. When she laments "I'm Miss World/Somebody kill me," she sounds like Vivien Leigh, always on the verge of a mental breakdown, the type of vulnerability other artists die for.

Sure, Celebrity Skin and American Sweetheart cannot compete with the suicide letter found on In Utero, but Live Through This, Hole's major label debut, is a more compelling album than Nevermind, the album most people cite as why they love the band. No one can deny that "Doll Parts" offers more emotional insight than "Polly" ever did. Say what you want, in my book, Courtney Love is not Yoko Ono, nor John Lennon, she's a Van Gogh, an underrated voice which will be appreciated more than today's idolized in due time.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

The Resurrection of Pop




Each generation, a blonde pop icon lacking talent but possessing charisma and mystery is born and until last January, it looked like the Bush era would end without a Madonna or Britney, cementing the lameness of the last ten years. Thankfully, God has blessed us with an ugly New Yorker with an avant soul and pop sensitivity. Dancing with Gaga on a skit last night, Madonna finally found a modern artist she SHOULD WORK WITH. Screw Weezy, Madge, this is your girl.

Before her arrival last fall, we had seen standard blonde bimbos, such as Aubry O' Day and Brooke Hogan, attempt to join the dancing diva reigns. Ironically, the ugliest, most strange, and edgy artist took the throne. Gaga does not make avant songs. This girl writes and sings catchy electro pop. Like all great artists, she embodies thoughts behind her trashy "poker face." EW originally declared The Fame, her debut, as a forgetful, unmemorable, great recession shaking, jam; however, after listening on repeat and watching those bizzare performances, she has shown the depth and creativity of "Just Dance."

During her second SNL performance last night, Gaga sang "Love Game" as a sad lament over her own happy recorded version. It emphasized the sad irony of this mistress of insanity. Then, she went to the piano, quite awkwardly in a weird spinning outfit, and knocked out the dark and catchy "Bad Romance" as a Sinatra ballad. Her performances are like covers of her own songs. Her New York medley emphasized this so well and showed why we love Gaga. She is original, yet classical, yet poppy, yet avant garde. By writing odd but commercial music, she allows their true souls to ring more truly when rearranged. Gaga beats Cat Power at Cat Power's cover game. Gaga is not Britney. Britney is not Madonna, and neither is Gaga. Gaga is Gaga, and that is why Gaga is an icon. Lady Gaga, welcome to the palace of Pop.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Gaga's Curious Predicament, Queens' New Songs, and Other Lil Tidbits





In other news, its late September...which means NEW BRITNEY! Unlike Gaga, who has only partially accomplished her mission, Britney always deliver sultry slutty pop which never fails to shock. Already, conservatives are rallying around the mother having threesomes theme of "3." Britney constantly gives us the usual but its always the usual we least expect. Take note Gaga. You should take note too, Madonna. Your new song, "Revolver," sounds predictable and a tad Britney circa 2007. What happened to the envelope avant garde Madonna? Did she have to sell her soul to Weezy?

Cascada sure didn't. I considered them Eurotrash one hit wonders. I didn't even know what the lead singer looked like till today. Yet, "Evacuate the Dancerfloor" is on my sirius playlist. THE SONG ROCKS! Its got a one hit wonder quality from a two, three, maybe endless hit band. Hey Madonna, maybe you should copy Cascada, not Weezy!

I'm off! Toodles!

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Best Week for Oprah (and us pop culture lovers) EvAaAaA!!!

So let's break down the amazingness of Oprah's premier week:

MONDAY: Whitney's all open interview. BOBBY BEAT HER!
TUESDAY: The amazing return of the diva in a stunning performance. Her daughter plans on entering the biz. Do we see a future gay icon? Uh hum.
WENDSDAY: MJ Tribute. Slightly boring but it got good ratings. MJ fever continues Oprah style!
THURSDAY: YOUR FATHER WAS A SERIAL KILLER! Classic, talk show glory.
FRIDAY: Mariah+screaming fans+ biggest fans get free trip, concert tix, and roll in video+ new book club selection+ Precious ads galore (it worked I bought the book)+ New York City+ The Mayor= EVERYTHING THAT IS BIG ABOUT OPRAH IN ONE EPISODE!

Now, this week has been pop culture overload. Then again, every week is pop overload. In past years, this overload has felt intimidating. Anyone remember the 2006 VMAS? THOSE SCREENS WERE GOING TO EAT US. But now, the pop is part of us. Sure, some are saying its all rehashes and negative (cough Stephen King cough) but in reality this is what Warhol always dreamed of. The avant garde meets commercial (Lady Gaga), rehashes get awesomer (90210, that stupid Goodbye song), and watercooler moments meet tribute to the King (who is excited for the rumored Janet/Madonna tribute concert? I AM!). Gaga pretty much represents this. Pop is everything now and she knows it.

We haven't advanced to the point where guilty pleasures loose their guilty quality unfortunately. Jennifer's Body bombed. We all love Megan Fox... just only me, some heteros, and some queens will admit it.

Till next time pop lovers....

I'm out.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

She's Miss World. Please Don't Kill Her. I Want A Sequel!

Everyone has been hating on Diablo Cody's Jennifer's Body, and I'm not sure why. Is it her quick rise to fame, jealousy, the Megan Fox factor, or do people just not get it? It's probably all of the above. This movie works... a lot! Its a perfect combo of campy frights and funny catch lines. IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE CHEESY. It's not supposed to be Fellini. Alas, no one likes to have a good time anymore. We currently live in the most pop saturated time ever, yet, everyone wants to act serious. You are not stupid if you enjoy lines like "my tit." Maybe, some people just can't undergo a film which says something about teenagers and has cheesy gore galore. If only I lived in the 1980s.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Have I Read This Book, Yet? Nope, but I will blog about it!

I'm no fan of pulp lit. Okay, I'm a fan of SOME pulp lit, but I have to read this novel. I'm not sure I even want to. I probably will hate it. However, something inside of me, something deep within me, something probably called great marketing tactics has led me to believe I must, and trust me, I will, read this book. I know no spoilers, but I know the basic plot. Robert Langdon and a hot American chick (probably a student) investigate a murder leading to the discovery of THE LOST SYMBOL, which not only solves the crime, it changes the world! I hate formulas and James Bond, but holy guacamole does that formula make me excited! I preordered it on my kindle and on Tuesday morning it was there. Now tell me if you know anything more post-modern than preordering a downloaded copy of a formulaic rehash of James Bond Madonna vs. The Catholic Church, I mean the Masons, style? I don't. Got to go do homework and then KINDLE. (That's right I don't read pulp lip, I kindle that shit.) Peace lovers.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Whitney Houston Returns to Music With An Unexpected Album of Ballads and Modern Disco


Coarse, raspy, and vulnerable are not words typically used to describe Whitney Houston’s vocals. However, after a decade of reality television, drug abuse, and divorce, Houston has transformed her once perfect voice into an instrument damaged from neglect. Prior to her tabloid infamy, critics and fans adored her superhuman ability to emit feelings no one else could express. But when Miss Houston began her downward spiral much of the public rejected the diva, viewing the tarnishing of her voice as the selfish behavior of an ungrateful diva pampered for way too long.

Ironically, on I Look to You, her “comeback album,” Whitney may no longer hit high notes but for the first time in her career sounds oddly sympathetic and human. Clive Davis, Houston’s longtime mentor and executive producer, has crafted the album as a hip-hop boxing match balanced between up-tempo modern disco and sappy ballads. On the first five tracks, produced by hit makers Alicia Keys, R. Kelly, Akon, and Danja, Houston clearly struggles to belt the catchy refrain of girl power anthems like Million Dollar Bill.” Throughout these feel good jams, Whitney attempts to convince us that she’s still the curly haired girl who stole our hearts with “I Wanna Dance With Somebody.” “I want you to love me/like I never left,” she begs us; and for the first half of the album it seems like the old Whitney has left us forever, leaving us with an unconfident diva battling for survival in a radio ready boxing match against the trends of the new Millennium.

But as her mentor Clive Davis said, it only takes one great song to return to the top of charts, and with “I Didn’t Know My Own Strength,” Whitney stands a chance at reclaiming her legacy. On this gorgeous hymn penned by Dianne Warren, Houston feels no need to attempt to sang in 1990, but instead allows her emotions to come thru in a simple hymn expressing her ability to survive her greatest challenges. “I was not built to break,” she claims and on the next few tracks on her album she returns to her confidant glory.

On the club ready “Worth It” and break up jam “Salute,” Whitney accepts her raspy voice and flows with R. Kelly’s rhythms, clearly having a good time in the sound booth. Whitney may struggle to hit the notes and her voice might sound more Amy Winehouse than Chaka Khan, but between her raw honesty and the slight schadenfreude, Whitney Houston delivers a solid hit worthy record, which may not reclaim her thrown, but reinvents her as a tragic figure rising from her challenges as a new and different Whitney Houston.

Greatest Week For Pop Culture Ever? Maybe, just, Maybe!



This week I'm going to blog about three of the most important moments in pop culture history which happen to be taking place THIS WEEK: the VMAS, Whitney's comeback, and The Lost Symbol. Yes, that is a book.

FINALLY! The VMA'S return to their trashy, avant garde glory. For the first time since 2003 I'm going to remember the Video Awards for some glorious moment of pop history, not an epic Britney with blonde weave and pig belly hot train wreck of a disaster. Ever since the show travelled to Miami for a structureless and Diddy filled in the round show, the VMAS have lost their trade mark spunk and controversy. As ratings fell, MTV attempted to regain viewers by "reinventing the show," which only led to claustrophobic performances in hotel rooms and bloated IMAX screens floating over Timbaland's head. Even worse, they hired actors and Diddy, not stand up comedians, to host the show.

However, with a return to Radio City and a more simplistic stage design the show has reclaimed its title as most pointless and entertaining award show of all time. Madonna kicked off the spectacle with an emotional and honest eulogy for MJ. Unlike his epic memorial, she sounded sincere and recognized how we abandoned him. Then his sister delivered a flawless performance of "Scream" after impersonators performed a medley of "Thriller," "Bad," and "Smooth Criminal." A screen shot of MJ and his sister from the song's video summed up this expression of sisterly love. Finally, a Jackson delivers a tribute aimed at celebrating their brother, not their own career. This moment will be remembered as one of the most sincere moments of the show.

As everyone knows Kanye made a fool of himself. He now joins the ranks of the dude from Rage Against the Machine and Eminem as the VMA village idiot. Blame the Hennisy, Kanye!

Gaga summed up the nights return to amazingness. Her outrageous costume changes (4 BLOODY OUTFITS), self mutilation, remix of Paparazzi, and shout out to "God and the Gays" recalls the best moments of Britney and Madonna, the VMA queens! More on this on my weekend post about pop culture right now. Jay Z's performance now ranks with other respectable Jay Z performances which catapulted his singles to the #1 spot.

Only thing missing from the show was Britney. She symbolizes the show after all. Hopefully next year, she brings back her controversy filled performances. After all, she's been quite a good girl lately!

Sunday, August 30, 2009

The Irony of Miley Cyrus (Which Miley probably has no clue about)

I first heard "Party in the USA" while watching the now infamous stripper pole on top of an ice cream truck Teen Choice Award performance. Defending herself against the controversy, Miley stated that the performance's trailer home and the song's lyrics represented her "American" roots. Last time I checked, trailer homes did not represent democracy. Miley sees herself as the stereotypical white, all American, Nashville girl. However, just by looking at her single cover you know Miley represents Hollywood, not Tennessee. From the spike bracelets on her wrists to the Urban Outfitters pseudo hipster top, Miley screams "I'm a product of the Disney Tween Machine." This conflicted persona, similar to Britney's innocent Lolita appearance circa 2001, is exactly what makes her biggest single (thus far) so damn appealing. Dr. Luke, the hit maker who crafted "I Kissed a Girl" and "Circus", combines the country song store structure with Rihanna's "I'm having a great party refrain that has nothing to do with any verses." This juxtaposition of Miley lamenting about how outcasted she feels in Hollywood with her lover for her "song" and "the Party in the USA" works as a perfect metaphor for this identity conflicted teen queen.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

A Beautifuly Flawed Echo

A few weeks ago I read an entry on PopWatch about Mariah Carey's rendition of "I'll Be There" at MJ's memorial. The blogger commentated on how because of shows such as American Idol we only see perfect performances as decent ones. We obsess so much over the perfect pitch and the tone, we ignore the artist's emotions. ART IS ABOUT EMOTIONS NOT PERFECTION. Look back on the Ronnettes and Judy Garland. They sounded great but the flaws, the tearful hiccups made them transcend from mediocrity to greatness.

This of course brings me to Joss Whedon's Dollhouse. When Dollhouse first aired, us Brown Coats balked at the granddaddy of modern serial television. (Sorry Lost fans, Buffy did long story arches way before that plane even crashed and Dark Shadows invented it.) How could Whedon give us a show with such a flawed structure and plotline? The early episodes felt like Sci-Fi CSI and when it finally started kicking ass we wondered why it took so fracking long. However, after I watched the unaired "Pilot" I see the brilliance of Joss's ways. Because we suffered through the horrid first five episodes (Eliza the backup singer, anyone?) the jump into the mythology and secrets beneath Echo came as shocking plot details, wheras if we Echo encountered Agent Ballard on the first episode we wouldn't have blinked. The pimples, the cult episode, and over all shittiness actually is what makes Dollhouse one of the best shows on TV. Its flawed, but that's what made season one so fucking beautiful in the first place. Now if only we could have a Susan Boyle on US tv.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Her Career Could Use A Little Bump




For those of you that don’t know, last night ABC Family premiered Lindsey Lohan's first movie in over two years, albeit a TV one. In Labor Pains, Lohan's first anything besides a line of coke and leggings brand since the disastrous I Know Who Killed Me, she stars as a hard working secretary who fakes a pregnancy to keep her job. I'll be honest, its not her worse movie, but I also didn't finish it. It was just another TV movie. The screenplay lacked substance and for a film originally intended for the big screen why did the cinematographer focus on close-ups?

One has to wonder if the advertising company who created Pains's "Her career could use a little bump" tagline as an ironic allusion to Lohan's fall from the new Molly Ringwald turned Julia Robins to the new Tatum O' Neal turned into every other child star. Why Lohan, a talented actress once poised to be Hollywood's biggest star in a decade, chose this crappy screenplay instead of summer blockbuster The Hangover, as her comeback vehicle is a mystery to everyone. She can't blame it on her agent (she got her the other gig via a mutual client) and she can't blame it on the media. She can only blame it on herself. From dying her hair blonde to starring in Killed Me it seems Lindsey Lohan hates the girl deep within her ninety pound body America undeniably at one point loved. Although Lohan's family first caused the self-destruction, which ignited the crashing train known as the second half of her career, Lindsey is an adult and it is only she who is destroying the charming girl within.


Unlike other twenty something year old has beens, such as Misha Barton, I rooted for Lohan as I watched ten minutes of this forgettable film because she has a genuine (but unused) appeal. It's not like she can't have a comeback- fucking Britney Spears came back from “Gimme More”- but if she does not dump Samantha Ronson, ditch the coke, and disappear for a year before triumphantly returning in a small, yet show stealing performance in a Judd Apatow comedy along with her old trademark fiery red hair she's destine to avoid her destiny and become Sean Young instead of Lindsey Lohan, the red headed adult megastar of the twenty-first century.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

CAT POWER VS./IS BRITNEY SPEARS

Unlike Britney Spears, I learned about Cat Power a few months back through the lore, not the CNN coverage. From the blog posts, the books, cultural analysis, and music I saw Chan Marshall as the honest real deal, a rare musician who offered her true confession to her wounded empathetic fan base, not some contrived factory girl like Duffy. While waiting outside the Culture Room in downtown Fort Lauderdale before An Evening With Cat Power began, I told Kayla, the young punk rockish chick from Chaminade-Madonna waiting next to me, I paid 120$ to see Britney Spears’s Circus show a few months ago. Immediately Kayla started ranting about how Spears lip-synchs (no shit Sherlock). I said I didn’t care. I went to see a performance, not an opera. I’m not sure I’ve ever received a dirtier look than the one Kayla shot at me after I dropped that comment.

After waiting for three hours, doors opened…and we waited for two more. The crowd inside consisted of flannel wearing hipsters, rich south beach girls, and a large assortment of emos. I asked Mr. Manorexic Flannel next to me if he knew who was opening, which he retorted back with a condescending chuckle and shook his head, “its only Cat Power tonight.” Unfortunately, Mr. Manorexic Flannel was wrong. Chan decided to force the audience to watch her favorite Willie Nelson DVD via a small movie screen. During Nelson’s set, the flannel teens in front of me found the Cat Power set list on stage and gossiped for twenty minutes about the songs Chan might play.

After listening to the four foot tall blonde behind me bragging about knowing Madonna and how gross it is “when Madonna eats sushi with no air conditioning on,” Willie Nelson faded to black and the words “CAT POWER” played on the screen. I expected light to shine on the stage, but no spotlight glimmered center stage. Like Madonna or Britney Spears, Chan waited for the audience to chant “we love you” before she took the stage. Still dark, Chan entered and bowed as the audience worshipped her. Then for the next half hour, Ms. Marshall blended her songs into one long repetitive ballad as she hopped about stage on one leg like Ashley Simpson. “Metal Heart” sound like “The Greatest” which sound like “New York, New York.” This bizarre performance art confused me. Was I watching Chan Marshall return to her infamous state of psychosis or was she simply rocking it out avant garde style? After Chan hid behind a speaker during “Metal Heart” her adoring fans whispered “she’s so amazing” and “keep going” as I realized this was a breakdown Britney Spears shaving her head style.

After she hid behind the speaker, I texted my brother. When I looked back at the stage I noticed Chan had disappeared. I asked the dude next to me where she was and he informed me she abandoned her set and the guitarist ran after her. “My life is complete! I’ve seen a Cat Power Meltdown during Metal Heart the best fucking song ever!” he told me. I complained about her meltdown and another fan glared at me “don’t you feel bad?” “I did pay 33$ to see a performance, not a breakdown,” I replied. I soon learned Cat Power fans are hard core as they come. The blonde chick responded as if I had pissed on a grave. After fans shouted “we love you,” Chan Marshall returned to the stage and bowed (again) and then once (again) blended her songs into one bad symphony of sadness. No apology, no improvement. Chan Marshall just expected her fans to adore her and they caved in.

Last night, I left the show pissed as hell. I spent hardcore cash…on a meltdown. Originally I viewed the artist and her fans as real honest folks, but now I see them as contrived as the Britney Spears show. Both Marshall and Spears lack stellar vocals and both of their fans live in self-designed false personas. Cat Power fans have artificial angst and couture homeless people cloths. Britney Spears fans have artificial happiness and couture cloths. Same thing. However, what Spears makes up for her lack of vocals in flips, dancing, and acrobatics, Marshall made up for in awful dancing, singing with her back to the audience, and a calculated freak out. Last night I though the princess of pop had an ounce of talent and the indie queen had none. Yet today, I see the Cat Power show as one of the greatest concerts I have ever seen. It took talent and bravery and good old fashioned tabloid razzle dazzle to stage her meltdown. By creating a breakdown and performing abstractly to cover her flaws, Chan Marshall made a statement about the current state of talent in American music. Her show was a musical TMZ clip. The sound, the melody, that doesn’t matter in 2009. It’s about the persona, the image, the bizarreness, and the level of insanity. People now read into the expansiveness of it all, not the composition. After all Lady Gaga (the queen of crazy) just had her third number one single in a row. Insanity is now music and insanity is now great and therefore, despite her lack of talent or rhythm, so is Cat Power.