Showing posts with label the greatest men of all time.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the greatest men of all time.. Show all posts

Friday, July 3, 2009

mollie sugden (1922-2009).



this truly was the week of death.

michael jackson.
farrah fawcett.
karl malden.
billy mays.

...and now mrs. slocumbe. and she actually meant more to me than all of the above four. combined.

mollie sugden, one of britain's most beloved comedic actresses passed away at the age of 86 yesterday. 
she was spot-on in her delivery and timing, particularly as the iconic mrs. slocumbe on are you being served?, one of the GREATEST TV SHOWS EVER.

no stranger to the bbc, mollie was also known for her titular role on come back, mrs. noah, as the overbearing matriarch on the liver birds, and her impressive dramatic stint on coronation street.
she also recently guest starred in a hilarious skit for little britain.

a true comedic legend. 
taken away.

i really can't deal with this.
i will be dedicating my entire weekend to a much-deserved aybs marathon, courtesy of the 14 season box set i bought a while ago.

mrs. slocumbe will hopefully join miss. brahams and mr. humphrey in that great big department store in the sky.


john inman (1935-2007)
wendy richard (1943-2009)



Monday, June 29, 2009

michael jackson (1958-2009).



michael jackson died on thursday.
he was 50 years old.
i decided not to write about it until the media frenzy had died down and i could present my words from a truly unemotional and completely unbiased perspective. 


i had spent the day (june 25, that is) shopping with my mother and sister. at about 5, we had all developed ravenous appetites and decided to have dinner. walking into a fairly posh restaurant, i immediately noticed loud 'michael jackson' music sounding from the speakers. perplexed, given the otherwise polished atmosphere, i became uneasy and highly suspicious. sitting and waiting for service, four 'michael jackson' songs had now played consecutively and i was looking for answers. finally, our waitress came to the table and before i could utter a word, she stated:

"i hope you guys don't mind the michael jackson music. he just died a few hours ago. can i get you any drinks to start?"

actually, i'll skip the drink. just bring me some fucking answers!
michael jackson died?
when?
how?
where?
today?
didn't farrah fawcett die, too?

needless to say, it was a relatively shocking revelation for the three of us. i don't think any of us actually enjoyed michael jackson as a person. cynical as ever, even as a philanthropist i always thought he had ulterior motives. to most white people, michael jackson just could not bounce back from the child abuse allegations, the erratic and eccentric behavior or the physical deterioration of the once healthy looking black man. however, on the drive home, radio stations all across the dial were playing commercial-free michael jackson marathons, which made for a very nostalgic and deeply reflective hour-and-a-half ride. regardless of your opinion of the guy, every time a classic came on, we each had our own story about where we were when we had first heard it. and for him to die just days before rehearsals for his comeback tour were to begin seemed all the more sad and somewhat pathetic. 

once we had arrived home, tv stations were inundated.
cnn was awash with random celebrities, phoning in to 'larry king live' with their own stories of mj. 

*by the way, did anybody else actually listen to anderson cooper's mj story? how, at the age of 10, his mother [gloria vanderbilt] would take him to studio 54 with bianca jagger, marisa berenson and grace jones, where they would all dance to 'don't stop til' you  get enough'? 
did they also tell him that the powder they were chopping up at the table was fun dip mix?

first of all, at any age, if you are going to studio 54 with bianca jagger, marisa berneson and grace jones, you are a homosexual. secondly, there was complete and utter sincerity in his delivery. not a hint of abashed sarcasm or exaggeration. anderson cooper, age 10, at studio 54.
if true, i'd like to exhume his mother's body just to kick her ass.
*unfortunately, i did my research AFTER writing this and discovered that gloria vanderbilt is still alive.
the above statement may be false, but the sentiment remains.

but i digress. 
the jackson family are a strange group of people. 
that father absolutely fucked up every one of his kids, and i guarantee that he will outlive at least one more.
michael jackson's was such a sad story, that ended in such an appropriate manner. not that he deserved to die or anything, but could you really see mj living to a ripe old age? all the plastic surgery. all the medication. it really was only a matter of time. really sad day.

god speed, mj.
don't worry, everybody is pretty in heaven.
rest in peace.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

lush.


lush is one of the most underrated bands to come out of the early ninety's britpop-shoegaze movement.
they are also one of my personal favourites.

their story begins appropriately enough in london when two 14 year-olds, bff's miki berenyi and emma anderson began discussing their mutual love for music. co-founding a fanzine and attending numerous gigs together, they learned all about the local punk scene and decided to join respective bands -- "the bugs" for berenyi, "the rover girls" for anderson. after developing their own sound, and enlisting drummer chris acland and bassist steve rippon, lush was born.

they gained heavy momentum by playing local gigs throughout london--so heavy in fact, that on one particular night, as many as twelve different studio execs came to listen. only one rep from seminal indie label 4ad chose to stay.

they began by writing quintessential pop lyrics -- drawing influence from carly simon and the beatles and anything else they remember listening to as kids, and burying it under a lot of heavy guitar reverb, mainly because of berenyi and anderson's presumed lack of vocal ability. this sound would go on to become their signature and a staple of the early shoegaze genre.

and it worked:
robin guthrie of cocteau twins was so impressed, he decided to produce their debut album, spooky, in 1992 (with new bassist phil king, replacing rippon after an amicable separation).
minor success soon followed abroad when perry farrell of jane's addiction, a huge fan, decided to extend the invitation to play lollapalooza the following year. they accepted, and brought their unique sounds to america. the festival (in its second year) featured lush not only playing center stage with red hot chilli peppers, soundgraden, pearl jam and ice cube but also, in true rock-star form, berenyi plunging from a misjudged stage-dive onto her head, requiring 14 stitches.

when it was time to record a sophomore LP in 1994, the now confident band fled to wales to cut split, a more melodic effort that had both girls, lyrically, reaching deep in an attempt to outdo their first record. 
tensions rose and pressures mounted as split made less of an impact in the u.k., selling less than spooky, but did however garner them heavy rotation on mtv stateside and allowed them a proper, full u.s., canadian, british and european tour. fame overseas is not what they wanted.
if england didn't like them, they had failed.

perceived failure once again served as motivation towards the recording of album #3. released in 1996, lovelife, unlike earlier efforts, showcased berenyi and anderson's individual songwriting skills which mixed dark, pastoral imagery with jangly, high-spirited pop sounds--particularly on tracks like "papasan" and "ciao!", berneyi's duet with jarvis cocker.

either way, critical reaction was high and showcasing became essential
--perhaps too much so. exhausting and repetitive touring throughout america took its toll:
anderson wanted to leave the band.
acland was ordered by a doctor to stay on bedrest.
berenyi felt completely abandoned, yet hopeful.

the band took a much needed hiatus.
acland decided to move to his parent's house in the english countryside. 
it was here that fears and stress became all consuming and he hanged himself.
 
lush was no more. 
berenyi and anderson, devastated, could not and would not carry on without their friend. lovelife would be their last record and they officially disbanded in 1996.

  • in 1998, emma anderson formed a new band entitled sing-sing with lisa o'neill. they disbanded in 2008. anderson is now a booking agent. she is 42.
  • miki berenyi currently works as a sub-editor at a major music magazine in london. she has provided vocals for tracks by the rentals and seinking ships. she has no desire to return to music. she is 42.
  • phil king is currently a touring guitarist for the jesus and mary chain. he apparently works at the same company (not the same publication) as miki. he is 49.

i love listening to this when it is raining outside.

right now,
it is raining outside.


Tuesday, June 9, 2009

experi-mental.


every time i put on a riuchi sakamoto record, i am immediately transported back to the late eighties / early nineties when filmmakers actually took the time to incorporate a noteworthy score into their works. 

before winning an oscar for scoring 'the last emperor,' sakamoto made a lot of awesome noise with david sylvian of 'japan' (one of my many musical idols - 'tin drum' is essential listening), and while listening to 'forbidden colours' recently, i began to feel as though music will officially never be like the recordings of yesterday. 

seriously, what else is there to prove? how is experimental music even relevant nowadays? what sounds can be put on tape that artists like sakamoto, richard d james, robert fripp, brian eno, laurie anderson and robert wyatt haven't already discovered.

matthew herbert is great.
fennesz is amazing.

but there are so few artist out there today that blow my fucking mind. 
i haven't listened to the radio since 1999.


"what happened to music?" - aunt jackie
"who the hell are you, tipper gore?" - roseanne