Sweet Home Obama:
President Obama is continuing his crossover singing career, following up an Al Green one-liner a few weeks ago with this stomping ground reppin’ soundbite from a cover of Robert Johnson‘s windy city mantra “Sweet Home Chicago” last night at an event honoring Black History Month via the blues at the White House. His backing band: fellow Chicagoan Buddy Guy, B.B. King and Mick Jagger. His approval rating: marginally increased.
The Bird Is The Word:
Middle fingers are en vogue again in 2012. Though Adele wasn’t mid-performance last night at the Brit Awards in London, she was in the middle of an acceptance speech for her second award of the evening when the live show’s host James Corden cordially cut her off due to time restrictions. In response, Adele got all punk rock on the British “academy.” Meanwhile Blur immediately silenced Adele’s contempt with a double-dozen choir-deep rendition of “Tender” and “This Is A Low” celebrating an award for “outstanding contribution to music.”
Can Jack White break the shitty SNL sound spell that Lana Del Rey and Sleigh Bells have been clobbered by? Will Lindsey Lohan as host be entertaining? Will America be treated to a new Blunderbuss tune before White’s first solo effort drops on April 23? All of these questions and more may be answered come the ex-White Stripes blues rock warrior’s artist take-over of SNL on March 3.
Little Broken Hearts:
Nu-jazz sultress Norah Jones is readying her follow-up to 2009′s The Fall, via Blue Note/EMI, of which the Jones camp just announced will be titled Little Broken Hearts, dropping May 1st. Deets get finer to learn that Brian “Danger Mouse” Burton (Broken Bells, The Grey Album) will helm production duties, a natural budding consequence of their work together on Burton’s homage to spaghetti western film scores, Rome. While the cover art trails that same love of film nostalgia.
Now that we have hindsight of the events that would play out during the rest of 1990, following Milli Vanilli‘s Grammy Award handed out on this day in February of said year, we can exercise a little dramatic foreshadowing. But for the sake of fleeting glory, here’s to you Milli Vanilli and the faux pop theatrics of Girl You Know It’s True. Even if you weren’t singing, you still should have continued to “Blame it on the Rain:”