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...music started out well mixed, but later it seemed as if the formal had fallen into a time warp to the 80s. After the DJ played Metallica, Bon Jovi, Aint No Mountain High Enough, Michael Jackson, Def Leppard, Jessie’s Girl and Bon Jovi again, FlyBy just wanted to go home. And speaking of getting home, while the yellow school bus shuttle service meant not having to pay for a cab, it was a yellow school bus. Yeah. Flashbacks to middle school included...
...arguably the last great burst of Motown creativity. Gordy, distracted by Hollywood, released two films starring Diana Ross - Mahogany and the Billie Holiday biopic Lady Sings the Blues. The 80s brought Rick James and Lionel Richie and The Big Chill - a white, yuppie film with an amazing Motown soundtrack ("Aint Too Proud To Beg" was reduced to dishwashing music). By 1988, Gordy had had enough; he sold the company to MCA, which in turn sold it to Polygram, which in turn was bought by Universal. Really, though, who cares who owns it now? Just pop on one of those numerous...
Favorite Music: Kuumba, Christina Aguilera (especially “Aint No Other Man”), Kanye...
...onstage at the Moscone Convention Center in San Francisco, it's 11 in the morning, and his audience is largely white and overwhelmingly nerdy. West rips through All Falls Down and Gold Digger, but he barely gets a head bob out of those people. When he raps, "If you aint no punk, holla 'We want prenup!,'" not a single, solitary soul hollas back...
...more than in an ordinary thriller. No Country is suffused with Modernist melancholy, a sense that our civilization is dying and all we have ahead of us are endless salt flats of moral and cultural aridity. Sheriff Bell sees people like Chigurh as avatars of things to come. "I aint sure we've seen these people before," he growls. "Their kind. I dont know what to do about em even." Bell's gloominess sometimes verges on kids-these-days curmudgeonliness, but there are moments when it feels like a genuine diagnosis of the postmillennial malady, a scary illumination...