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Go-Go’s trivia courtesy of Belinda’s book

I recently went on a pretty bad Go-Go’s bender after reading Belinda Carlisle’s memoir Lips Unsealed. I couldn’t stop listening to the old albums or watching their videos for a solid week. Have you read the book?

Geez! Sex, drugs. And drugs. And more drugs. And some drinking. But mostly drugs.

Anyway, the book is filled with interesting tidbits about the late 1970s/early 1980s Los Angeles punk scene. And of course, Belinda shares plenty of stories about the Go-Go’s heyday.

For instance, how about this bit of trivia. In the “Our Lips Are Sealed” video, during Jane Wiedlin‘s “Hush my darling, don’t you cry” bridge, if you look closely you can see Jane’s not alone in the backseat of the convertible. Belinda, who was hungover and didn’t much feel like making something called a “music video” anyway, can be seen hunched over in the driver’s seat.

Take a look:

Neat, huh? Are you a Go-Go’s fan? A Belinda fan? Have you read the book?

No Doubt hits the beach, er, bleach

No Doubt performed live on the Today show this morning and while I didn’t see it, I heard they sounded atrocious. Whoops. UPDATE: Here are links to today’s performance: “Don’t Speak,” “Spiderwebs” and “It’s My Life.”.

They sounded okay, not great, but that’s got a lot to do with the horrible mix. And, yes, Gwen forgot lyrics. Damn. As a singer, I can say: it happens to the best of us.

The band was especially bleached three of the with all four No Doubters sporting peroxide blonde hair and Gwen clad in what looks to be my junior high New Wave boyfriend Tom‘s bleached trousers. Noted: Ms. Stefani wore her signature 1990s hair knots, signifying she is back in full-on band mode. As opposed to solo mode, which would entail her bringing along the Harujuku Girls.

In fact, everything about Gwen reeked of her No Doubt days — the clothes, the moves — except she’s emaciated.

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Anyone going to see No Doubt on its reunion tour? I’m hoping to see them in a few weeks on my visit home to Florida. It will be my first time seeing Gwen with the band. If it’s as good as her solo show, I’m in luck.

Relive the first 24 hours of MTV

I’ve written fondly of my childhood love for MTV. I was not cynical enough at 10 to realize that music video’s emphasis on good looking performers would prove to be the downfall of pop music.

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No when I was 10, having a channel all to myself was thrilling. I could watch music videos all day long. And I did. Through MTV I found a lot of cool New Wave acts. I fell in love with Duran Duran and Culture Club and Adam and The Ants. The Go-Gos, Missing Persons, A Flock of Seagulls, which all the cool kids dubbed A.F.O.S.

Hey, remember the MTV ditty?

So, if, like me, you were an excited youngster watching cable television on August 1, 1981, and the names Martha Quinn, J.J. Jackson (RIP), Alan Hunter, Mark Goodman, and Nina Blackwood are forever linked with your youth, you might like to relive MTV’s first 24 hours on the air.

And now you can here at the channel’s official web site. Hard to believe so few performers made videos back then, MTV had to air the same handful of artists over and over.

If you were watching since the first day — and even if you weren’t — share your MTV memories here.

Time, oh, they gave him time

One of my childhood heroes, Boy George, will be sent to prison for 15 months for handcuffing a male prostitute to a wall in his London apartment.

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This really bums me out. Boy George, 47, should be a billionaire, living in an English castle, resting on the laurels of consistently giving us great pop music in the 1980s –okay, the “War Song” sucked, but I liked it –as well as challenging gender stereotypes and making a generation of gay kids feel hip.

It’s unbelievable to me that one of the most original talents to come out of the British pop scene is going to be sitting in a cell for the next year and a half. What the hell is wrong with him?

One of my favorite videos from the 1980s

I’m feeling nostalgic and, as I’m sure you know, nostalgia and YouTube make for hours of memories. Whoo, boy. I have been looking at all kinds of music videos. In the early to mid 1980s, I was all about the New Wave and I loved, loved, loved David Sylvian’s band Japan. Japan were British – duh – and not at all popular stateside. But, I thought they were really interesting.

Here is, I think, my favorite song by Japan, “Visions Of China”:

 Japan sounded so different than anything else back then, incorporating all those odd rhythms and the Asian flourishes. I loved the whole album this came from, Tin Drum. I still listen to it.

I can also recommend David Sylvian’s solo albums – well, most of them. They are far more “stripped down” (in terms of both synthesizers and make-up, ha ha). Start with 1987’s Secrets of the Beehive. Every song on that album is subtle and haunting. Here’s one of my favorites, called “Orpheus.” Listen to this convoluted, beautiful melody:

Throughout his career, Sylvian has collaborated with a bevy of “new music” luminaries including Ryuichi Sakamoto (Yellow Magic Orchestra), Bill Frisell, Marc Ribot, Robert Fripp (King Crimson), Holger Czukay (Can), Kenny Wheeler, Jon Hassell, Derek Bailey, Arve Henriksen, Christian Fennesz, Evan Parker, Sachiko Matsubara, Toshimaru Nakamura, tabla player Talvin Singh and Sylvian’s ex-wife, the singer Ingrid Chavez.

Annie Leibovitz and the naked Jonas Brothers

I think the planet has finally recovered from the shock of seeing Miley Cyrus‘s naked tween shoulder in the pages of Vanity Fair. I want to go on the record as saying I was not appalled. I wasn’t even all that surprised considering we knew ahead of time that famed celebrity photographer Annie Leibovitz was going to be behind the lens.

Leibovitz loves nudity. She’s made many of her photographic subjects drop trou. Have you ever seen her pics of John and Yoko? How about David Cassidy?

Talk about shocking the tween set. I wonder how many 13-year-olds in 1972 went out and bought a copy of Rolling Stone. Then, promptly tossed out the pages inside because it was all hippie commentary on President Nixon and Deep Purple record reviews.

Leibovitz had Scarlett Johansson and Keira Knightley pose nude together in many a men’s fantasy on VF’s cover two years ago.

Don’t forget the knocked-up, naked Demi Moore cover.

Leibowitz also photographed Whoopi Goldberg naked in a bath of milk and Sting naked and caked in mud.

 Clearly, Leibovitz won’t stop until she’s photographed everyone in America naked. She should put together a reality show where people compete to be her next nudey muse. I’d say we could let America vote, but you know we would end up seeing the Jonas Brothers without clothes on and then I’d  have a reason to complain. Why are young girls in love with those three? Those were the kind of kids in my school who got beat up or called any sort of epithet that meant homosexual. The poufy hair, the skinny ties. That kid with the big eyebrows who wears an ascot. Who does he think he is, Fred from Scooby Doo? 

Of course, when I was a kid I was in love with Duran Duran’s Nick Rhodes, a man who wore more make-up than my mother. Why didn’t Leibovitz ever photograph the men of Duran Duran naked? Or any of my New Wave favorites. Would they have had to wash off their eyeliner?

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