Who Wore It Better? The Extremely Dangerous Hair Ed.


Peter Jurasik as Londo Mollari of Babylon 5




Patti LaBelle of the entire portion of her 1980’s music career. With the exception of “On My Own”. They didn’t want the San Francisco winds to whisk her away. Not worth the insurance liability.


The Only Thing That Helps Me Pass The Time Away, Is Knowing I’ll Be Back At Echo Beach Someday…


Are you mad?

I hope not. I know, I’ve abandoned you (the one person that reads this blog — two if you count my other sister — and if there are more than who I think reads it — yes, that includes you, too — Yay. Welcome back. Feel free to leave comments).

The past two months have not been full of adventure or anything grandiose. So, there goes my excuse for my absence. It’s all been challenging, introspective, and just mighty frustrating. Thank God for gummi bears because these little fellas have been getting me through (I can’t afford booze. Well, the fancy kind that comes in a box with a spout).

I started a new job that has its own set of challenges that I thought I would have escaped (at least temporarily) from the ones that were emotionally and mentally plaguing at my previous job. Now, it’s just fresh dramz that I never expected.

It’s to the extent where two co-workers are not talking to each other because of an issue that deals with coupon hoarding.



It’s like Team (insert name here) or Team (insert name here). And people are trying to mark territory on the new girl (that’s me).

I didn’t sign up for this. Well, I did — but you know what I mean.

Not to mention my commute is an hour (both ways) — so the extra money I am making is now being spent on fuel.

And then there’s the people. THE PEOPLE. The rude ass people that think I’m their personal assistant. A personal assistant who is not on any kind of monetary retainer that is associated with them.

Then there’s the Rain Prancer.

You read that correctly. Rain Prancer. He offered to do a rain dance for me…when it was raining. He is also blind, but manages to ride a bike and assault cars with his cane to those that aren’t “sharing the road” .

He looks at dirty pictures of himself on Facebook, but doesn’t know how to print.

Remember how I said he was blind?


This is my life.

On top of that, a very close family member passed away, and yes — that godforsaken trial in Sanford, Florida did take an emotional toll. So much so that I lost two people who I considered friends over it. Maybe more, but they haven’t said anything (to my face — as yet) that rings to the sentiment that every black person in this world gets what they deserve because of how they “are.”


I was told that.

So while I was supposed to be writing my godfather’s eulogy, I was dealing with people telling me that I wasn’t worth shit, and I deserve the treatment and the discrimination that happens because of the fault of others.

That’s like me saying I am given the right to hate every white person in the world because of the racism that I’ve encountered. Oh, and because there are white people in the KKK. So that’s your fault and I hate you for it. But I don’t. Because I know not everyone white person in this world is racist.

However, all black people in America are thugs, rapists, murderers, and thieves.

Each and everyone one of us down to our core.

So, needless to say, I’ve not had the mood to blog. However, I am hoping that will change soon.

On my hour drive home today, I heard one of my favorite songs.

When I first heard it, though I was only in my early teens, I knew that I’d experience this feeling and this life for a time in my life. I just never thought it would be as long as it has been. And now, this is my life. I’m not sure how I feel about that.

From 9 to 5 I have to spend my time at work.

My job is very boring, I’m an office clerk.

The only thing that helps me pass the time away,

Is knowing I’ll be back at Echo Beach someday.

However, I have no Echo Beach. However, I’m expecting my Echo Beach to be more than a beach and a memory, which is a fruition, realization, an actualization of my goals. My dreams. Happiness.

If it feels like a permanent vacation, then I know I’m doing the right thing.

I hope that comes true.

*ha. Posted the wrong link earlier. Though I will be posting The Dead Milkmen at some point in the future.

Love Is The Drug, And I Need To Score

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?

I’m tired.

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:

Bryan Ferry

Bryan Ferry

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!).


Stare so hard, I feel like that muthaeffers trying to find me! That shi- cray.

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

We’re Gonna Set Fire To The Whole Damn World

You’re getting another triple shot of the Saturday Night Safety Dance.

Marc Almond.

What can I say?

Another underrated vocalist and lyricist. He was always a smart lyricist, but “Tainted Love” did not show his prowess as a singer. Almond does these amazing things with his voice that I am unable to explain. He’s torchy, chantuese-y, but channels the soul, jazz, and a bit of country (in regards to his duet with Gene Pitney – “Something’s Got A Hold of My Heart”) music influence that is very apparent in his styling. You can dance and have intelligent thoughts running through your head with his tunes. That doesn’t happen much in today’s music anymore. 😦

Bronski Beat – no no one can ever replace Jimmy Sommerville, his voice was also too damn distinctive and paired gorgeously with their music. But when Sommerville left to form The Communards, that left a perfectly fit space for the beast that is John Foster to step in and take reign.

Another one of my favorites:

Now, over the years, OMD (also known as Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark) has become increasingly one of my favorite New Wave acts of all time. Seriously. I was disappointed in myself that I was completely unaware of their contributions to music (except for the whole Atomic Kitten phase. Andy, I forgive you for that). I’ve been trying to figure out how I could feature them into a post for the longest, and now it seems like the right time. Everyone knows ‘The Pretty In Pink’ song, “If You Leave” — but they had a slew of other hits. Not as much stateside, but they’ve got a massive following. And their new album (yes, they’re still releasing music) “Metroland” is nothing but synth-pop goodness.

This isn’t from Metroland, though I encourage you to take a listen — one of my favorite cuts from them:

Blue Lights In the Basement

Blue Lights In The Basement is a radio program that aired every Saturday night in Atlanta on the local R&B station. They featured popular rhythm and blues cuts from the late 70s and early 80s, lots of funk, go-go, and everything in between.

I’m starting to think maybe I should start another blog dedicated to this…yes? no? I’m thinking yes. There are too many great musical acts to discuss in this world betwixt the rants of my everyday life. Plus, I can feature some of my most cherished vinyl, oldies and goodies, as well as new acquisitions. Don’t worry, I will also include rants on crappy music, too. Rants are fun. You can never have enough.

So, let’s expect a secondary blog in the near future. (I hate that phrase near future. It’s either near or not — but yes, I used it. Don’t judge me.).

This week, I was getting a playlist together for a party that I’m attending. One thing I can’t stand is going to a party that has NO MUSIC. The silence life-threatening. And it forces you to actually listen what could quite possibly be a rather banal, one-sided conversation, or an unfortunate attempt to flirt with someone that has no interest…or could be spiraling into a flamed-out disaster. Your pick.

Anyway, whenever I throw together a playlist, I always like to include some throwback jams, contemporary tunes, and everything in between. But, basically, anything that will get people moving and grooving on the dancefloor (or backyard kicking up dirt). Just when I thought I finished the hours long playlist, I forgot to add one of my favorite songs! I had to go back and start all over again. The order of tunes is a serious thing. The song was “I’ll Be Good” by Rene and Angela. Now, I could have just settled for the track that I already added that sampled the song (<——you’re supposed to click on that) but I just didn’t feel right!

Angela Winbush is another favorite artist of mine who does not get the credit she so rightfully deserves. They do not make ’em like her anymore. These are the vocalists that these kids should be looking up to, in my opinion. But what do I know?

(Shhh, don’t tell, but EVERYTHING)

She started out  in the 1980s with another vocalist named Rene (“Crazy Eyes” Moore. He never included the crazy eyes bit in his moniker, but he does have ’em) as part of a duo appropriately dubbed ‘Rene and Angela’.

Rene "Crazy Eyes" Moore and Angela Winbush

Rene “Crazy Eyes” Moore and Angela Winbush

They spawned a number of hits such as “You Don’t Have To Cry”, “Angel”, and “Your Smile” — a lot of them were ballads, but the one that got me was “I’ll Be Good” — and they were.


#keepjammin #keepdancin

Friday Night Strobe Lights, May 31st/June 7th

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”?




Before There Was Adele…

There was Alf.

No, not this Alf:


How was I not afraid of Alf, but extremely terrified of Gizmo from “Gremlins”?

This one —


Alison Moyet

better known as Alison Moyet.

And in my opinion, she does it better.

No disrespect to Adele, but I honestly believe there would be no Adele if there was no Alison Moyet.

I knew about Moyet’s group with Vince Clarke  (member of the early incarnation of Depeche Mode), Yazoo (or Yaz, as they were known in the States), way before Adele was put on the map. They also existed before she was even considered a fetus. And the more I listened to their music, as well as her solo work (“Invisible” is the penultimate New Wave ballad <———– click ‘n listen) the more confused I was as to why she is not more well known. I’d be terribly surprised if Ms. Adkins did not cite her as an influence. Everything about them is too similar. I like to give credit where credit is due, and I don’t think Moyet gets the respect that she deserves.

She’s just released a new album this past month titled “the minutes” — and the single “When I Was Your Girl” is the first single she’s released in nearly six years. Do yourself a favor and check it out. She sounds just as good and is just as rich — evolving how a singer should.

Tonight’s Saturday Night Safety Dance selection features a double shot of Yazoo. “Don’t Go”, which is the very first song I heard by the duo:

And secondly, my favorite by them “State Farm”

Sammy Bananas!

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 Timberfakelake.

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?

DJ Sammy Bananas

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.