This is a summer of unexpected returns - Donna Summer, Judy Garland (make that highly unexpected returns, in some cases) - but few can be more welcome than that heralded by universal rave reviews in the British press, that of the truly inimitable Grace Jones.
To quote the Telegraph, "When she appeared on stage to open with the thundering Nightclubbing she brought all of the eerie, hollow glamour of the fashion world with her, yet her warmth and loony joie de vivre seeped through in every line... All around the gawping, whistling, cheering Festival Hall was the sense that this is how a star should be. Jones was by turns droll and dismissive. She giggled and then turned away in utter contempt."
"Loony joie de vivre" - now there's something to aim for.
"Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety; other women cloy
The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies; for vilest things
Become themselves in her, that the holy priests
Bless her when she is riggish."
Her infinite variety; other women cloy
The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies; for vilest things
Become themselves in her, that the holy priests
Bless her when she is riggish."
The woman is 60. I'll have what she's having. Corporate Cannibal, her first album since grandpa was a boy, comes out this fall. If you could stand in line at i-Tunes, I'd be there...
love grace.
ReplyDeleteGood news!
ReplyDeleteand I'll have what she's having too...even if it is probably cocaine and Dolph Lungren's blood.