…luscious 80s soul that makes me feel rich and elegant, even if I’m wearing no makeup and PJs bought from the thrift store.
It’s Throwback Thursday, and like I did last year, here are some things that will reach its Silver Jubilee this year that I enjoyed when they first came out. Pass me a bag of Werthers and my Bonne Bell Lip Smackers as I pay remembrance of fun things past.
–Spice Girls mania! Platform shoes and mindlessly chanting “girl power”–it was fun to be a teen then. Well, until you did P.E. in said platform shoes; then it sucked. How I survived running laps in shoes Baby Spice would’ve approved is beyond me.
–one word: MMMBop
–two words: Da Dip
–three words: Encore Une Fois
–four words: Gettin’ Jiggy With It
(and, look, no autotune in any of those songs)
—Giga Pets. I was the proud owner of a few. I occasionally get awful flashbacks of seeing my pet get its angel wings when I least expected it. I swear, I took care of my tech fur babies and never neglected them!
–the debut of King Of The Hill, I tell ya hwat
—Buffy The Vampire Slayer!!! And the rise of fierce, kick-ass female characters on TV (Buffy, Xena, and eventually Dark Angel, Alias, and, yes, the OG Powerpuff Girls). Incels be damned.
—South Park, which also debuted in ’97
–Mariah’s Butterfly album
–Erykah Badu’s Baduizm album (which spawned a brief period of me imitating her with towels wrapped atop my head and body while I badly sung her songs)
–and the following albums: Supa Dupa Fly, The Velvet Rope, The Fat Of The Land, Middle Of Nowhere, Wyclef Jean Presents The Carnival, No Way Out, Share My World, and, of course, Spice World!
–Cover Girl makeup and that unforgettable Noxzema smell from their “Clean” makeup. 1997 was the year I first got into makeup, and thanks to those ads with Niki Taylor and Tyra Banks, I wanted to be easy, breezy, and beautiful. I grew up to be just easy.
–these bad girls:
Tropical Punch and Bubble Gum were my true besties that year.
–Clinique’s Happy, which also debuted in ’97
–Body Fantasies body sprays. Raspberry and Pear were my jams, and, along with Clinique’s Happy, were smells that quickly take me back to junior high. Why those scents got discontinued and got replaced by what-dats like “Twilight Mist” (huh?) and “Romance & Dreams” (wha?!) is a major disservice to us olds who just want to relive our youth through cheap body sprays!
–these movies: Men In Black, Good Burger, Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery, I Know What You Did Last Summer, George Of The Jungle, Anastasia, Scream 2, and the underrated cinematic masterpiece known as Beverly Hills Ninja!
–that one time a student in my 8th grade class got a bootleg of Titanic and showed it to us during free period. I didn’t get the movie’s hype at the time and I wasn’t into Leo DiCaprio like almost all the other girls were back then.
–shopping at Mervyn’s so I can get the latest pair of ellemeno super flares. By the way, all that hype over Gen Z “bringing back bell-bottoms” needs to cease completely. Their Gen-X parents and us old millenials first brought them back in the 90s, and when we were wearing them, it was a far less polarizing time. Unlike, you know, now.
So much good good that happened in ’97, and I can’t post ’em all here. But I can say happy belated birthday to this fun megamix from Wild 107.7, broadcasted 25 years ago this month. I listened to a lot of Wild 107.7 (which moved to 94.9FM in ’97, I think) back then, so maybe I heard all this when it originally played. Or maybe not. Oh, who cares–just party!
Because I needed some balm for my eyes and ears after yesterday’s post, today shall be all about mah idol (and today’s born day queen), Christina Aguilera! After listening to a couple new songs from her, it must be said: no matter what decade it is, whether it’s the 90s…
or even the 2020s…
…she keeps ruling!
Also, red hair so suits her. If only she kept it. Come back to the red side, Xtina!
In honor of Brit-Brit’s 40th born day today, I shall wear my finest low-rise bottoms and gorge on cheetos and frappuccinos while lip-syncing to four of my favorite songs of hers!
It’s autotuned to hell and back, but it’s not gonna stop me from wanting this played at my wake.
When I first saw the song title, I, like many many others, was wondering who was “Amy.” I think it took a few listens of this anthem for bisexuals (yes it is!) to find out what she was really talking about. It’s more clever than using acronyms or numbers.
Who says she can’t do mellow out songs? Also, that music video! Brit’s never looked more naturally gorgeous than she does in that vid.
“Stronger” could very well be her strongest song lyrics-wise. Of course, the song has gained new meaning since being freed from her conservatorship last month, but who hasn’t turned to this song when in need of some empowerment?
This is trivial shit, but 1) what else do you expect from me, and 2) anything to take my mind away from this country’s broken AF judicial system.
I should be glad that I get to actually relive the 2000s again, albeit for a hot minute, since Britney chose to dust off the cobwebs and restart the media-driven feud (let’s call it what it is) with Christina with her post above. But I’m not and for a few reasons. Did Brit-Brit (assuming she wrote that post) really have to go down that route? Did she ever see the support Christina gave her while she was under
slavery her conservatorship this summer? And does she not know that Christina was pressed for time on the red carpet and thus could only say as much as she could? It’s not like she was doing a sit-down interview with Kelly Clarkson.
I realize Britney is just coming off that conservatorship and is adjusting to living life her way again. But! Someone needs to tell her that it’s not the 2000s anymore when online users were unable to pull the receipts that disprove her claims, and when it was de rigueur for the media to tear down Christina for breathing. *waves at all the media outlets who called her “trash” and a “skank” during her Stripped days while, at the same time, they treated Britney with kid gloves when she took up smoking and hooked up with Fred Durst (whyyyyy) and former HoWood superslut Colin Farrell* Besides, if there’s one person that Britney should aim her wrath at (besides her dad, the rest of her family, and that despicable ex-manager of hers), it should be Justin Timberfake. From “Cry Me A River” to being an overall douche, I just wanna see her kick his ass.
…the funky stylings of soul music legend Roy Ayers, whose birthday is today! The “Jackie Brown” soundtrack first introduced me to his music, and his 70s jams remain some of my most often-played tracks.
And, of course, this timeless classic…
Music heads can bring up Marvin Gaye, Al Green, and Stevie Wonder as icons of 70s soul, but to forget Roy Ayers on that list would be criminal!
(Note: I wrote most of this Monday afternoon, especially the first paragraph.)
I’m still kind of worn out from all the walking and dancing I did yesterday at the San Jose Jazz Festival, and I’m also coming out of a churro daze (I made churros for dessert and they were scrump-diddly-umptious). So if this post reads like someone coming off a hash bender wrote it, my lingering lethargy is the reason why. (“Oh, but isn’t that how you normally write?”–you)
Seen from the entrance of the festival.
Prior to getting there, I faced a few minor setbacks. I almost forgot my hand sanitizer at home. I made the very-Mensa move by buying my lawn chair the day of the festival. And only the expensive ones were in-stock at Target. (Oh, and I didn’t bother using the chair in the end. Easy return, I guess.) When I arrived in SJ, I couldn’t find the parking area where I made a parking reservation at. It was only until I settled for street parking that things started to look up. For one, street parking in downtown SJ is free on Sundays, and I parked just a block away from the main festivities!
Some of the artwork spotted at the event. That’s supposed to be Kobe but he’s got his afro from his #8 jersey days and the face is giving me drunk Will Smith with corny B-movie villain eyebrows.
Views of the main stage while some event goers jam to the music.
Performer Tia Carroll with the Greaseland All-Stars on the Big Easy Stage. What a singer!
The park at downtown SJ couldn’t hold all the stages in one spot (there are six stages and the park only accomodated two), and when I heard that there was a stage for Latin Jazz performances a block away, I made a beeline over there.
Not surprising, there were plenty of people getting their mambo on!
Not pictured: me doing the same thing. Taking selfies while in motion is kind of tough.
The main act and more is after the cut!
I feel giddy and nervous over finally getting the opportunity to attend the San Jose Jazz Festival later today. Giddy because I’ve been wanting to go to this event for years. Nervous because hello–there’s still a bitch-ass pandemic happening. Don’t worry, I’ll be doing the one thing I’ve been doing at outdoor festivals pre-pandemic: staying away from the crowds. I’ll also be double-masking it and keeping a bottle of hand sanitizer with me.
What’s driving me to go to this show? This legendary band, of course!
You may be wondering: what does Morris Day and The Time have to do with jazz? Um, everything! Maybe they’ll play a jazzy version of “Gigolos Get Lonely Too” complete with hot saxophone interlude.
And when they perform “Jungle Love”, this will be me by my lawn chair.
Because I need some music while I work on creating an eBook, I shall play the finest Garbage for my ears!
I don’t know how I got the urge to listen to the bewitching voice of Shirley Manson after going without it for so long (how dare I!), but I’m riding the wave. Twenty-five years after these songs came out and they remain refreshing as rain after a drought. And if “Stupid Girls” spoke out against the try-hard bimbos of the 90s, the message can very much apply to the try-hards of social media and wannabe-A-listers from reality shows these days. The lyric “You pretend you’re anything just to be adored…” alone is enough to make the tragic eyebrows of a TikTok “influencer” fall off.
Also, Shirley’s red hair during that era is current redhead goals for me.
Maaaaannn. Another rap legend taken from us. Rest peacefully, Marcel Hall.
Yes, I first heard of him from that “Just A Friend” song (via Beavis & Butthead, of course), but if that’s the only song you know of his, you’re missing out!
Also, the Verzus between him and Shock G up in Rap Heaven is gonna be fire.