Greg Tate on MJ

1 07 2009

To my taste, Tate’s essay is the best of the bunch. I really do wish MJ could respond–Martin Bashir may think he got a look inside the man, but I think Tate’s questions are more searing, and more important:

Real Soul Men eat self-destruction, chased by catastrophic forces from birth and then set upon by the hounds of hell the moment someone pays them cash-money for using the voice of God to sing about secular adult passion. If you can find a more freakish litany of figures who have suffered more freakishly disastrous demises and career denouements than the Black American Soul Man, I’ll pay you cash-money. Go down the line: Robert Johnson, Louis Jordan, Johnny Ace, Little Willie John, Frankie Lymon, Sam Cooke, James Carr, Otis Redding, Jimi Hendrix, Al Green, Teddy Pendergrass, Marvin Gaye, Curtis Mayfield. You name it, they have been smacked down by it: guns, planes, cars, drugs, grits, lighting rigs, shoe polish, asphyxiation by vomit, electrocution, enervation, incarceration, their own death-dealing preacher-daddy. A few, like Isaac Hayes, get to slowly rust before they grow old. A select few, like Sly, prove too slick and elusive for the tide of the River Styx, despite giddy years mocking death with self-sabotage and self-abuse.





Yay Dad!

30 06 2009

Message from Fr. Shanley to PC Community – Hugh Lena appointed Provost

I am pleased to announce that, effective July 1, 2009, Dr. Hugh Lena will serve Providence College as Provost and Vice President of Academic Affairs. This expanded title designation is an outcome of both Dr. Lena’s outstanding service and leadership in academic affairs, and the College’s decision to re-organize its academic structure into four distinct schools. The position of provost is found at many of our cohort institutions and reflects Providence College’s determination to promote the highest standards of academic achievement.

Please join me in thanking Dr. Lena for his unwavering commitment to advance academic rigor at Providence College, and in extending best wishes for continued success.





From the vault

29 06 2009

Won’t be everyone’s speed, but for the lovers…here’s Jimi playing Newport in 1969.





RIP Iz

29 06 2009

Famous NYC Graffiti artist Iz the Wiz has died.  I love seeing the Times obit, although this caught me off-guard:

The displays enjoyed surprising longevity in the days before the Metropolitan Transportation Authority began cracking down on graffiti. Elaborately painted cars could run for months or even years. Artists would often gather at certain stations to watch their work and keep an eye on the competition, much like their counterparts did in 15th-century Florence.

There’s no further explanation.  Did Florence have subway cars?





Good morning, sunshine.

29 06 2009

P.S. 22, I love you.  Have a great summer.





Kaddish

27 06 2009

Update: Jason King: “In the end, wanting to be neither/nor means you can end up being nothing to anybody, and that is the recipe for an alienated, lonely life. No pop star in history, with the exception of Madonna, has ever been so open or willing to completely reinvent themselves over the course of their career in the public eye. But Madonna managed to commit to her identity reinventions without ever fully inhabiting any one for any length of time. She also seemed to understand that at the end of the day, some semblance of normalcy is desirable. Jackson did not. That Jackson used his body, not always his art, as a canvas to effect his transformation is what is ultimately so disturbing and fascinating about his career.”

Shamelessly biting (but citing!) Oliver Wang’s list of great writing on the death of MJ:

Mark Anthony Neal: “That boy spent a lifetime seeking a meaningful freedom, perhaps from the tyranny of family, but later from the tyranny of celebrity. And yeah perhaps Mr. Presley, Ms. Monroe and those four British mop-tops could relate, but when that young boy was hitting his half half of them were dead—and they never had to deal with MTV and 24-hour cable networks in their prime.”

Hua Hsu: “Jackson was one of the last figures of our time who could, in his very presence, describe the possibilities of pop. He wasn’t just the King–he was the entire domain, the rules and regulations, the dream-horizon of the citizenry, the place where the land met the heavens. Jackson was one of the first (and last) artists whose new videos, tours and albums were actual, global events…This was the cultural history of the pre-digital age: simultaneity, mass worship, millions sitting in front of their TVs at the exact same moment. (The closest analogue now: millions around the world, sitting in front of their computers, carefully recomposing Michael’s Wikipedia entry the moments after his death was made official.)”

Jeff Chang: “Long before anyone could read into Michael Jackson’s cubist, etiolated face a work of performance art, the wounds of internalized racism, or the excess of boredom and wealth, all those things that would make us either look away or gawk, there was his voice…And for that voice, he lost his childhood. Or more precisely, he gave it to us. Many of his most affecting performances were about distance and displacement, the desire to be somewhere else, the inability to return to a lost past”

Ann Powers: “I remember the inner sleeve of the Jackson 5’s 1971 release “Maybe Tomorrow,” one of the very first vinyl records I ever purchased. It was full of pictures of the brothers, their Afros shaped into hearts, their boyhood turned into a charm suitable for sticking onto a schoolgirl’s notebook. In reality, Jackson was a black steel-mill operator’s son from Indiana, no one a white accountant’s daughter from Seattle would have ever met. The teen idol machine turned him into a dream friend that any girl or boy could have.”

Ta-Nehisi Coates: “I remember when this came out, and all the kids who’d been lucky enough to stay up and see Friday Night Videos came to school bragging about it. You couldn’t get cable in Baltimore back then. Fools were like, “Yo, every time he took a step the stones would glow! And then when he went invisible the stones kept glowing!!” We thought Mike could save us all. We hadn’t heard BDP yet.”

Ernest Hardy: “He was Blackness and maleness, soul music and pop culture, all forged pre-hip-hop, pre-Reagan, pre-crack, pre the implosion of short-lived Civil Rights-era idealism and hope. That’s an incalculably important point to understand the thick strands of optimism, possibility, aesthetic & political vision that ran through his work. And that makes the darkness and paranoia that marbled so much of his later work all the more heartbreaking, especially as it roughly paralleled the shifting tenor of the times. He never lost his humanitarian streak or his belief in the overall goodness of humanity, but the evolution of his own relationship to the world and his feelings about how he was treated darkened noticeably.”





Perspectives on MJ

27 06 2009




Is this the 3rd, or the 4th seal?

26 06 2009

Apparently, “Hurricane Chris” was invited by the Louisiana House of Representatives to perform his song, “Halle Berry (She’s So Fine)”.  Chris will explain at the start of the clip that “Halle Berry” is really a stand-in for any woman who feels like she looks good (you know, even if she don’t).  Because confidence is what matters.  The kind of confidence that convinced you it was a good idea to step into that suit and tie and rock that podium.  Don’t you wish that pretty lady in green would suddenly bust out like her car payment was due?  Then I’d be sure the Apocalypse was neigh.





Bring your gun to church day: the pride of American Christians

26 06 2009

“God and guns were part of the foundation of this country,” Mr. Pagano, 49, said Wednesday in the small brick Assembly of God church, where a large wooden cross hung over the altar and two American flags jutted from side walls. “I don’t see any contradiction in this. Not every Christian denomination is pacifist.”

The bring-your-gun-to-church day, which will include a $1 raffle of a handgun, firearms safety lessons and a picnic, is another sign that the gun culture in the United States is thriving despite, or perhaps because of, President Obama’s election in November.

I wish, wish, wish this were a joke.





A thousand layers of awesome

25 06 2009