Magazine deadlines are inevitably a bit stressy. But nothing relaxes the nerves and smoothes the furrowed brow like a good browse through the latest pop music videos on iTunes. It’s always interesting to peruse the ‘Hip Hop & Hot’ section. As you’d expect, the various Dog(g)s were all present: Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg, Bow Wow
I recently found myself loitering in the Main Beach precinct of the Gold Coast. For those unfamiliar, it’s a swanky part of the country. Just to give you an indicator of the type of prosperity we’re talking about, I calculated that the short stretch of road I was in had about $3m worth of parallel-parked
The woman with the $1m bottom, Jennifer Lopez, doing the watusi with the man with the $1m overdraft, LL Cool J? It’s a mouth-watering prospect. My goodness me, times have changed. Has it really been 20 years or so since a rap collaboration meant speed dialling speed metal merchants, Anthrax, or faxing rock dino’s, Aerosmith?
In a change of Video Watch pace I’m going to pin my pennant to the Forever Young flagpole and say: “I like this video”. Frankly, I’m amazed that Australian band, Youth Group, were allowed to make it at all. It’s preternaturally chilled, something that must have deeply troubled the A&R record company powerbrokers. Record Company
In a world where Charlotte Church is changing her name to Charlotte Bordello (and swearing like a thirsty trooper); and in an era when the Welsh Boys Choir is in the studio doing an album of Notorious Big covers, at least we have Mariah Carey. Mariah, for the best part of 38 and half years
A couple of years back I had my first introduction to a traditional club. You know the type — an old Gentlemen’s Club. Actually, it was The Melbourne Club, and it was exactly what I imagined a club to be. As a bit of a fan of PG Wodehouse novels, I’d read enough about people
The Material Girl lives a quiet, bucolic existence at Ashcombe — her pile in the English countryside. According to USA Today (that useless newpaper, which seems to be the ‘Stateside’ hoteliers’ rag of choice for stuffing under doors) Maddie likes to wile away the hours riding horses, fishing and getting about on her treadly. Maddie
When visitors are about to drop-in we like to get our house spick and span. It’s nice to look our best — fluff up the welcome mat, mow the lawn and dust off the best china. So it goes with the 2006 Commonwealth Games. Melbourne is getting its house in order. Of course there are
In a week where the charts have included the scattergun ramblings of an animated klein krokodil (“shnappi schappi schappi”), you could be forgiven for suspecting that My Humps might be a riposte from his Bactrian buddy. But no, My Humps is the latest joint from R&B worldbeaters, Black Eyed Peas.
I have to say I get a bit shirty when I hear stories about new urban apartment-dwellers breezing in and whinging about ‘noise pollution’ coming from the next-door pub that’s been supporting live music for the last 50 years. I mean to say… please. It’s like moving next door to a church and complaining about