Category Archives: POP Canons

LFR&B: Lady GaGa – “Born This Way”

… and on the fifth day GaGa unleashed the beasts, saw everything that she had famed… and behold: it was very good

February 11, 2011

SnappIt: Well look who just got a job at the electric company… bringin’ the sweatglam-seventies-borderline-aerosol-eighties club scene back with more flamboyant fervor than the lil’ tranny train that could work a runway: girl paws yes please.

#inanutshell: Just as big as before, but a more detailed, well-composed, worldly, optimistic “Bad Romance.” Very “After getting best undressed senior in high school, I went to Cal Berkeley, hung out in the Haight and now I’ve expanded my rainbow horizons.” That big sister. …. that Dennis the Menace to Madonna’s Mr. Wilson “I love you and all but, the what are you doing on my lawn – all the tick-tock time?!”

140 or less: Merry Neo-Disco Christmas! Open your heart, enjoy the holiday; don’t be drag, be a queen – and lay off the dirty ice cream

Verdict: Two Snapps A Whirl A Twirl and Circle Around

It’s a wrap; somewhere, Ronald Reagan is crying on Basquiat’s shoulder #postpostdiscodemonic #allsmileshere This is what some would call a “Game Changer,” this is what lil’ monsters would refer to as a “GaGameChanger” – before underwriting “AND IT WAS BORN THIS WAY, BABY!” for a quick fix good measure – either way, this matters. She’s been saying it all year, but it’s a bit different when it happens.

“Ugh swiper… but how does it soundddddd – what does it all meannnnn?”

Let’s find out together, shall we…

Britney Tweets 2007: Ep. 1

if… IF I were to blinkk this I would probably say…

because if ifs and ands were pots and pans there’d be no betta work for tinker’s hands, because pink wigs birthed millennial whiplash, because it’s the rhyme behind seasonal reason, because you’re not B and will never see it her way… because Britney didn’t have Twitter in 2007, because the traphaus was birthed in the wake of Kevin, because Miss Spears will remain the bad bxxch you’ll never know, because they shouldn’t have let her blackout the ‘net #work: nouveau decided to put on a show #luckystarswipgolden

because she continues to be the original doll

britney-spears-twitter-art-nouveau-magazine-together

 

What If Britney Spears Had Twitter in 2007?  #QuestionsThatThusAnswers

 

Screen Shot 2014-08-05 at 4.04.25 PM

Screen Shot 2014-08-05 at 4.03.21 PMScreen Shot 2014-08-05 at 4.42.40 PM

Continue reading Britney Tweets 2007: Ep. 1

#andscene: ep. 2.17.27

mood: the standard sunrise with #sbstn

ring: warm smell of colitas rising up through the air. up ahead in the distance, i saw a shimmering light … welcome to the hotel california… such a lovely place, such a lovely face, plenty of room at the hotel california… any time of year, you can find it here…


Continue reading #andscene: ep. 2.17.27

re:verse : “The Siege of the Warwick” – Edie Sedgwick

I guess I should call this, “The Siege of The Warwick…”

but, left alone with a substantial supply of speed I forgot that I was heavily addicted to barbiturates and I started having strange compulsive behavior.

This was after I was done, well, I was shooting up every half hour, every twenty minutes on the half hour, thinking with each fresh shot I’d knock this nonsense out of my system, this physical disability I began to notice, namely convulsions, which lasted eight hours, during which I entertained myself while hanging on to, head down, hanging on to the bathroom sink, with my hind foot stomped against the drawer, trying to hold myself steady enough so I wouldn’t crack my stupid skull open.

Continue reading re:verse : “The Siege of the Warwick” – Edie Sedgwick

#andscene: ep. 1.4.27

mood: romantic naturalism, #savagebeauty.

ring: there was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy… they say he wandered very far, very far, over land and sea… a little shy, and sad of eyes, but very wise was he… and then one day, one #magic day, he passed my way… and while we spoke of many things, fools and #kings, this he said to me: ‘the greatest thing, you’ll ever learn, is just to #love… and be loved in return…’

Continue reading #andscene: ep. 1.4.27

re:mind : on brief behalf of Pop music

In a brief defense of Pop music, I would just like to say…

Pop music is here to elevate you. Pop music exists to channel transcendence. Pop music is not relegated to a single frame of performance or musicality. Pop music is the amalgam of experiential sonic rhythm, crafted and delivered for and to the contemporary body. Pop music is founded upon Pop musicians.

The contemporary is inundated with “new” media. The contemporary is a global marketplace. The contemporary is spectacular. Pop musicians, as such, are here to reciprocate and satiate said contemporary. The contemporary is a stage, the contemporary are performers – the audience are exhibitionist voyeurs and the actors are voyeur exhibitionists, we’re all in this Factory frame together.

And so, we dance, we sing, we get up, we do our thing, we put on a show tonight, do whatever the collective they like – for the fame, so they see our face and know our name. So, know this space. Know that the ones in the brightest lights push hardest in the darkest nights, know that the ones who do it endlessly – the ones who first trigger the reflexive ennui – do it for you.

20157_261743109026_4276577_n

Never Be Low Brow: Pop Canons.

Continue reading re:mind : on brief behalf of Pop music

my-fi: ep. “swiper”

I’m an interesting one, like many. I love and live my music. Music is the score of said life. So, a playlist sonic biography of the slightly younger, significantly wiser self.  Mood music … immune muses … Just a spin in the soundtrack of swipe’s life… Enjoi.

I see in sounds: my selfie is a soundtrack.

The (S)tar Spangled Banner – Whitney Houston [1991]

Pledge allegiance. The dawn, the genesis. Born stellar.

(W)ho Do You Think You Are – Spice Girls [1996]

When this launched, who did I think I was… who did I perceive myself to be… well, I was a bouncing Baltimore baby, the charmed second, bite-sized cerebral stellar body in orbital training, traversing the globe from within the four walls of my elementary boudoir. Reach up, maintain soul, get down, claim control… move, swing, shake, for life, for lyric, for rhyme, or reason (whichever’s in season): a la mode, a la monarchy, nine years young, forever the groovy one… cheers.
Continue reading my-fi: ep. “swiper”