Saturday, October 31, 2015

Nicole Kidman

Vogue August 2015
Isn't she lovely.

A very long time ago when I first met my now brother-in-law, he told me that I reminded him of Nicole Kidman.  It was one of the kindest compliments that I've ever received.

One of the things that I like best about her is for the fact that when she is asked of her marriage to Tom Cruise, she says very little except to say that she loved him and spent many, good years together. And for the sake of her children that she and Cruise adopted, she won't comment on Scientology either.

She's grace.

Saturday, October 24, 2015


Adele's new single from her forthcoming album, "25," dropped 
Friday. She is amazaballs. Her voice is like budda.

Thursday, October 22, 2015

I'm a Belieber

A random picture of the Biebs and Skrillex
Oh sure! Hate me, but I can't help myself. And I could have chosen a cheesy-ass photograph of him in his Calvin Klein's; instead, here is a photograph with what was an entree into the world of Mr. Justin Bieber (barf, right?!): Skrillex.

Reading Rolling Stone last spring in an interview with Skrillex, I discovered that he is quite a fan of the Biebs. Apparently, he is the best drummer, the best skateboarder, the best basketball player (for a Canadian), and a halfway decent singer. I was shocked by the accolades. Really? Is the punk that I have grilled anytime anyone every mentioned him and his 'baby, baby, baby, ooh?' a rock star? I admire me some Skrillex, so I took a walk and checked it out.

First, I watched the Biebs, this is how I prefer to address him, on Jimmy Fallon. The interview was what it was, but what caught my attention was when he did a drum off with the drummer from the Roots. Of course, the Biebs won, but he could slap some skins. Man. I had no idea. It also came up that he had a number one summer hit with Skrillex. Hm, did I miss something? Well, it was summer, and I wasn't listening to the radio in the car like I do when I work. It is quite possible that I missed the duo's number one, top of the ITunes charts in 50 bazillion countries, amazing hit. I made a note to check it out, for sure!

Next on my my odyssey of the teenage girls' daydreams, I happened across the Biebs on the James Corden show in the bit that has James driving around, listening to the radio, and singing along to that guest's tunes. I love James Corden. He should be my boyfriend and not someone else's husband. Whatever. The Biebs was way cool as he bobbed along to his own songs. There was something sort of endearing about him. It was as if he was almost ... dare I say ... bashful?

On to ITunes. I downloaded Skrillex and Diplo's "Where Are You Now" featuring the Biebs  and his latest, "What Do You Mean." I made a micro CD of the two songs to play in the car, and I CANNOT stop listening to them. They are infectious, and "What Do You Mean" is particularly buoyant. I could levitate, forget dancing, to that song. Who knew? Repeat, repeat, repeat.

So yeah, I'm a Belieber. And anyone can razz me as much as they want for it. I'll just put the needle on the record and turn up the volume. It's all good.

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Keith Richards

Four things, aside from his wicked guitar playing and chain smoking, stood out most to me in Netflix's documentary of Keith Richards "Under the Influence." His laugh and easy smile, and his old man hands.

The laugh and the smile is one with the other. The man is amused. He smiles about the past, giggles after a riff, and the lines on his face deepen in front of our eyes for it. He's a magician with that ability to find joy in everything that he's experienced. On the other side of the learning curve, he's found grace.

Process is so much more interesting to me than end product. And in this documentary, we are allowed a glimpse of the music and friendships that have made the man. This is not a Rolling Stone retrospective. Mick, Ronnie, Charlie, and the others are there in a peripheral vision, but this is Ketith's gig. Oh sure, the one isn't as remarkable as the whole, and you may think that it's time to get up to get another beer or go to the bathroom like you'd do during a Stones concert when Keith sings his little ditty, but don't. This song you've gotten listen to.

It's hard to talk about "Under the Influence" and not tell to much. I'll leave it to this. It is worth the time to wait on a friend to tell it for you.