Author: Captain Capm (Page 77 of 118)

Trollin’ for sex in the parks George Michael style


“I’m never gonna dance again!”

Oh, that George Michael. His poor long term partner Kenny Goss must have felt completely at a loss when Michael was caught grooving with a jobless 58 year old van driver.

Said the man,

“OK, I admit I was there for sex. But I’m astonished a man as famous as George should even think about doing it. It’s potentially so dangerous.”

And then George replied,

“Are you gay? No? Then fuck off! This is my culture!”

Then he claimed: “I’m not doing anything illegal. The police don’t even come up here any more.

“I’m a free man, I can do whatever I want. I’m not harming anyone.”

Indeed, George, you just got this poor van driver some much needed attention.

For the longest time

The Streets are set to unveil a 20-minute video for an upcoming tune. Apparently this will set a new record. But if I’m not mistaken, I’m pretty sure David Bowie’s full-length clip for “Blue Jean” is even longer than that. Unless, of course, it’s not considered a “video,” but rather a “short film.” I’ll have to go watch the thing again and see, or just take the lazy man’s way out and look it up online…

Yep, I was right…according to the song’s Wikipedia entry,

Following the huge commercial success of Bowie’s previous album, Let’s Dance, its singles and the Serious Moonlight Tour, “Blue Jean” was launched with massive promotion. Julien Temple was engaged to direct a 21-minute short film to promote the song, Jazzin’ for Blue Jean. The song performance segment from this was also used as a more conventional music video.

21 minutes, people! The Streets will not be setting the new record. All bow to King Bowie.

NOW that’s what I call a number one!

Man, I wish K-Tel were still cranking out hit collections. I’ve just never been able to get into the NOW That’s What I Call Music! sets. But hey, enough people love ’em enough – so much so that the newest entry, number 22, debuted at number one. And this isn’t a first, friends. No, this is the eighth time this has happened.

This doesn’t cause me to give pause to the state of popular music and what people buy these days, but it does make me ponder upon the future of the album as concept. It seems the days of folks picking and choosing their songs instead of sitting and grooving to whole albums are near. Mp3 files taking over CDs and all that good stuff. But hey, it’s really nothing to fret about, lest we forget that time pre-mid-’60s when The Beatles, et al made album listening a Thing, and everyone was mostly grooving to singles. So consider it a step back as well as a step forward. Instead of vinyl, you’ve got plastic discs, or strings of 1s and 0s happily blasting forth the tunes.

Call me crazy, but I do foresee a time maybe not so far off when the CD becomes a dinosaur and digital files are the new 45. It’s an iPod nation, people. And I’m a 60 gigger myself.

Lonely Boy caught with devil weed

Joey Garza of Los Lonely Boys was arrested yesterday for possession of mary jane. More than two ounces, kids. This just goes to show that you really need to know where to hide your stash. Garza was also hit with an assault causing bodily injury charge after having some altercation with a woman in a hotel room.

Hey, he’s a lonely boy, give him a break! And now cue up “Lonely Boy” by Andrew Gold in tribute to his arrest, won’t you?

32 worst song lyrics of all time

Lots of fun to be had here, kiddies. The Phoenix has come up with a list of 32 of the worst song lyrics of all time. This could not have been any simple task, but I applaud them for throwing in LFO’s “Summer Girls” (which, by the way, is also available in fantastic sarcastic cover version by yours truly). Actually, you could have thrown all of LFO’s songs in there, as they had to have written then book on bad lyrics. I’m also happy to see Train’s “Drops of Jupiter” make it in there. That song is a pure migraine any time I hear it.

One of my own personal additions to the list would have been Billy Joel’s “You’re My Home” from his Piano Man LP. Now, I love Billy, but this song has always made me gag, not just for the cornball faux country nature of the tune, but also for such godawful lyrics as “You’re my castle, you’re my cabin and my instant pleasure dome / I need you in my house ’cause you’re my home”. It’s nice to know Billy got better at writing those love songs.

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