Filed under: heterosexuals
This morning I dropped the BF off at the airport; he’s on his way to Vegas, for the Adult Entertainment Expo. I went with him two years ago; it was a pretty memorable vacation, though pretty exhausting and a little too divorced from reality for me to feel really comfortable about it.
Anyway, here’s some photos. For the purposes of anonymity I’ll skip the totally hot one where the BF is standing next to Francois Sagat and his magical hair, though if you look after the jump you can see two pictures of me, in case you were wondering what I look like (!) there’s, uh, other pictures. (Not of me, though; I got shy and took them down.)
To start, here’s Jenna Jameson. The crowd around her was like five feet deep so I didn’t bother asking for autographs or anything, but I really like this picture, which I took from a fairly biggish distance.
After the jump, more shots of Vegas, including me meeting Belladonna (who was wicked nice and totally worth standing in line for, since she was probably the most interesting person there.)
Filed under: music
Just a quick note: my dormant radio program, The World’s Slowest Dance Party, will be back for just two weeks. Tonight and next Thursday, 11:30 pm- 1 am. Perfect if you’re staying home, or if you’re driving home from the club. Though the show sort of strayed from the slow-dancing theme towards the end of its run, expect tonight’s episode to be very, very slowdancy.
Listen on 88.1 FM in Providence, or here on l’internet. (It saddens me, though, that I’m competing with Karaoke Crime, which seems to be some sort of karaoke free-for-all that’s happening in town tonight. I really wanted to go, on the off chance that I’d be able to do a striptease while singing People Who Died and/or Fade Into You and/or a medley of them both.)
Here to kick off my Top 10 of 2000:
10. Bob Marley and Lauryn Hill, Turn Your Lights Down Low
People should not sing duets with dead people. Back when I was ten or so, I was really into Unforgettable, Natalie Cole’s duet with her dead father. I thought the video was very moving, too. But I was ten, and wrong. Duets with dead people are an affront to dead people. And to living people. And to the circle of life, if you’re into that sort of thing.
I’ve never really liked Bob Marley. I mean, I appreciate his existence, in the way that I appreciate Merle Haggard and Afrika Bambaataa and Puccini’s existences. I understand that these are very talented people with a very significant influence on the world as I know it today. But that doesn’t mean I ever want to listen to them, or find the experience of listening to them pleasurable. Bob Marley makes music that might have been politically significant in its day, but people in 2009 listen to Bob Marley because they’re stoned and in high school and possibly wearing cargo shorts with flip flops in the middle of winter. When this song came out, in 2000, they were probably also wearing fisherman’s hats and pukka shell necklaces. Maybe they still are.
Give me dancehall any day, violent and misogynist and homophobic though it may be; that’s the reggae I want to hear, if I want to hear reggae. Angry, fun, enthusiastic. Music you can dance to, rather than hold hands around a fire to.
That said, this song’s not actually that bad; it was pretty much the last decent Lauryn Hill single until she resurfaced many years later with that catchy Lily Allen-ish song from the surfing penguins movie. I don’t know the original Turn Your Lights Down Low, but I like the way Hill’s rap doesn’t really alter the song’s slow, romantic energy the way that so many intrusive guest-raps do. All in all, a solid B+, even if I still say that no one should ever, ever sing a duet with a dead person.
