Word: diana
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Diana Ross and Brandy. It sounds like the start of a movie pitch. Turns out, it's a pitch that worked: the two singers, one a legend and the other a Gen-Y sensation, are co-starring in the dramatic TV movie Double Platinum, airing this Sunday...
Distractions, distractions. Everything in Diana Ross's midtown Manhattan apartment vies for your attention: a zebra-patterned couch, brightly colored Warhol portraits of Ross, a table full of black panther statuettes, a large gold Hindu figurine. One thing holds your focus: Ross herself. The 55-year-old Motown great looks fabulous--slim, smiling, sexy. She seems as breezily radiant as she ever was, flipping back her wavy black hair after every other sentence. One wonders why it took so long for the Oscar-nominated star of such big-screen films as Lady Sings the Blues (1972) and the TV movie...
Recently Ross received a phone call from a friend--Michael Jackson--who was also working on a new album. "Late, late at night I get a call: 'Hello, Diana?' I said, 'Michael, is that you?' He said he was working on an album, and the album would be out sometime in the year...
...dream. Her latest record, Never S-A-Y Never, isn't just double platinum, it's quadruple platinum. She has worked with Whitney Houston (on Cinderella). Now she's working with Ross. Even Brandy's dad, Willie Ray Norwood Sr., is impressed by this latest pairing. "I've loved Diana Ross my whole life," he says. Platinum's script sometimes called for Brandy's character to treat Ross with contempt. "I apologized to her after every scene," says Brandy, echoing her father's awe. "I was like, 'Ms. Ross, I'm just doing...
Saint Etienne are beautiful. Repeatedly, consistently and achingly beautiful. After brandishing a decidedly pop wand in last year's Good Humor, Pristine chanteuse Sarah Cracknell, understated pop priestess in the vein of Diana Ross, returns with gifted nerd musicians Bob Stanley and Pete Wiggs to make more of that astro-optimistic music for waxing reminiscent over good old days that never were. Here, acutely-attuned sophistication unfurls in a lazy crawl over barely-populated audio-maps of restrained infectiousness. It is an enchanting but ultimately deserted place they take you, inhabited only by a gaseous voice. This is music...