Monday, July 26, 2010

Monday Jukebox Talks Fashion and Electropop

The comeback is not just lurching, it’s coming so fast I can feel it breathing down my neck.

But it isn’t here yet. (And after what Penny Wong said, my opinion gun is locked and loaded.)

No, today it’s another jukebox. Another Korean jukebox in fact.

I have no problem admitting that I like electropop, but as innovative as it can be…

…its success creates some shoddy imitators.

Se7en, for example has come back with a somewhat disappointing song, and even worse, either he and/or his management has seriously pissed off the costume department.

I am far from a fashionista, but everyone in that video looks like they are dressed in rejects from a Devo video.

And then there’s the new one from [god, I hate typing their daft name] SHINee. Ring Ding Dong wasn’t profoundly ground-shattering, but it wasn’t dross either. This time around they have a song called Lucifer (interesting lyrical theme) and outfits last seen from when The Village People went New Wave or the cinematic clunker The Apple. I think they must’ve pissed off the costume department too.

Shiny indeed.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Sunday Jukebox Says I’m Coming Back

Apologies for doing my due diligence on here, but I’m in the process of moving home (and suburbs), and not able to give my all. Still worry not! There’s heaps of things I’m eager to muse about on this corner of the internet:

  • The Australian election: Julia vs. Mad Tony (Blair) Abbott
  • How The Australia-US Free-trade agreement leaves some of our (Australian) channels with schedules that look almost exactly like the Z-list has-been programming on barely watched US broadcast channels (think WLNY/Channel 55 in Long Island).
  • The weirdness that is Masterchef Australia

And guess who’s also making a comeback (to Korea), BoA, and her song and video for Game has SAW (Stock Aitken Waterman) meets 80s Swing Out Sister written all over it…in Korean. In other words, this is aural heaven to me, the video ain’t too shabby either. Enjoy.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Monday Jukebox Schools A Fool

Alright, I’m 31. I embrace it fully.

I am also in Australia, and embrace that fully as well.

That said, I nearly spat out my drink when someone (admittedly a twentysomething, but a music journo who still should’ve known better) told me he thought the “I wanna rock right now”  in Rock That Body was not sampling.

So kids, get in the time machine and experience one of the best rap songs ever.

Yes, we weren’t afraid of wearing lots of colours in those days.

Friday, July 09, 2010

Friday Jukebox Says What?

What a interesting video that arrived in my inbox today. It’s like the product of a diluted Thriller (Michael Jackson) and Frozen (Madonna).

I don’t know whether I like the song or the choreography, but from a visual standpoint, it’s rather impressive.

Sunday, July 04, 2010

I Left It, I Loved It : The Independence Day Post

I'm going to ask you to indulge me a bit.

Astrologically, the USA is considered a Cancerian (no pun intended). So was my father, who was born a few days earlier.

It wasn't until recently that I managed to see a parallel between my relationships with the two.

I'm an Aquarian, and for those who don't follow Astrology, we don't really get along well with Cancers. We think they're drama queens interested in inanity, they think we're cruel sadists out to break their hearts when it hurts the most for the sake of proving our individualism.

I spent the majority of my childhood being somewhat idolised (admittedly due to sexism) in my father's eyes. He was a Vet two times over, and subscribed to the 1930s-era of children being subservient to their parents. In his eyes, I was like The Little Prince. It also helped that it was the 1980s, and there was some degree of innocence left in popular children's culture.

Then came my rebellious years, wherein I horrified my father.

Now, everyone in general is expected to rebel while a teenager, but I saved mine until I went to college. Coming Out was not a rebellion, and to be terribly honest, I did not expect to be, nor was the news treated as such. (It was more of a "that's nice, son.")

My rebellion came when my father realised that the pleasant, well-mannered, slightly independent boy left for college and came back a pleasant, well-mannered Socialist young man.

I was never one of those "down with the tyrants" type of Socialists, but rather a "everyone deserves a fair go." And by "fair go," I do mean a level playing field.

This sort of thinking doesn't go down well in the US, because the US is about maintaining a certain facade, and maintaining that facade is paramount for its own mental health.

"Liberty and equality for all?"

Sure, the US is practicing that.

Never mind that it's been under a century since I, as a Black American have had a vote.

Never mind that my own state thinks that it is wrong to deny me even recognition of my partnership because it is with another man.

Never mind that in order to build that American Dream, it must be built on the backs of underpaid, underprotected workers and a mainstream society gone Cuckoo for Credit Card Capitalism.

I truly believe that the US is a nation that cannot at all afford to take such a hard look at itself, because it would disintegrate.

Yet, it's my literal homeland, and I can't help but have affection for it.

Remember how I said that I horrified my father? It wasn't because I was gay. It wasn't because I spoke my mind. It was because I could point out where the flaws were in the national dream that he, and many others Americans like him, had. I could also point out that it was not one that I wanted.

And that brought a chill to our relationship as father and son. One where he would bemoan my cigarette smoking*, and I his provincialism.

* Interestingly, when I was growing up. My father would castigate anyone who smoked in front of me--including relations. He also nearly burnt our house down whenever I ran the risk of catching him smoking. The image of being a non-smoker was more important than the action.

Nonetheless, when my father passed away in February 2002, I could honestly say that we had reached a honest, lasting civility. One where we could understand that the bond we had as family did not mean that we had to blindly accept the other.

That's how I feel about the US. I care about it, because it is where I grew up and I still have family there, but I cannot bring myself to truly accept that it is the Zion it likes to believe itself to be. The US just can't bring itself to reconcile its dreams and its reality, and I could only see myself turning into someone I was not meant be, the longer I remained.

Australia is certainly far from perfect, but I have to truly applaud it at how Australian society does value each person and how Australians are proud of their ability to call the proverbial 'bullshit" when there is discrimination.

I'm proud that I now live in a country where a majority of the populace straight and gay says that it is wrong to deny same sex couples marriage...no matter what the ruling party says. I'm also proud that I now live in a place where it is truly believable that discrimination will get reversed. I'm proud that the nation is willing to work at improving life across the board, and not still confused by the failure of trickle down economics.

And yet, I'm still proud of Obama. I'm still proud that there is hope for American society to truly learn to embrace its citizens, even if it must be long and arduous, and fraught with residual bigotry at every turn because it does not fit some absurd national myth.

I just don't want to live in that kind of society and I don't want my future child to live in that one either.

So the US & I are civil with each other. I can never be as close to it as I used to be, and that's fine.

At this moment, I'm enjoying a very chilly winter's night in NSW. It's -4C. This is the kind of weather I love. If every 4 July from here on in will be like this, I will be happy.

I'll just make sure to spend Australia Day in the Upper Midwest.

Thursday, July 01, 2010

Oh, It’s Canada Day, don’cha know?

Love all you hosers up dere.

It’s a crying shame that I only have gotten a chance to see some of the best Canadian programming (The Border, Being Erica*, Billable Hours, etc.) since going Austral.

* Does anyone watch SOAPnet?

Though it’s a damn shame that Flashpoint isn’t airing regularly down here. (We are fortunately spared the inanity of Red Green, however, which airs constantly in Wisconsin.)

I still would move there (well Toronto or Montreal) in a heartbeat…especially in the middle of the Australian summer.

No Canadian tribute is complete without Celine Dion of course:




et pour le Quebec libre:


An Advertorial Break

Remember hearing about those days when adverts were actually part of the show? As in Lucy & Desi spruiking for cigarettes? Well, the morning chat shows down here in the Antipodes still use that form of advertising. Most of them are mind-numbingly camp (yet still not as annoying as the full half-hour beasts.)

However, here’s a rather smart one using drag star Courtney Act.