What's with Fading Dowagers From Britain these days?........George-the-G-stands-for-something-else Michael, having sex al fresco, with Uncle Fester.....Boy (Barge?) George, on a chain gang, keeping our public spaces clean, in Harlem.....and now Elt-y wants to rap.
Yo oh no.
Thursday, August 24
That Time Of Month
Madison Avenue has always been one of my favourite club music outfits, mainly because their songs were so bloody bitchy. And I love bitchy. Here's my remix of Don't Call Me Baby, a song whose lyrics I've attempted to employ during the countless domestics I've found myself in over the past few years ::
[Of course, if you eat enough e, everyone starts to sound like Martha Wash after a while.]
Saturday, August 19
She's the Liz Taylor of the underground, the uberdiva who's been known to physically attack her fans (if she shows up), who actually wears yamamoto & watunusabe, the woman who's said things like "you're not gay - you just don't want to fuck me" (to eddie murphy) and, to the paparazzi, "get off the fucking dress", who sings La Vie en Rose with a conviction that'll make you do coke - and, believe me child, I could go on....and she's here, in a clip of some tribute to Trevor Horn, in a live performance, @ 2 years ago ::