Showing posts with label TINA TURNER. Show all posts
Showing posts with label TINA TURNER. Show all posts

Monday, May 29, 2023

SIMPLY THE BEST

picture it kittens...the year was 1975 and director STEVEN SPIELBERG
was take'n a bite outta the box office while scare'n the holy live'n shit out of his audiences and cement'n my #1 reason while i will never step aboard a carnival cruise to sail the mighty seas anytime soon with his 1st #1 blockbuster "JAWS"

while most of the patrons of Studio 54 tried keep'n it together by simply 
mainline'n an 8ball off the bathroom floors just to get throat fucked by a throat plunger in the stalls...CAPTAIN and TENILLE simply sang their sappy song state'n "LOVE WILL KEEP US TOGETHER"

techno nerds BILL GATES and PAUL ALLEN created the rise and fall of
non verbal communicado and the beginn'n to the eventual end of yer dads...yer grand dads and yer local corner barber shops subscriptions to all those adult entertainment magazines that came delivered discretely wrapped in that non judgemental brown paper package'n with their microsoft computer

and i began my life long love affair with the QUEEN OF ROCK N ROLL 
when i first watched the powerhouse with the pipes known simply as TINA TURNER perform'n "SHAME SHAME SHAME" with CHER on "THE CHER SHOW" with my dad

though it would be almost another 10 years before i became reacquainted 
once again with the lady and her stilettoed mile high legs when she dropped her 1st single off her 5th solo album "PRIVATE DANCER" in 1984 declare'n after all her years of abuse at the hands of her X husband "WHAT'S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT" which initially TINA had no desire to record...went on to be her 1st solo #1 song that won her record of the year...song of the year and best female singer of the year at the 1985 Grammy awards 
that also spawned the ball to the walls hit "BETTER BE GOOD TO ME" 
the steamy cover of AL GREEN's "LET'S STAY TOGETHER" 
the sultry "PRIVATE DANCER" and though not released as a video "STEEL CLAW" was my all time fav-o-rit unreleased single off the album 
that same year...BRYAN ADAMS hopped aboard the unstoppable TINA TURNER train and released their duet off his album "RECKLESS" called "IT"S ONLY LOVE"

by the follow'n year...TINA went from the small screen to the silver screen
play'n AUNTY ENTITY in the blockbuster "MAD MAX BEYOND THUNDERDOME" which spawned the melodramatic single "WE DON'T NEED ANOTHER HERO" and the lesser though personally my fav-o-rit powerfully explosive hit "ONE OF THE LIVING" 

by 1986 TINA had released "BREAK EVERY RULE" that i pretty much
hadda purchase twice since i had wore out my 1st cassette play'n it non stop in my magnavox dual cassette player with detachable speakers...release'n the snarky "TYPICAL MALE" the country rock sounds of "WHAT YOU GET IS WHAT YOU SEE" and the gritty "BACK WHERE YOU STARTED" that earned TINA another Grammy fer best female rock performance in 1987...perform'n 218 shows on 5 continents fer her "BREAK EVERY RULE TOUR" sell'n out stadiums at almost 50 years old

once the 90's rolled around...TINA would earn a whole new respect and an
entirely new audience when she was inducted into the ROCK N ROLL HALL OF FAME with her time under IKE in 1991 and then once again as one of only a handful of artists who would be inducted fer a 2nd time as a solo artist in 2021

in 1993 movie goers would witness the brilliant though often brutal life 
portrayed by the tough as nails actress ANGELA BASSET in the heart wrench'n biopic of TINA's life "WHAT'S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT"
which of course made me upgrade all my 3 TINA cassettes to cd with the soundtrack bein my 1st major purchase that i found at LET IT BE records on the nicollette mall in the downtown Minne-Apple area where i ended up spend'n endless hours click...click...click'n my way thru TINA's back catalogue discover'n more brilliant tunes from her... 
like the 1966 PHIL SPECTOR hit "RIVER DEEP MOUNTAIN HIGH" which was the 1st song TINA recorded without her X...
 and further click...click...click'n to tunes from her time in the IKE and TINA TURNER REVUE days with the Creedence Clearwater Revival remake of  "PROUD MARY" make'n me roll'n...roll'n...roll'n down the record aisles which they released in 1971 earn'n TINA her 1st Grammy with IKE
in 1973 TINA penned the semi-autobiographical tune "NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS" that was about her hometown life in Nutbush Tennessee which would be the last hit song TINA would ever record with IKE

TINA would then jump from the microphone to the movie screen in 1975 
as the acid queen in WHO's bizarrely entertain'n rock opera "TOMMY"

by 1976 TINA had divorced IKE and went out on her own as a solo act
work'n discotheques and dinner clubs from the late 70's thru-out the early 80's with funk infused hits like "DISCO INFERNO" and "BALL OF CONFUSION" until her big break finally came in '84

before the clock struck one on the new millennium...TINA would release
her dance hit "WHEN THE HEARTAHCE IS OVER" in 1999 which would be the title track off her 10th and final solo album "TWENTY FOUR SEVEN"

i was lucky enough to snag killer seats to catch the energetic goddess live 
on her stops in the Minne-Apple back in 2000 and then once again in 2008 on her final tour and trust me...neither concert disappointed nor did they slow TINA down from the moment the lights went up til moment the curtains came down

2019 brought us the much anticipated open'n of the musical "TINA" on 
broadway and in 2020 ADRIENNE WARREN who portrayed TINA on stage would snag herself a Tony fer her brilliant performance as the lead'n lady in a musical and by 2023 i FINALLY lucked out and got to see the tour stop in the Minne-Apple in april

the same year Adrienne won her Tony...TINA...now 80...reworked the hit
that she had recorded 36 years earlier at the age of 44 where she became the oldest singer to ever release a #1 smash song...with norweigan dj KYGO fer a whole new flock of fans on the dance floor in 2020 with "WHAT'S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT"

with the pandemic cause'n chaos thru-out much of the planet in 2021
the only thing that occupied my mind was the heart felt last love letter given to her many die hard fans around the world as one last final look into the wonderous world of a true living legend who was born from humble beginn'ns on the cotton fields...to survive'n a torturous marriage and the many other life challenges...prove'n her resilience and resurrection to became a rock star at 44...stand'n out from the shadows of her past when most female singers in the biz were considered washed up by 30...to become the global phenomenon known as TINA TURNER with an untouchable career spann'n 6 decades spoken in her own words

though she got a good taste of the limelight under IKE's control...TINA  
had eclipsed and surpassed her abusive and control'n coke filled X by a million miles...by build'n her own indestructible path as the undeniable comeback QUEEN OF ROCK N ROLL with just 36 cents to her name...turn'n her bruises into a battle cry...her tears into triumph and break'n down all the rules of the music industries standards of what a truly colossal superstar really is...there will never be another like TINA TURNER in my lifetime...you will always be "SIMPLY THE BEST"
now  GET OFF MY DRESS!

Monday, January 31, 2022

HOUSTON...we have A PROBLEM!

we've all had those days when nothin' and every thing and everyone 
include'n those cock suck'n mutha fuck'n pig slutt'n demon whores are totally test'n every last nerve course'n thru yer milky white flesh...well in moments like these...i'll try and press the pause button...take in a couple deep breaths and rearrange my chakra (once i figered out where the fuck i put it) and image i'm the Nutbush City goddess Miss Turner recite'n in my brains over and over "big wheels keep on turn'n...proud mary keeps on burn'n"
after of course i throw on my gold lame fringe nitey (cuz i'd look pretty fuck'n stupid without it on now wouldn't i kittens?) spinn'n around like Wonder Woman circa the 1970's just like i used to on the playgrounds in 2nd grade at Jefferson Elementary in my babyshit brown hopalong cassidy shit kickers hope'n that i can resolve any and all issues eat'n away at my supplely plump A double snakes at the time…however...suffice it to say...this proud Mary's wheels' were no longer turn'n and i was just burn'n up...lemme explain!

well sure as shit as MEATLOAF was overcooked recently so was my last 
nerve when i hopped into my car on a cold and blistery nite with winds outta the west from 5 to 10 miles per hour... 
after leave'n the BETTY WHITE tribute movie about her tremendous career to the entertainment world at my local AMC theater (which to go off on a mini rant fer a moment) watch the tribute on Netflix...it's the same damn thing outside of the 11 second kudo's BETTY sends to her fans that she prerecorded 10 days before her pass'n that i basically paid a $1 a second to hear on a big screen (which even on another side note) her make-up artist should'a been shot!
what in the fiddler's fuck was up with those "MOMMIE DEAREST"  via FAYE DUN-IT-HER-WAY eyebrows? 
why oh why did her make-up artist/photographer draw em on with a damn crayola marker she found under the couch cuz she ran outta pencil and make it look like BETTY was make'n a hostage video? any'who'z'll'ding...
as a special added bonus the fuck'n pampered shitter (who i'm sure wasn't masked) whine'n 3 rows behind fer roughly 30 minutes cuz their hormonally selfish Karen/Ken owner didn't wanna pay the damn babysitter

so where was i? oh yea...so i slip my key into the ignition and give it a turn
when all of a sudden my shit mobile decided to cop an attitude with me and started give'n some shade...well i'm an internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of my own universe kittens...i don't speak automotive and frankly at 10 o'clock at nite i really shouldn't have to take smart attic back talk 
when it already felt like the planet HOTH outside…
turn'n my jingle bells into klick klackers though luckily i managed to make it home without any highway incidents 
and crawled under my Tracy Turnblad prom dress comforter to search the informational highway in order to find out the cure fer my car’s current sickness before drift'n off

by morn'n i had resumed my research and matched my current situation
with a small $14 part plus tax that i hadda purchase and contacted a friend on the outer reaches of my universe in a foreign country called Hudson WI and he booked himself on the earliest flight and flew to my  place to replace the part that i knew if i took it into a shop...some mechanic would'a bent me over the hood of my car and have to loose my dignity before i'd ever get my keys back and if it were a perfect world...so would be my mechanic and i would have zero issues lick'n bird shit off my hood...as he went under mine
BUTT...and you knew it was come'n eventually didn't you?

though my foreign friend from across the galaxy eventually replaced
the much needed part in the bitter cold that i had so rigorously researched and was assured by youtubers that this in fact was the only issue to cure the canker sore in my car...however...by morn'n as i jumped into my winter gear and spritzed myself down with some essence from 2007 created by our dearly departed purple paisley MN native bucket of pubic hair...
my shitmobile started give'n me more smart attic backtalk and decided to toss a fit by refuse'n to budge from my park'n lot so i could refuel my body and unfortunately hadda call fer back up which in turn turned out that my mechanical fantasy would have to be put on hold as some ritually bathed Cooter came to my rescue

it would take a whole 6 days later before i would finally become 
reunited with my vehicle and trust me when i say...this was no PEACHES AND HERB production cuz IT DID NOT FEEL SO GOOD!

not only did i not have a chance in H-E-double hockey stix of try'na 
work out some sorta "deal" in the break room with my diesel engine doctor...i would be forced to either take out a small bank loan after only bein months away from the one i was forced to take out 3 years prior or work a double downtown on those cold and lonely after bar sidewalk sale nites...unfortunately at my advanced age (though my "stock's" are still up without any help from ANY fornicational pharmaceutical companies) 
i'm lucky if i can get any canned goods fer my "goods" so i opted fer door #1 which was another damn 3 year loan and of course wouldn't you know they stopped give'n out complimentary boxes of CALGON to take me awaaaaay!

though i completely understand all to well the painful world of own'n yer
very own shitmobile to tool around town at yer own leisure ever since i was 26...here's my question? if we can put a man on the moon...circle the stars and beyond to other galaxies far far away...
be subjected to countless...beyond expensive international war games of who's dick is bigger...
then why the fuck can't we go back to friendlier greener ways of transportation...whether it be via broom stick...
toe tapp'n glittery blood clot slippers together...
or beam'n us up? past generations wrote out the damn road maps...HELLOOOOOOO E-L-O-N it's time to fill in the fuck'n dots mister
and GET OFF MY DRESS!