When David Bowie rocked MTV …

… and not in the fun sense.

Those of us of a certain age remember the days when MTV just played music videos. The one distinctive trait of MTV in its early days was … let’s just say … the lack of pigmentation among its performing artists.

Back in 1983, David Bowie, a true superstar, confronted MTV veejay Mark Goodman on that matter:

Goodman was really stretching to find a legitimate answer and it basically came down to … our audience is full of racists.

And, as diplomatic as Bowie was in this interview, the look on his face says, “Dude, that’s bullshit.”

David Bowie died Sunday at the age of 69. He is one of rock’s greatest performers. So, I’ll leave you with my favorite Bowie song, which I’ve posted many times before:

The chemistry of an electric guitar

For all you head banging science nerds, the chemical composition of an electric guitar from Compound Interest (click to enlarge):


I don’t mean to get all science geek here, but we’re missing a major chemical compound in this chart: the wood that makes up the neck and the body. I don’t know what specific wood is used here (it varies by guitar), but Wikipedia tells me the main components of wood are approximately 50% carbon, 42% oxygen, 6% hydrogen, 1% nitrogen, and 1% other elements (mainly calcium, potassium, sodium, magnesium, iron, and manganese).

“It’s the Chemicals,” man! (Here’s some Inspired Flight, along with some electric guitar.)

Ol’ Blue Eyes is 100

Frank Sinatra, who died at 82, would have been 100 years old today. He was the Justin of his time (Timberlake or Bieber in terms of making tween and teen girls first think about the day they’ll go all the way).

Now, this is my favorite Sinatra song. It was orchestrated by Nelson Riddle. There are a couple of impressive live versions, especially one arranged by Quincy Jones. And I’ve heard other studio versions with a slower tempo that just don’t work for me. Who’s idea was that, anyway?

But this version makes me feel like I’m kicking back in a private room backstage in Vegas with Dean, Sammy and Angie. We’ve all have a martini in one hand and a cheroot in the other. But not Angie, because she has class. And we know Pete will show up later, because he brings a few more broads with him. And don’t forget to call Joey, cause he’s always good for a laugh.

Ring a ding ding!


(And while I’m thinking about Nelson Riddle, he had this great earworm back in the early ’60s.)

(I wonder if Tod and Buz ever found the end of the highway?)

I think I just celebrated the Fourth of July

Not Robert Downey

Not Robert Downey

PBS has, for the past 35 years, broadcast “A Capitol Fourth” on the west lawn of the U.S. Capitol every July 4th. It’s a live broadcast, but it has to be rehearsed. So I sat on the lawn for two hours in the rain today and waited for the dress rehearsal.

The host was Bradley Whitford (Josh Lyman to fans of “The West Wing”). The thousands of us who were there didn’t come to see him. This is what we were told to expect:

Meghan Linsey, Alabama and Hunter Hayes will join Barry Manilow, Nicole Scherzinger and an eclectic list of performers to celebrate Independence Day at the 35th annual A Capitol Fourth special, airing live on PBS, Saturday, July 4th, at 8:00 p.m. ET.
Other performers will include Bradley Whitford, KC and the Sunshine Band, Lang Lang, Ronan Tynan, Robert Davi, Jack Everly and several military bands and choral groups.

Now out of all of those people, I had heard of Manilow and KC. Manilow sang a modified version of “America the Beautiful.” And when he was done, for some reason, he sang it again. From the top. Like it was the start of the show again. And I’m thinking, Did I just hit a time warp?

That’s why it’s a dress rehearsal. I don’t know what went wrong, but I thought the first version was better than the second.

By the time Manilow came on, it had stopped raining. Then we had the National Anthem, by Nicole Scherzinger, whom I had never heard of, though someone in the crowd yelled “Pussycat Dolls.” Which still didn’t matter, because I would know any of their songs either.

It was around the time KC was on stage singing “Shake Your Booty,” when I started wondering if I was going to last the whole show. Not because of the weather, but because I realized this was the third time I’d seen KC and the Sunshine Band perform, which isn’t something you admit to people. I saw him back in the ’90s, when he was doing a live gig at the dock of the World Financial Center in New York. It was next to work and it was free. Then I saw him at halftime at the NBA All-Star Game in Philadelphia in 2002 when he and a bunch of Philly’s famous, like Hall and Oates, did the half time show. And I saw him today. I guess that means I never actually paid to see him, since I didn’t know he was going to be at the all star game. And in the course of more than 20 years, I can confirm that it was the same set every time.

While I’m at the dress rehearsal, today, I’m also thinking, why is Whitford talking about fireworks? That’s tomorrow.

And I’m thinking, I thought they were saying Robert Downey, not Robert Davi. And why is he singing “New York, New York” when we’re in D.C., D.C.?

And were the Pussycat Dolls famous for singing show tunes, since this one is doing an excerpt from “Carousel”?

And why is this country singer I’ve never heard of singing “Freeway of Love.” And why is this pianist I’ve never heard of leaving out passages of “Rhapsody in Blue.”

But I lasted for pretty much the whole show, but didn’t wait for Alabama, because I don’t know anything sung by Alabama?

Anyway, as I walked out, after Ronan Tynan (another mystery name to me) sang “God Bless America,” I heard fireworks. And I walked across the street from the Capitol and saw explosions over Nationals Park in the distance.

So I’ve seen the Fourth of July’s national concert. And to be honest, I enjoyed what I saw. I’ve seen fireworks. Now, what’s left to do for the actual holiday tomorrow?

Maybe I’ll watch the show on TV, since that’s what it was made for. Probably not.


B.B. King’s first guitar

B.B. King died Friday at the age of 89. My mom, who passed away years ago, once told me when we went to one of his New York concerts that he was already old when she was a teen.

When you think of the blues, he’s one of the first people who come to mind. I saw him perform live more time than I saw any other performer.

So, how did he get started?

And I can’t post on B.B. King without this.

So long, Lucille.