Who has two thumbs and is going to see Depeche Mode?
Who has two thumbs and is going to see Depeche Mode?
Did ya miss me?
Yes, yes, I’ve been slacking on my Friday Night Strobe Lights.
So I’m here to make it up for you…really, for myself because I’m in a mood for some Bryan Ferry and Roxy Music.
This is the first song I heard by Roxy Music and I felt like I was thrust into a glamorous world of 1970s excess with hints of 60’s yesteryear and what society thought the 1980’s would be.
Does that make sense?
But Roxy Music channeled the decade prior and the decade coming with elements of their contemporaries. It just made sense. They fit, and this time was meant for them.
And again, Bryan Ferry? The amount of class this guy possesses — these kids now could learn a thing or two:
I first heard of Bryan Ferry when I watched the film “Velvet Goldmine”. I
had a nasty crush was a huge fan of Ewan McGregor’s, and I saw some of Jonathan Rhys-Meyers work, in which I developed a strong appreciation for his work. He was really a talented young fellow before he exposed the world to how he is a racist drunktard who is on permanent vacation in crazytown (it’s in the eyes! I should have known!).
If you’re unfamiliar with the film, it is loosely based on the relationship (working, and otherwise…) between Iggy Pop and David Bowie during his Ziggy Stardust era, particularly during the advent of British Glam rock. In addition, it showcased how that counterculture affected the generation of the time, specifically a young man portrayed by an even younger Christian Bale. That was his first adult role that I saw him in, from which also lead me to respect his development as an actor.
As for Roxy Music, I didn’t immediately jump right into listening to Roxy Music, but I never forgot the name. I remember hearing them on the radio a few years later by sheer accident. From that moment, I was hooked.
Anyway, I’m keeping it short tonight. Please enjoy my first and favorite track by Roxy Music (okay, top five. It’s hard to choose) :
Love Is The Drug
Yes, my friends. I am behind. I know, I know.
Can you handle a triple dose of some Friday Night Strobe Lights?
I certainly hope so.
Recently, I acquired “The Groove” through my Sirius satellite radio subscription upgrade. An upgrade that was strangely discounted when I subscribed, and then strangely increased in price within in a month.
I’m not sure either. But with a lot of bitching and moaning, I got the rate back. That’s not matter, back The Groove. It used to be an internet-only station, but now they’ve upgraded to the satellite broadcast, which is great, since Sirius was limiting on their R&B channels. They have 40 channels dedicated to classic rock music, but for some reason, the urban market is only relegated to late 50s and 60s soul, 90’s R&B, Contemporary R&B, and Hip-Hop. There was never anything dedicated to what was in between, and these artists were responsible for bridging the years between the constant evolution of rhythm & blues music.
Now it’s time to jam to a few cuts:
Starting with Shalamar, Jody Watley, Jeffrey Daniels, and Howard Hewett were all members of it before they broke off into their respective solo careers. Again, I will dedicate a post to Shalamar. One of the best trios in rhythm and blues music.
And I am ashamed to say that I never heard of the following band until I got started listening to the station. I know I’ve heard the song, if only in passing, but the groove caught me bad. And I’ve been on the hunt for some of their music.
Dynasty is a severely underrated group that of which I am eager to discover more music. Here’s another excuse to stock up on some of their vinyl cuts. “Groove Control” is the first song I heard by them:
Now, the last one — let me know if you can recognize the voice in the following video. He was a very well known back-up singer the established himself as a powerhouse in his own right:
How many of you knew that Luther Vandross was in a disco group called “Change”?
Have you missed a good rant?
Well, I hope that I can be of service this evening.
So, let me just start out by saying that I can’t stand Justin Timber
No, I’m not a hater — I think he’s overrated, and he’s also whatever is beyond a massive tool. Yes, this is from personal experience. When I was a fan. That changed after the second time that I met him (I gave him a pass the first time…).
I guess I’m one of the few red blooded women in this ENTIRE UNIVERSE that doesn’t think he shits bars of golden bullion. And I will be the first one to shout my disdain for this individual from the highest mountain tops and the deepest, most cavernous valleys (you know, for the powerful echo. Reverb is my friend). And when I found out that he’s worked with some of my favorite artists (Duran Duran, Snoop Dogg, Charlie Sexton — yes, I will even throw in The Lonely Island and Jimmy Fallon) — a little piece of my soul crumbled. Each time. Don’t get me started on his atrocious — I don’t even want to call it acting, because it’s not — should I refer to it has his constant struggle to memorize lines and “be dramatic”? (Oh, I will have a post dedicated to that little philosophy rather soon…).
He sounds like a toddler that has overdosed helium (No amount of facial hair is going to convince me that he went through puberty). Baby voices on grown men are not cute. The only person that can get away with that past 50 is El Debarge or…well, that’s about it. It is my opinion that there are several talented young artists that have more depth as a performer and musician than he. And I honestly didn’t think he was that hot while in NSync. I had a crush on him for maybe like 2.5 seconds, because I felt like I was supposed to (the perils of peer pressure) then I didn’t care again. I always thought JC had the true talent of the group…I don’t know what happened to that one.
I digress. I’ve dedicated too much text to this person. How embarrassing.
With that, I am a fan of Brooklyn bred DJ Sammy Bananas, who I was first introduced to when he opened for one of my favorite dance acts Chromeo at a concert a few years back. He was playing saxophone and spinning on the 1’s and 2’s! How sick is that?
He makes some rather smashing remixes, and this one by Timberlake called “Let The Groove Get In” is pretty sick. So much so that I have it on repeat. If i’m listening to “he who shall not be named” in any kind of repetitious play, that means I like it. A. LOT.
I’m sure if SB wasn’t involved, I wouldn’t give any kind of attention to this…
But I approve. I will give credit where credit is due, and that is, again, only because of SB’s involvement. It just works. And it’s not about him. It’s about the song, which is something that “he who shall not be named” does not do so well.
Without further ado, I present to you this Friday Night Strobe Light’s selection:
Sammy Bananas and
The Most Annoying Voice In The World Justin Timberlake “Let The Groove Get In”
And you can check out some more of his remixes HERE.
The Jones Sisters
You Gonna Make Me Love Somebody Else! If you keep on treating me the way you do…
Words to live by, ladies.
Thirty-one years ago, a one of many musical masterpieces was released.
Duran Duran’s Rio.
No, this is not turning into some Duran Duran worship blog, but it is one of the best albums of popular music ever.
In my opinion.
(Even though Seven & the Ragged Tiger probably edges out this one as my favorite of their releases from the 1980’s).
I wasn’t blogging last year, so I’m making up for the 30th anniversary by celebrating the 31st. When I took a listen to it recently, on vinyl, it sounded as fresh as the first time I heard the title track, “Hungry Like the Wolf”, “Lonely In Your Nightmare” and “Save A Prayer” as a child. I remember when my other big sis brought home their first greatest hits album Decade while on holiday from school (I pronounced it as Decayed — because
I secretly thought I was kidnapped as a baby from London the cover kind of looked like it was actually decaying. The album art always reminded me of New York, — yes, I’ve been there, as it’s practically my second home — which was, at the time, often referred to as a city that was in decay — due to the crime, the drug epidemic, and the cultural mid-life crisis that that beautiful city was experiencing. The graffiti like graphics are also responsible for formulating that notion in my head. I didn’t associate it as them having been around for ten years. Shut up, I was only 8. And that realization came only last year when I was over 20 something).
Anyway, thanks Big Sis.
I now realize that both of my sisters are responsible for my New Wave appreciation (as well as Hip-Hop and trashy 90’s European club music. Okay, it’s not trashy. I love it. Therefore, it’s not trashy). It was really because they never let me choose the music I wanted to listen to (I was supposedly a “bad child”).
Apparently, that was a punishment.
It didn’t work.
Now they always hate when I listen to it!
Whose being punished now? MUAHAHAHAHAAH (that’s supposed to be an evil laugh, just fyi).
Back to DD, recently, I took a listen to “The Chauffer” — and I never honestly much cared about the song before. However, there is just something about listening to a record, holding the lyric sleeve, and collectively taking in the music that forces you to appreciate it differently. And I personally believe that the audio quality of records are far more intimate, crisp, and extraordinary than that of a compact disc. Discs cleaned up the sound, but records captured the vibration of the instruments to the very core of the successful composition of a song. And that’s what made me appreciate “The Chauffer” more than I did before. I finally understood it and fell in love with its charming enigma, as it felt like I was hearing it for the very first time.
Everyone knows the aforementioned cuts from the album, but my favorite from it is “My Own Way.”
The Night Version.
Nope. That’s not on the original pressing.
Remember I told you how I’ve become a fan (though I prefer connoisseur in training) of the remix?
The Night Version is what DD would refer to the alternate versions of their songs. And they are just as amazing as the original cuts. I often like those more than the final release.
This is one of them.
Six and a half minutes of British funk, with a little bit of punk.
It’s worth the 15 + minute listen.
So, I promised a two-fer last week, and I failed miserably.
It was only because I got caught up in the Chic groove. How can you not love them?
Admittedly, I’ve been thinking about this Friday Night Strobe Lights post all week. I love all things disco, so it was hard for me to choose up until this moment. Peter Brown, anyone?
When I was in Los Angeles last year, I got caught up at Amoeba Music and I almost purchased that record. No, an actual record, kids. Not a cd. Something that looks like this:
But I settled for classics such as as Oscar Brown’s “Sin & Soul”, Marlena Shaw’s “The Spice of Life”, Carly Simon’s “Playing Possum”, Robert Palmer’s “Riptide” (which was poorly scratched! It looked great in-store, but when I played it –my heart sank and drifted into an unspecified amount of pieces as it skipped mercilessly over my favorite track, “I Didn’t Mean To Turn You On“) and “Clues”, Gene McDaniels “Hit After Hit”, and Drupatee’s “Mr. Bissessar”.
I’m sure you don’t know the latter, unless you are Trinidadian, of other West Indian heritage, or into classic soca. Anyway, as we proceed — and by we, I mean me — here’s Peter Brown “Do You Wanna Get Funky With Me?”
This song wasn’t on Stargazer, but I heard it today and grooved for a mighty long time.