Category Archives: Music

Boyband Confessions

For those of us around and cognizant at the turn of the millennium, there was only one war that mattered: Backstreet Boys versus ‘NSync. It was a battle for who could claim the supreme boyband title, and these two groups fought it out on the musical and video battleground, volleying for the top spot. At the end of that initial run of pop glory, I think most would agree that ‘NSync had the edge, following the super status of songs and videos like ‘Bye Bye Bye’ and ‘It’s Gonna Be Me’. 

The confessional part of this post is that I was always more of a Backstreet Boys fan. What can I say? I like boybands that stay together. 

That said, I’m as intrigued as Taylor Swift as to what might be in the ‘NSync future…

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Rainy Days & Mondays

The Carpenters don’t have a song sad enough for when the rainy day also happens to be a Monday, and such is the conundrum in which we find ourselves this final week of summer. Is there a more gloomy and dreary scene than a dim, rainy Monday morning? It unfailingly saps a bit of the soul when it happens, yet rather than fight and wail and rail against it, I’m attempting to lean into the gloom and doom, to let the soul feel its sadness and disappointment, to pause and hopefully to heal. 

This classic song by the Carpenters is almost too trite to post, but sometimes you don’t need to get too deep to resonate with such rawness. The Carpenters always managed to straddle that line between earnest and cloying – and today I’m erring on the side of earnest. 

Talkin’ to myself and feelin’ oldSometimes I’d like to quitNothin’ ever seems to fitHangin’ aroundNothin’ to do but frownRainy days and Mondays always get me down…

What I’ve got they used to call the bluesNothin’ is really wrongFeelin’ like I don’t belongWalkin’ aroundSome kind of lonely clownRainy days and Mondays always get me down
Funny, but it seems I always wind up here with youNice to know somebody loves meFunny, but it seems that it’s the only thing to doRun and find the one who loves me (the one who loves me)
What I feel has come and gone beforeNo need to talk it out (talk it out)We know what it’s all aboutHangin’ around (hangin’ around)Nothin’ to do but frownRainy days and Mondays always get me down
Funny, but it seems that it’s the only thing to do (only thing to do)Run and find the one who loves me (ooh)

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Don’t Forget Me When I’m Gone

Growing up in the 1980’s, this was the sort of pop music inspiration that informed my formative years, so it’s a wonder my taste isn’t even more gratingly awful than it is. This ear worm would take up residence in my head some days, making itself into a mantra that would later haunt my absences. Subconsciously I was preparing a strategy to never be forgotten – this song seemed to indicate that was important. 

My hair never went this high, and my clothes never got this extreme, but the 80’s opened the door to my own sense of style and fashion, for better and often worse. Bold colors, abstract designs, excess and over-the-top madness were the first things that my younger self saw on the television and in the magazines. All the girls in my class wore Liz Claiborne perfume, while my Mom had a bottle of Lou Lou that absolutely transfixed me. She rarely, if ever, wore it – someone gave it to her as a gift and it was decidedly too bold to be her style. I adored it. A few years ago I found a bottle of it, and usually break it out once around the holidays at the whatever over-the-top social gathering that happens to occupy the season. 

As I listen to this song now, it feels just as bouncy and happy and hopeful as it did back then, and also slightly empty and vapid. The melody is strong, but the lyrics and their cliches of love fall a little flat. Still, maybe that’s what we need again. Cheesy, cliched hope and fun – even if it’s all a bit hollow. 

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Jim Verraros Gives Us A Show and a Bow

Coming back to the music scene in splendid, scintillating fashion after a dozen years, Jim Verraros releases a magnificent return to sexy form with ‘Take My Bow’ today. He was recently crowned a Dazzler of the Day here, and upon listening to the new track it is apparent that Verraros still dazzles. ‘Take My Bow’ picks up where his last album ‘Do Not Disturb’ left off, then charts new territory by obliterating the boundaries of modern dance-pop. With its skittering beats and deliciously-sinister bass-line, ‘Take My Bow’ is the sultry slice of exuberant inspiration that Verraros has been providing since 2005; in many unheralded ways he paved the road for the likes of Sam Smith and Troye Sivan. ‘Take My Bow’ ranks right up there with the most striking releases of unabashedly queer music this year. 

Based on the single, and some of the promotional artwork for this venture (see below), Verraros still knows how to put on a show. (Check out ‘Take My Bow’ on Spotify here.)

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Harvest Moon Love

While on the subject of harvesting, this song by Neil Young tells a happy tale of love beneath a harvest moon. It didn’t speak to me in my youth, but like all great music, it creeps back and resonates differently the older one gets. When I think of Andy, and how supportive and helpful he has been this past summer, this song seems to embody the life we have slowly built together over the last couple of decades, even amid the madness of all those full moons that have passed over us in that time. 

When we were strangersI watched you from afarWhen we were loversI loved you with all my heart

Maybe we don’t celebrate those happy moments as much as we should, and we certainly don’t celebrate the moments when we are simply contented. The older I get, and the more of life’s sorrows that we experience, those moments of simple contentment, of standing still and being ok, the more I realize their value. I hope that makes life more enriching going forward, that there is something to be gleaned and earned from all the sadness and loss. 

But now it’s gettin’ lateAnd the moon is climbin’ highI want to celebrateSee it shinin’ in your eye

We don’t lean into the joy when we have it. We don’t stop to smell the roses when they’re sweet. At the crest of middle age, I want to do more of that for the downhill portion of this ride of life. 

Because I’m still in love with youI want to see you dance againBecause I’m still in love with youOn this harvest moon

For an even more intense and stripped down experience, listen to Cassandra Wilson’s exquisite rendering of the song, deconstructed to a primal, tender treatise on love. When I was living alone in Boston, I listened to this version of the song, not understanding, not even approaching an understanding of what it might mean. 

We are a little closer today.

Because I’m still in love with youI want to see you dance againBecause I’m still in love with youOn this harvest moon

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September Arriving

A song for the first day of September, entitled almost entirely too basically as ‘September Song’, and written and performed by the great Agnes Obel, this will mark our entrance to the month in which we transition from summer to fall. A sigh of sadness would usually accompany such a statement, but this year is different for me. This year, fall feels welcome, and the slumber of winter feels like it may function as an old friend. More than anything, I want things to slow down, and I want to feel the days as they arrive, not rush through them in order to get to the next thing. 

The next thing is not always lovely. 

The next thing lurks like a monster from childhood. 

Whether or not it’s only in your mind, the next thing is awful in how awful it can be imagined. 

So let us have this September Song, and let it be a balm on all our worry and wonder. 

Let it welcome us into a new month, and a new season, while embracing the last days of summer, celebrating and honoring everything that has happened beneath the sun and the rain. 

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Full Mooning

This post draws one in with a song and a cheeky photographic turn from the distant past. The song is ‘Will I Ever Dream?’ from the mid-1990’s, and the pics are from the mid-2000’s. Taken together, they honor tonight’s full Super Blue Moon. This bit of astrological mayhem might also explain the crazy-ass post from this morning, because had I known it was a full moon, and a period of Mercury in retrograde motion, I might have taken things better in stride. Or maybe I would have had the same reaction. Lately I’ve been extremely sensitive to things that normally wouldn’t bother me in the least. It dawned on me late last night, as I was dissolving into a pool of frustrated tears for not guessing the daily Wordle right away, that I was still in the thralls of grieving. My father hasn’t even been dead a full month, and all the little annoyances of life have taken on blame, a substitution and punching bag for whatever anger and hurt that’s still churning away. This song reads and sounds differently now than it did when I first heard it in a more blissful time

Please all I ask is that you don’t pass me by here that you
don’t leave me here drowning in tears all by myself
I’m out here in the cold, this love has taken its toll
I’m standing so alone it’s over now I know

There is no right or wrong way to grieve. All the books and guidance may offer certain paths that worked for other people, and some of them may prove especially helpful at certain times, but there are other moments that have no solution, no way of getting out of the muck. Going easier on myself, and others around me, is a lesson I’m slowly learning. At first I didn’t see what was happening.

Having maintained my daily meditation, I wondered at my increasing agitation and frustration with things in general. When I had trouble signing onto the computer for work one day my meltdown was fast and furious – I ended up walking away and charging an hour of vacation time to calm down and re-group, then slowly going back and figuring out the problem without the angry passion. 

When going out in public to pick up groceries or lunch, I find myself annoyed by almost everyone around me, whether it’s their laughter or their ignorance or their outfits, and it all feels like a personal affront. When driving, I’ve noticed a discernible rise in my own road rage, something that typically never afflicts me – these days everyone is either going too slow, or too fast, or texting. When watching the news that Andy has playing on the television, I feel an irrational flash and flicker of helpless fury, sometimes shouting back at the TV in furious outrage. 

At night here in the dark,
I just can’t get to sleep its seems
It’s just these memories of you
are always haunting me
will I will I will I ever dream
will I ever dream again?

Those spells of anger are usually followed by spells of staring or losing myself in whatever I’m supposed to be doing. A blank, unfocused gaze off in the distance, a meandering walk that has no destination, or an uncharted and unplanned moment in which I stand by the door or window simply staring outside. I’ll suddenly find myself sitting on the couch, for some indiscernible length of time, tears suddenly welling in my eyes, not sure why or where they’re coming from, trying to make some semblance of sense out of what is happening. That’s when the little things get blamed as my brain struggles to wrap itself around these messy feelings.

And it dawns on me again: this is grief. It’s not about the grand fits of weeping and wailing that once constituted grief in my eyes, it’s all the rest of it, because suddenly loss imbues all the rest of it. The struggle to make sense of it, to figure it out immediately only compounds the problem, if in fact it is a problem. Perhaps it’s just the way life will be from now on. Perhaps we all have to turn this corner, and there is no way back.

Why can’t I face these facts why
why can’t you see that I
I spoke honestly I didn’t want you gone
it’s just that I only wanted to be free
I didn’t want to be tied to anyone
I know that I was wrong

After my last therapy session, I felt good about where I was, mentally and emotionally. I’d explained how I’d been going through the grieving process for at least five years, hitting every recommended stage at one point or another, making every moment these past few months matter, and doing as well as expected for the loss of one of the only people I have known for my entire life. I felt good coming home from that appointment. Slowly, in the days that followed, I felt not-so-good. This wasn’t something that could be addressed and confronted and solved in a day or a month or a year. This wasn’t something that could be perfectly handled and compartmentalized away. There wasn’t anything neat or tidy or definitive about this, and my heart ached for the vast open-ended emptiness that sprawled so terrifyingly before me. 

And so I blame the Super Blue Moon. I blame the nonsensical notion of Mercury in apparent retrograde motion. I blame the unintentional slights, the innocent attacks, and the hapless clumsiness of people only trying to help. Mostly, though, I blame myself. 

I’m doing my best, but I’m not doing ok. 

I’ve been telling myself and others the opposite in the hope of forcing it into existence. I’ve been saying things are ok, that I’m ok, in an effort to move on and make it less uncomfortable. That doesn’t seem to be helping, or happening, and I’m putting this down here because it’s ok to say it, and it’s ok to not be ok right now. 

Somewhere back in time, I walk across wooden floorboards as a younger man, alone but fortified with the knowledge that my tribe was all still there, even if distant and far. I travel by myself, traversing miles and states and countries, because there is always a home to which I could return, a place and a set of people to whom I belong. My happiness is a result of a lack of fear and the belief that I am whole, if slightly imperfect. 

Today I’m no longer whole, and happiness is something that feels elusive and illusory.

I never thought how hard living without you could be
I guess I never knew how much of you was inside me…
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A Song for Swimming

This song for swimming isn’t for me. 

I haven’t quite decided whether to go swimming again this year. 

I haven’t been in the pool since July, since before Dad took his final turn

It hasn’t felt right to indulge in something that once brought such happiness. Not yet. 

That’s ok. There’s no need to rush, and everyone returns to living when and how they are ready. 

But there are those of you still out there trying to enjoy every last day of the summer, and for you I offer this 80’s song from some late summer long ago, back when our only worries were getting home before the June bugs swarmed and the street lights came on, back when our parents were there waiting, unconcerned and innocent, the way we all once were, the way that is no longer in existence. 

Catch my breath,
Close my eyes
Don’t believe a word.
Things she said, overheard
Something wrong inside
Hits you in a minute, Ooooo
Then you know you’re in it, aah.

It’s been a while since I’ve felt like listening to pop music, and I’m still not quite into it, not like I used to be. All these summer songs carry their memories, and I’ll keep them for another year. This summer will be seen out in relative silence. For those who want a melody to see them through, take a moment to listen to this 80’s gem. May it bring back happier times, carefree moments, childhood freedom and summer days that stretched endlessly into fields bordered by goldenrod and waving grasses, where only the edges hinted at a fall to come, at an end to the sunny innocence. 

I’ve been in love before
I’ve been in love before
The hardest part is
When you’re in it
I’ve been in love before
I’ve been in love before

As for me, I’ll listen just this once, as it brings me back to summer nights of catching fireflies in the little space they congregated at beneath the open window of my parents’ bedroom. A soapy perfume of Mom’s end-of-the-day bath would drift down into the dim night, mingling with the lingering freshness of the grass that Dad had cut earlier in the day. 

My brother and I would make homes of empty mayonnaise jars, poking holes in the covers and sprinkling a few leaves for the bugs to feast upon, then try to capture the slow-moving fireflies, emitting their bioluminescence all-too-briefly for us to have much success. I knew I didn’t really want them trapped in our glass walls anyway. It was enough just being near their glowing magic, and in the enchanted backyard of our summer childhood. 

Just one touch, just one look
A dangerous dance
One small word can make me feel
Like running away
You can’t say you’re in it, no,
Until you reach the limit

Summers were safe then, but I suppose every child thinks summers are safe, at least the lucky ones. Maybe we were just fortunate to be shielded from how unsafe some summers could be. For all the lonely terrors that would come later in life, I think if you’ve had a few safe summers when you didn’t have to worry about absolutely anything, you can make it through the more troubling times. 

Because you had those moments, you had those memories, you had the emotional access and experience of feeling safe and loved and full. When you get to feel empty and alone, as we all sooner or later do, the emptiness is there because you were once filled with all that good stuff. As upsetting as that emptiness may be, and as lonely and lost as you may feel, it’s also an echo and a reminder of how full we once were. 

How lucky we were to have those summers. 

Maybe I’ll swim again in September.

I’ve been in love before
I’ve been in love before
The hardest part is
When you’re in it
I’ve been in love before
I’ve been in love before
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Promising

Today marks Madonna’s 65th birthday, and she just announced her re-scheduled tour dates for North America, which moves my August 31 show to the lovely date of January 9, 2024. That jaunty shorts-and-sleeveless-t-shirt look I adopt for all her concerts will likely prove problematic for Boston in January so I’m not sure what I’ll do, or whether I’ll even go. She canceled outright the last time I had tix for her Madame X Tour, so I’m not completely confident she’ll show for this one. 

Anyway, of late my posts have been understandably heavy and serious, and I was trying to be a little more light-hearted with this birthday girl post, but not even Madonna has gone untouched by tragedy, and so I’m posting one of my favorite songs from her – the one that turned me into a super-fan after years of flirtatiously enjoying her music but never quite succumbing to fanaticism. That all changed when I found this song on the ‘Like A Prayer’ album

It feels like a good moment to re-examine it, and it speaks differently to me these days. Before I even knew real tragedy, I felt a kinship with it, an affinity with the darker, shadowy side of things, and as a kid I foolishly cuddled up to it, daring life to afflict me in some way, not understanding how it already was, not realizing how lucky I was just as I was robbing myself of any possible joy I might have had. 

Madonna persevered through her childhood in the aftermath of losing her mother, but she carried that loss with her at every step and turn. It’s one of the underlying layers that has always made her more than just a mainstream pop star to me, more than just a one or fifty-hit wonder. Today is her birthday, and so we honor her for still being here with us, having faced her own brush with morality recently. 

We need to cherish our icons when they’re with us, not after they’re gone. 

Happy birthday, M. 

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Artist Profile: Julian Abramo

The term ‘musical prodigy’ probably gets thrown around more than it merits, but in the case of Julian Abramo it is absolutely fitting, and still just barely captures his reservoir of talent and creative drive. At just 14 years old, he’s already released an album of original music (the glorious ‘My Bedroom‘ which somehow manages to transcend his short collection of years on this earth in scope and resonance) and started a website to capture his work

I’ve had the privilege of knowing Julian since he was born, and watching him grow into a young person from a distance (and periodic summer visits) has been a joy. It’s also been an eye-opening experience where I continue to be impressed and astounded by how he lives so completely within the realm of music – playing, composing, listening and writing all flow from his creative vision. Such artistry is beautifully embodied by his first collection of songs, which finds his original compositions performed entirely by himself on piano, keyboard, and cello ~ even employing an old organ for one piece. 

Such talent may be genetic, as he comes from two musically-gifted professors: my friends Missy and Joe. We go back many years, and lifelong friends are the best kind of friends. While they have focused on the academic aspects of music, Julian has thus far expressed his talents through performance and composition. It’s been apparent and a part of his life since before he started walking. I remember his parents telling me about how he was responding to sound and creating sound – with tapping and singing – and as he got older and better able to express himself, that inner call to a life of music got louder. 

From a very young age, Julian was performing and involved in music in ways that most adults would find challenging. Having seen firsthand how he can take a piece of music and elevate it beyond what it was, I remain in awe of his musical prowess, and the way he hears things that so many of us simply can’t. The hidden talent of many amazing musicians is the ability to listen – it’s more than just hearing a song over and over; it’s absorbing and taking in a very specific and particular cadence of notes and sounds, of aurally sensing the texture and architecture of a piece, of feeling the intent and emotion behind a musical work. More than that, it’s about how to craft a work in a world where everyone thinks we’ve heard it all before. Just when you are being lulled into the languid piano meanderings of ‘A good day’, the dissonant chords of ‘I’m bored so I watch the sunrise’ creep in to challenge and lend tension to the proceedings. 

‘My Bedroom’ has many such moments, conveying the undulating moods of life through a fourteen-year-old’s windows and walls, somehow capturing what he feels and hears and sees, then transmitting them through musical ruminations both beautiful and moving. Each song becomes something meaningful in myriad ways to different listeners, which is the wonder and magic of well-crafted music.

Julian’s own notes on the tracks of ‘My Bedroom’ are below. Listen/stream the album here, and check out all of his media links here

1. walking outside
This piece is great to kick off the album. It creates a happy, exciting, and friendly feel. It feels welcoming and sweet. The peaceful energy to this piece makes it feel as if you are walking outside on a green day. As exciting and complex as this piece sounds, it only uses one instrument, the Cello. Played by pizzicato, staccato rhythms, and legato melody and harmony lines, the cello can create a wonderful piece alone.

2. a good day
Similar to the previous piece, this one has a happy, and bright feel to it. It gives off a positive energy. The rhythmic, major piano lines give this piece energy and enthusiasm. The higher, more lighter parts give this piece character, in a way to show how it is important to appreciate the good days we have, because you never know when, or how much we get them.

3. pure city
There is nothing like a wonderful day in the city. Seeing all different kinds of people, looking at amazing buildings, and so much more. There is something in the air. Something pure, and loveful. This piano
piece represents the pureful, peaceful air in the city.

4. i’m bored so i watch the sunrise
Boredom is something that can be extremely frustrating. Not knowing what to do gets me all wound up. If I’m bored, and up early, sometimes I’ll look out my window next to my bed, and slowly watch the sunrise come to life. With patience and an open mind, it’s something so beautiful to see. The colors
slowly lighting as day starts once again. The birds come out and sing to one another. This piece represents the slow growth of the sunrise. It’s something to admire, and something to experience.

5. saturday morning
Waking up on a weekend morning to a bright sun beaming through the windows is a relaxing thought. It’s just you, in your room, not having to go anywhere. There’s a loneliness to it, but in a positive way. This piece shows that feeling of being alone, peacefully.

6. i wish to daydream
Stimulation around us can make us feel stressed, and overwhelmed. Sometimes, I wish that I could just stop, and take my mind elsewhere. In this piece, It makes you daydream, zone out, and think about your own thoughts that your brain takes you.

7. our story
There are many different people you meet in your life. Some are good, some are bad. Some
are good at first, but then it goes downhill. Whatever it may be, you share a story with them. Whether it’s over, or it is still in the making, there’s always that story or memory with you and that person. For me, this piece represents a friendly, loving story. The far away piano makes me feel lonely, but also
happy. But that doesn’t matter. It is up to you to make it feel like your own story.

8. my own party
It feels that life has a set of rules and expectations. Whether it may be how you dress, how much money you have, the color of your skin, who you love; the list goes on. It can be extremely hard to follow the rules. In this piece, I wanted to set up my own party, where I make the rules, not listening to anyone else. This piece gives a feeling of isolation, and dread. It shows how people can feel in today’s society.

9. the past’s future
I saw an old pump organ in the corner of my grandma’s den, and I wanted to check it out. It was extremely out of tune, and it made a lot of creaks, but to me, that made it even better. After years of this instrument in silence, I brang it to life. The creaks, accidentals, and out of tune notes give this piece an old feel, but also very futuristic at the same time, almost like it’s the past’s future.

10. a peaceful dream
Dreams are something so fascinating, and so unreal. No one knows what they really are. Dreams are always weird stories that never make sense. This piece creates a dreamy atmosphere, with the pitch bends, old style chord progressions, and nostalgia.

11. a distant memory
Memories. A powerful and important thing we all have. It is what shapes the purpose of our lives. Whether negative or positive, there is always beautifulness in the memories we collect. However, sometimes our brains get fogged up. We end up losing the memories we wish we could get back. Sometimes these lost memories are still partly alive. We can still remember a piece of it, just enough to keep us holding onto it. These memories are a full story that is waiting to be told, or perhaps they’re missing pages in a book. This piece represents the distant memories we partly have.

12. sunlight at midnight
Picture yourself alone in a huge cathedral with high ceilings that touch the sky. The beautiful artwork and architecture fills the room with magic. A stained glass window is shining in all different colors. In the front of the room, a huge choir is performing a peaceful, magical piece. Even though it is dark, the enchantment lights up the room. This piece is a great way to end the album in remembrance. I hope you enjoyed this album.

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Dazzler of the Day: Olivia Rodrigo

The dividing line between fans and non-fans of Olivia Rodrigo seems to meander along the wavering edge between older and younger people on my social media timelines. Those in the fandom have posted the following interesting figures:

  • She is the first person born after the year 2000 to have multiple songs debut at #1 (three in total now that “Vampire” has debuted at #1)
  • She is the only person in history to have the lead singles from each of their first 2 albums debut at number one.
  • She was the first female in history to have her first two singles from her debut album enter the chart at number one.
  • She is the youngest person to debut 3 singles at number one – ever.

For those reasons alone, she has easily earned this Dazzler of the Day

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Meet Me in the City (With Macarons)

Come on and meet me in the city
Get your courage up and take the highway down
Put on the dress you wore the night we met
You and me are going to paint this town
We’ll go wild and seize the night…

My recent trip to New York begins at the denouement, with this little box of macarons from Ladurée, brought back to my husband as a treat from the new Moynihan Rail Station. To find such beauty and deliciousness in the heart of a train station is wonder and whimsy and wildness when you least expect it (especially if you’d been entering New York through the old Penn Station for decades). This trip would mark my first time back since the winter of 2020 – right before the world imploded – and I wanted it, and needed it, to be quiet and uneventful. 

Finding the quiet and uneventful in the madness that can be New York is a challenging quest in itself, yet somehow we always manage to locate such moments, sometimes conjuring them from will and wish and whim. This was a lovely trip and it feels finely fitting to tease it with this inviting post. Decadence is there for the taking, if you dare to take it, and if escape is to be found in a box of macarons, then let us have the macarons, every last one. 

Our train departs tomorrow – get rest tonight, if you can… 

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Dazzler of the Day: Janet Jackson

This is one of those superstars whose crowning as Dazzler of the Day is anticlimactic at best, (see also Dolly Parton, Beyoncé, and Madonna) and almost insulting at worst, since it pales in comparison to the body of work that she has amassed. Janet Jackson needs no introduction, and from her quiet beginnings as the Jackson 5’s baby sister to her current reign as untouchable pop goddess, she’s created a legacy that shows no signs of tarnishing. The album that means to most to me is probably ‘janet.’, coming out as it did during my senior year of high school when some of the most indelible memories of youth were being created. That means the album is celebrating its 30th anniversary this year, and ‘That’s the Way Love Goes’. 

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Poussez My Bussy

Cuchi, cuchi and ooh la la and everything sexy Frenchie…

This is Poussez and I’m having a 70’s summer disco moment!

It is not my habit to employ many exclamation points because they are too often misconstrued, departing from what I originally intended to convey – and since that changes from point to point, with varying degrees of exclamation, it’s as much my fault as the reader’s. You are exonerated, assuming you’re still with me and reading these words. That will hopefully get harder if/when you press play on the song below. Go on, click it – you know you want to… spin us back to the disco and the dance-floor.

We need some sort of release right about now. It’s Friday – we have arrived at the front door of the weekend – and ooh, la, la let’s just get down and dirty from the very damn beginning. Since I was but a baby as the 70’s were ending their storied tacky fabulousness, I hold no memories of dancing in some ‘Saturday Night Fever’ disco ball hall, but I did my fair share of imagining, and these days that’s the safest way to participate.  

By the way, ‘Poussez’ loosely translates as ‘push’, and if you don’t know what the bussy is, well, you can look it up on your own computer. I won’t sully these pages with such gorgeous atrocities. Besides, my bussy is already all over these parts. See my Insta. See my Threads. Wait, don’t… 

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Troye Sivan & the Rush of Summer

Are you old enough to remember when Calvin Klein got into all that heat and controversy for those 70’s-inspired porn/heroin chic ads featuring super-young almost-models? Troye Sivan‘s latest video for ‘Rush’ is like one of those brilliant ads brought to magnificent life – a slice of glorious abandon and divine debauchery to match the spirit of summer. Just when you think the gays had already found their summer anthem (‘Padam, Padam’ by you-know-who) Sivan comes out with this scorcher which has an even hotter video and sound, absolutely resounding with summer vibes and sweaty nights. 

‘Rush’ unabashedly takes its name and inspiration from the well-known brand of poppers (you know – the one with the lightning bolt on it). For the bad-gay record, I’ve never tried poppers. In some ways, I’m as square as they come. For those who have, and for anyone who wants to approximate that fabled euphoria, this song and video are a way to access the high without the risk. You do you. 

{See more of Troye Sivan in this Dazzling post.}

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