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The Jackson Fail in Gary

Posted on October 27, 2012

I’m not a fan of Michael Jackson. But I am a fan of odd. So when I had the chance to experience Jackson-related odd just outside Chicago a few months ago I took it. There was a lot of hub-di-do about Jackson’s mom, Katherine Jackson, and his three kids, Paris, Prince, and Blanket (!), visiting the late singer’s hometown of Gary, Indiana for a few days during his birthday celebration in August. Oh, even sister La Toya showed up, briefly. There are many in the downtrodden city who believe Jackson’s legacy is going to save the city.

No.

There have long been rumours of an MJ shrine or museum. No. Some have predicated that Jackson’s boyhood home would “become the next Graceland.” No. But let me get into what I started here, and that is the events surrounding the “Goin’ Back to Indiana” Jackson celebration. The weirdness began when Prince and Paris accepted “I Love Gary” T-shirts during a news conference at a city casino while Katherine (fresh off her strange “disappearance” a month earlier) and Blanket secluded themselves in an SUV. Actually, they were all holed up in the SUV and it took the city’s mayor, Karen Freeman-Wilson, to coax out at least the two older children. “The kids are still shy,” she said. “They didn’t grow up in the spotlight.”

Really? Wasn’t one held over a hotel balcony by daddy that was World News No. 1?

A few days later I was at the casino when they held a dinner reception. It was advertised as having Katherine in attendance (she was) along with her children (who weren’t) and I saw one note announcing a La Toya visit (she didn’t). In fact, I think La Toya was long gone by then. She was in town with a reality TV crew. No doubt for an “I’m back home!” scene. Would she had been there without those cameras? Maybe. Probably not.

Anyway. So I ran into a few people at this dinner including a 20-year-girl who drove down from Ohio with her mom hoping to see and maybe meet the Jackson kids. Not gonna happen. I met an MJ impersonator in full character. It was a little spooky, but I will say I bet most of that audience would have preferred to see him perform at that dinner rather than the band that did (and didn’t play any MJ music – which seemed odd).

The next event was a Jackson tribute concert at West Side High School (West Side Theatre Guild). There were supposed to be two shows, one at 4 p.m. and another at 7:30. Tickets ranged from $25 to $50. Paris and Extra‘s Mario Lopez (!!!) were scheduled to host. Well, that didn’t happen. Paris did show, but sat in the audience with her siblings. But let me get back to something here.

Mario Lopez. Mario fucking Lopez. Really? Needless to say, he wasn’t there. Was he ever supposed to be? And who really gives a shit? Event organizers said Saved by The Bell  had a prior engagement. Nevertheless some idiot in there might have traveled from afar to see Mario. It was never explained to the crowd that not only would he not be there, as advertised, but that Paris would not be doing any hosting, as advertised. I even heard some talk that La Toya would perform. Well that was out of the question. I think she was back filming Celebrity Apprentice All-Star Assholes or something.

Let me mention the attendance, or lack off. You see, the 4 p.m. show was long canceled. And I think I know why. This high school auditorium for the one-and-only 7 p.m. show at a high school was at about at 50 percent capacity, maybe less.

About a month or so prior, the Jackson brothers performed nearby at the Star Theatre. From what I heard this was sparsely attended. And here they were, back in their “hometown.” Tickets were being given away for free. I knew one jagbag who attended and said the place was empty. Last year, by the way, the Star, along with its companion hotel, the Radisson (the Chateau Marmont of Northwest Indiana), attempted to sell these MJ celebration packages for several hundred to a thousand or so dollars. And for that you got to see a few local bands and MJ’s third cousin performing, or something to that effect. I don’t think that went over too well. It wasn’t repeated this year.

So does it sound like I’m knocking the Jacksons? Probably. I just think there’s a lack of sincerity here. As one local “bigwig”  told me, if the Jacksons are so interested in their “hometown” (MJ made ONE visit back during his lifetime) then why not put together some cash and build/repair some of the blighted homes in the city, including those neighboring their old house.

I just…when I read about museums and shrines, and “the next Graceland,”  – you don’t hear about some of this other stuff, however petty it seems. I think there are those who  are afraid to cast a negative light on the thing.

A few final thoughts.

Paris might be growing up into a hottie.

I met a family who drove from the East Coast for the festivities. He said at one point they waited outside the Jackson home for a few hours, hoping they would catch a glimpse of Katherine walking out. I didn’t have the heart to tell him they haven’t lived there for decades.

If I had to pick a favourite MJ song, or any Jacksons songs, it would probably be “State of Shock.” An old beastly duet with Mick Jagger.

Have You Seen Iseult?

Posted on October 19, 2012

Have you seen Iseult?

Pretty Irish Girl in Chicago

I thought I knew where every Irish beauty in Chicago was. Digging into my “box of fashion” I came across this gem of a newspaper piece. It’s from the Chicago Sun-Times, and it’s about a few years old when they ran, what I believe where, these random slices of street fashion photography. This one is of Iseult, who according to the caption “has got the pout down.”

It’s kind of like that Sartorialist guy’s blog. I’ve done something similar in the past for journalistic reasons. I’ve also thought about doing something similar for this website, but you know, with that Dodgy bent to it.

But back to Iseult. What a name. Needing a name of an Irish girl for a fiction piece I was working on, I thought about using it. Iseult.

Pronounced ee-solt.

Of debated origin and meaning. Iseult might be derived from the Old High German Isold, a compound name composed of the elements is (ice) and waltan (to rule): hence, “ruler of the ice.” Alternatively, it could be a variant of the Welsh Esyllt (beautiful, fair). The name is borne in medieval legend by an Irish princess who was betrothed to King Mark of Cornwall. Tristram was sent to get her, and, mistakenly drinking from a love potion that was meant for the king, they fell in love with each other

An Irish princess. Right there on Michigan Avenue. All 5 feet 11 inches of her. So I have never seen Iseult. Have you? Do you know what kind of music she listens too? Does she eat fast food? What kind of beer does she like? Would she share a pint? Or is she strictly a red wine gal? There’s not a lot of mystery anymore, with things of this sort. Social media. Iseult, this Iseult, I believe is on Facebook. It certainly looks like her (beautiful, fair). Apparently she is back in Ireland, in Dublin. Her “likes” include the Jonathan Ross show, Trinity College Memes, and I Fucking Love Puns. I’m glad there isn’t more info. Keep it private Iseult. Retain some mystery.

I’ll applaud you from afar.

Best use of a song in a film

Posted on October 11, 2012

Somebody asked me about the lesbian kiss mentioned in the “I’ve Kissed” post a little while back. That story will come. But it got me to thinking about other kisses and what, if any, music accompanied them. Then I thought about the use of particular songs in films. Not necessarily for kissing scenes – just in general. There are those well-known ones (“Sister Christian” in Boogie Nights, etc.) but I’ve focused on what are believe are lesser-known gems. My rule is the song had to play a particular role in the film. It could not just be on the soundtrack. It can’t be a musical. The character(s) know it’s there. They could hear it. They played it. So with a little commentary, here’s the Dodgy list.

“Everybody Knows” – Leonard Cohen     ‘Exotica’

Before she wreaked havoc on The L Word, Mia Kirshner was “a sassy little schoolgirl” stripper in Atom Egoyan’s classic film. The first time she enters the stage to the opening strains of Cohen’s masterpiece is instantly memorable.

“Dreams” – Cranberries     ‘Sound of My Voice’

Brit Marling’s creepy cult leader Maggie says its a song from the future and gets the somewhat confused gang to sing along in one of the many inimitable scenes in this indie gem of a flick.

Sound of My Voice movie

Do I look like Dolores O’Riordan to you?

“Another Night” – Real McCoy     ‘Damsels in Distress’

Maybe I’m just surprised Whit Stillman used this 90s dance song in his flick. But should I be? It’s a great song and a fine one to watch the damsels dance to.

Damsels in Distress movie

About to get their Real McCoy on

“Stripped” – Depeche Mode     ‘Say Anything’

Screw “In Your Eyes” and the boombox. The best use of a song in this film is when some wondrous human being played this cut at that party.

Say Anything

Who played the Depeche Mode song?

  • “Armies of The Night” – Sparks  Fright Night 

If you’re gonna get down with a vampire on the dance floor, what better choice of a song? From the original film.

  • “Rhythm of Time” – Front 242  Single White Female

I think it makes being tied to a chair a little more tolerable. Industrial music represented. On film. Rare.

  •  “Don’t Fear the Reaper” – Blue Oyster Cult  Halloween

A good car song when the Shape is a-followin’ you.

  • “Relax” – Frankie Goes to Hollywood  Body Double

Frankie say “Let’s show up in this movie, during the porn scene.”

  • “Pocket Full of Sunshine” – Natasha Bedingfield  Easy A

Not one of my favorites but it’s kinda cool to watch Emma Stone prance around singing it.