Whatev's

Most of the day I had the Doris Day classic, and I use that term loosely, Que Sera Sera, playing in my head.  The longer and more torturous it lasted, the more and more I realized the song is really negative.

The first part has Doris singing about her childhood, asking her mother what she's going to be as an adult, "Will I be pretty?  Will I be rich?"  Her mother seems to "phone-it-in", by responding "Whatever will be, will be".  Her mom isn't supportive or anything.  "Oh honey, you're beautiful and smart and you can do anything you put your mind and heart to..."  But, f*ck no, her mother simply tells her to "wait and see".

Next, she talks about falling in love and asking her beau, what the future holds.  "Will we have rainbows, day after day?"  Here's what her man tells her.  "Que sera sera.  Whatever will be, will be."  Basically, he saying to wait and see, which is a subtle way of saying he might have to cheat on her if she gains weight or get overly annoying.

Lastly, the song has her, in a motherly role, repeating the shitty child-rearing that her mother incurred on her. Her boys look to her and ask, "Will we be handsome?  Will we be rich?"  She replies that they'll have to wait and see.  "Whatever will be, will be," as apparently the future isn't our's to see.  I guess goal-setting or education didn't play a huge role in the Day household.

Throughout history, all sorts of songs have been deemed "classic", although I can't understand how something as f*cking stupid and annoying as "Que Sera Sera" is a f*cking classic.  A real head-scratcher than one.  Released in 1956, there was SO much better music than that one.  Elvis had three number one hits, for crying out loud...

Cookie Crumbles

I was drowsy, going in and out of consciousness, when I learned of her passing.  I'd fallen asleep in bed with the television on, so my lethargy was from exhaustion, and not drug induced like Whitney Houston's life had become in recent... uh... decades.  Still, her death comes as a surprise.  To me as well as the world over.

For those unaware of her fame, specifically fans of today's bubble gum-cookie cutter pop icons instead of artists of substance, Whitney Houston rose to fame in the mid-80's and garnered herself many gold and platinum albums.  She coined the phrase "The children are our future" from her song "The Greatest Love of All".  Practically a child, her first album, the self-titled "Whitney Houston" debuted when the singer was just twenty-one years of age.  So in a sense, she's matured before the world.

It was throughout the early part of her career, that she was able to ascend to superstardom through her music and movie appearances, acting in films like "Waiting To Exhale" and "The Preacher's Wife" (which paid her an astounding $10M, a lot of dough at the time).

She married former "New Edition" member, Bobby Brown, who was a success in his own solo career, with hits like "My Prerogative" (later covered by Britney Spears) and "On Our Own" featured in Ghostbusters II (1989).  However, life with Bobby wasn't all that it was cracked up to be (pardon the pun).

It seemed like her life and career after that union came to be, quickly began to spin out of control.  The relationship and marriage was rocky, even at the best of times, and the only real success the duo had, came with the birth of their daughter, Bobbi Kristina Brown (1993).  Reports of improprieties began to flow into the media, like a rushing waterfall.  For a time, you couldn't turn on the television without viewing reports of their crazed drug-induced antics.  Two personalities who'd once held the world in the palm of their hands, were now the dirty crusties found under your couch.  The picture above is the best illustration I could produce that showed the tremendous "before and after" affects of the drugs.  Undeniably, Whitney Houston was once a vibrant beauty queen with a face that could launch a thousand ships.  Look at that gorgeous smile.  Then look at the inset of what a horrible hag she'd become.  A true American-tragedy.

Though she'd attempt many comebacks over the years, I don't think she ever truly shook the drugs.  I can't say that I know what she sounded like the past five or ten years, but I'm willing to bet that it failed exponentially when compared to her former prowess.

As I read the reports of Whitney's passing, I am a little bothered by the instant assumption that foul play must've been involved.  I see the term "criminal intent" repeated throughout the media circus.  A concept now being tossed up by fellow celebrities.  Without viewing all the facts, I am confident in reporting to the world that there was NO CRIMINAL INTENT, unless you include the dealer who sold the drugs to Whitney Houston.  In the weeks to come, after the autopsy and all the tests come back, it will be revealed that Whitney Houston died of a drug overdose.  That's how all the great ones seem to die.  Elvis Presley, Jim Morrison, John Belushi, Janis Joplin and even that child molester, Michael Jackson, all died due to the monkey on their backs.

I don't understand the need for drugs, especially when you're someone famous.  They always say it's the pressure of the business.  Bullshit.  I've worked in retail.  THERE'S pressure.  People yelling at you and treating you like shit.  The lives of singers and actors...  Pressure?  You're a f*cking singer, for Christ's sake.  You sing!  That's it!  You do what you love!  Where's the pressure?

Although, I have never been a fan of her music.  That genre failing to meld with the likes of the styles I prefer to listen to, it doesn't mean I can't appreciate true artistry.  One of her greatest hits, was a song originally recorded by country crooner, Dolly Parton, "I Will Always Love You", from the movie (and a personal favourite of mine), "The Bodyguard", starring Kevin Costner.  I think despite the way her life ended, she will go down in the annuls of history as one of the true great ones, continuing to be loved, ALWAYS.

Cool-Ass Musical Motherf*ckers

I will not protest the fact that I am a fan of Alecia Moore, better known the world over as Pink! It's undeniable that the woman has got some pipes. She can really sing. A fact that is so rare these days, what with all the bubble gum pop stars that are hitting the airwaves. But beyond that, Pink is just a cool shit.

I do not doubt that she could kick my ass in a fair fight. She seems ultra-tough. Not that I'm one to condone violence against women, but there is something about her, that I find completely intimidating. Like she'd be cool one minute, then ripping a guy's head off the next. Perhaps it's bi-polarism. I don't know. But she is cool as f*ck! This is my belief.

Pink, in my opinion, is also the modern-day, female version of what Elvis Presley was in the 50's and 60's. Right down to the snarl even. The only thing missing is the slicked back greasy hair and the cheesy lame-ass movies. Although, according to IMDB.com she has appeared in a couple of flicks. Nothing as cheesy as Elvis' "Harum Scarum", "Blue Hawaii" or "Spinout", just to name a few.

Both, in my books, are cool-ass musical motherf*cker's, a term I coin with much admiration. But the one thing that I like more about Pink, than I do Elvis, is that she doesn't seem to rely heavily on the narcotics, as the late King of Rock 'n' Roll seemed to throughout much of his life. Even with troubled childhood she claims to have had after the divorce of her parents.

This is the one thing that I've always had a problem understanding with musicians. Why all the f*ckin' drugs?!? I can understand cutting loose and getting f*cked up on Jack Daniels once in awhile, although I don't know about the Jack, per se, but getting wild, I get! Getting harped up on uppers and downers and all the shit in between? F*ck that! The adrenaline you get from the screaming fans should be enough of a drug. If you wanna hallucinate, then f*ck it. Hire people to act out hallucinations for you. You got the cash! Don't buy a waterfall for in the bedroom of your second home on the east coast, when you don't even stay there when you're in town anyway. Use that money to pay actors to throw around midgets and spank donkey's or whatever tickles your fancy that day!

....But I digress. Pink? F*ckin' A-cool! Elvis? After it's all said and done, he was (and still is) one cool-ass motherf*cker!!!

'Nuff said!

Have a nice weekend!!!!