Showing posts with label Olivia Newton-John. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Olivia Newton-John. Show all posts

Monday, 2 January 2023

Neon lights will shine for you

It's the last day of freedom, dear reader. The dust has settled on the remnants of 2022, and we're back to the grind tomorrow. Dammit!

Let's round things off with a cornucopia of choons by some of the less-headline-grabbing artists who departed for (the Dive Bar at) Fabulon last year:

RIP, Jet Black

RIP, Martin Duffy

RIP, Nick Tesco

RIP, Paul Ryder


Never mind "happy" Mondays, I haven't (of course) forgotten that it is a Tacky Music Monday!

So, after all that decent music, let's hand over proceedings to a much more notable diva we also lost last year, with an altogether more cheesy affair:

Hope you're having a restful day...

Saturday, 28 December 2019

Arise...



Among a slew of honours for the great and the good in HM The Queen's New Years Honours list - including Companion of Honour Sir Elton John; Dame Floella Benjamin; Sir Humphrey Burton, Sir Iain Duncan Smith, Sir Clive Lloyd, Sir Sam Mendes, Sir Christopher Hampton; Commanders of the British Empire (CBE) Wendy Craig, Annie Nightingale, Rudolph Walker, Gillian Reynolds and Billy Ocean; Officers of the Order of the British Empire (OBE) Roger Taylor, Nigel Slater, Oz Clarke and June Sarpong; and Members of the Order of the British Empire (MBE) Ainsley Harriott, Gabby Logan, Drek Griffiths and Gok Wan - there is also...

...DAME Olivia Newton-John!!

Magic, indeed.


New Years Honours list on the BBC.

The full honours list on the government website.

Saturday, 25 May 2013

Reach out



Sad news today, as we learn that Olivia Newton-John's sister Rona has lost her battle with brain cancer.

About Rona:
  • She was married to the late Grease star Jeff Conaway ("Kenickie") from 1980 to 1985.
  • She appeared in several TV series including The Benny Hill Show and Gerry Anderson’s UFO, and played "Ty"'s therapist in the movie Sordid Lives.
  • In 1972 Olivia and Rona recorded a duet together Just Us Two.

Here's ONJ singing an appropriate song - the Bacharach & David number Reach Out For Me (sandwiched between some over-acting ladies and what I can only assume is an odd Japanese version of Loose Women):


Rona Newton-John (1943 - 25th May 2013)

Tuesday, 13 November 2012

Oh, the horror...



We're hardly halfway through November and already the dreaded Festering Season has taken over - the shops are a slew of cheap crap tinsel and unfunny cards (although I have so far yet to hear a piped version of Cliff Richard or Slade through a PA system, thankfully), the heteroids are starting to look grimmer than usual as they try and steer their screaming progeny away from the latest wildly expensive "must-have" gadgets and toys filling the shelves, and the musical bandwagon has already started in earnest, as faded former stars start to team up for their tearful Xmas collections, including these...



Rod Stewart has released his first-ever seasonal album Merry Christmas, Baby, featuring a series of duets including Michael Buble on Winter Wonderland.



The formerly cool Cee-Lo Green, not content with also appearing on Mr Stewart's Xmas album, has decided to inflict one of his own on us called CeeLo’s Magic Moment which features duets with The Muppets and Christina Aguilera. I don't know how you'd be able to tell them apart. Possibly by smell.



Just when you thought it was safe, Donny Osmond and Susan Boyle are to release their saccharine duet This Is The Moment from her new album Standing Ovation. My ears are beginning to bleed, but there's more...



As succinctly reviewed by Mike at Pop Trash Addicts, Spice Girls Emma Bunton and Melanie C "have joined forces to record an insanely tragic cover of I Know Him So Well...you need a big voice to pull it off and these sad bitches can barely hold a note between them."



And as if the tragi-comedy couldn't get any more horrifying, none other than "not gay at all" John Travolta and his unfeasibly odd hair have teamed up with the heavily Polyfilla-ed Olivia Newton John for an album of "classics" This Christmas. I've just puked in the mince pies...

Suffice to say I won't be buying any of them.

Roll on January.

Bah Humbug.

Tuesday, 28 August 2012

Now if you'll PLEASE excuse me... I have a show to do!



"I think I am going to explode at any minute if any more shit hits the fan today!" - Latrelle Williamson

At our friends Joe and Russ's barbeque on Sunday, Joe decided - being from Hicksville, USA stock himself - the best way to round off the evening was to treat us to a showing of the cult movie Sordid Lives, Del Shores's semi-autobiographical tale of dreadful family goings-on in Texas as the clan gathers for the funeral of the matriarch, starring Olivia Newton-John [yes!], Bonnie Bedelia, Kirk Geiger, Beau Bridges, Delta Burke, Ann Walker, Beth Grant and Leslie Jordan.

The absolute epitome of "trailer-trash" movies (originally a play - and with its "soap opera" scenarios, this is apparent), we the audience are hilariously thrust into the position of "fly-on-the-wall" observers in the domestic situations of these monsters - the trailer park where daughters Latrelle (Miss Bedelia) and LaVonda (Miss Walker) battle (over the dressing of the corpse with a fox stole in mid-summer), with Aunt Sissy (Miss Grant) holding them apart while trying (unsuccessfully) to give up smoking; the sleazy bar and its sleazy patrons (among whom is Miss Newton-John as a dykey country singer!); and the psychiatric institution in which the dead mother had placed her son for "de-homosexualisation" (“It ain't a-workin!”). But what characters and situations they are!

Not only do we know that the central character Ty (Latrelle's hunky son, played by Mr Geiger) is already in therapy as he prepares to go back home for the first time and face his awful mother as an out-gay man, but we also find that one of the bar patrons (GW, played by Mr Bridges) was having an illicit affair with the late matriarch, who died tripping over his wooden legs in a motel room. If that wasn't enough, his wronged wife (the pill-popping Noleta, played by Miss Burke) is best friend of the slightly crazy LaVonda - and the revenge they exact on the errant husband and his friends at the bar (in the style of Thelma and Louise) is a treat.

Best of all among these unhinged individuals is the fantabulosa "Brother Boy" (played with lipstick-smacking relish by that camp genius Leslie Jordan), who has spent the last 23 years of his incarceration in the aforementioned institution perfecting his tacky tribute act to Tammy Wynette, and persistently (to the frustration of the psychotic psychiatrist Dr Eve, played by Rosemary Alexander, who wants write a book on it and appear on Oprah) resisting all attempts to cure him of being a "home-o-sexual"!

There's more, but you'd need to see the movie for that. So much more, in fact, that the play/movie spawned a short-lived TV series that aimed to tell the story before the film's events took place - with the magnificent (and sadly-missed) Rue McLanahan as Mother! Here's just a small sample of the wonders to behold...



This was the first time I had ever seen this movie, although Joe has raved about it for ages, and I must admit I can see its camp appeal. Much in the same vein as the cult Aussie sitcom Kath & Kim, however, you really have to throw yourself into this bizarre (and alien) mindset in order to really appreciate every nuance.

And much in the same vein as other more obvious classics like To Wong Foo, Sordid Lives has taken on a life of its own as fodder for many participation parties (where the audience recites the lines) in gay bars in the US. I can just hear them now...

  • Dr. Eve: "You have got to get over this Tammy Wynette fixation!"
    Brother Boy: "Well, someone's got to carry on her legacy now that she's gone!"
    Dr. Eve: "You've been doing this for twenty-three years! What was your excuse before she died?"
    Brother Boy: "My mind's a blank."
  • Sissy: "I don't care, quite frankly! I am tryin' to quit smokin'! And the two of you are gettin' on my nerves!"
  • Brother Boy: "I think you are just an evil, bitter OLD, alcoholic sex FIEND who needs therapy yourself!"
  • Sissy: "Good Lawd Latrelle. Don't you know better than to sneak up on someone when they're tawkin' to a corpse?"
  • Brother Boy: "Now if you'll PLEASE excuse me... I have a show to do!"

Seeing this film was truly an mind-boggling experience - I recommend you try it!

Sordid Lives official website

Monday, 5 March 2012

Hair, Teeth and Tits



I am back to work today after a rather fab two weeks off. It is a bit of a jolt to the system, to say the least...

Let's not be too despondent, for tonight we're off to see a new production at the Menier Chocolate Factory of Abigail's Party, which should be fab.

It is also the 54th anniversary of the birth of the dearly-missed Andy Gibb. Hence this Tacky Music Monday let's feature a real spectacular, from Olivia Newton-John's 1970s TV show - with not just the lovely Andy and his spray-on trousers, but also ABBA!

Twenty minutes of rare TV heaven...


This segment was painstakingly remastered by a man who actually worked on the show, so is quite a find.

Enjoy!

Tuesday, 25 January 2011

A weakling, weighing ninety-eight pounds, will get sand in his face when kicked...to the ground



He'll do press-ups and chin-ups
Do the snatch, clean and jerk
He thinks dynamic tension
Must be hard work...

Spurious excuse for a beefcake video, #457 in a series...

On hearing the news today of the death (aged 96) of a certain Mr Jack LaLanne, pioneer of gyms and fitness clubs across America (a bit of a failure one suspects, judging by the huge numbers of obese people that country harbours!), there is only one thing I could post to be honest! ..

Enjoy!


Jack LaLanne obituary on the BBC

Wednesday, 24 September 2008

Hopelessly devoted



I can't believe she's sixty years old this week!

I was a fan of Olivia Newton-John from a very young age. For some reason, the budding drama queen in me took to this smiley blonde Country singer - despite her unhealthy association with Cliff Richard - and I loved her melodramatic and sentimental songs such as Take Me Home Country Roads and Sam. [I know, forgive me, I was only a child - and I hadn't discovered Dolly Parton yet...]

As a teenager I was shocked and amazed when she was cast as Sandy in the blockbuster Grease alongside a much newer crush of mine John Travolta [it was the infamous black pants scene in Saturday Night Fever I think...]. Surely she was too old to play a teenage virgin? How would her sugar-sweet vocals cope with a pop musical? The rest, as they say, is history.

Slightly less believable was her progress from Grease onwards - I mean, no-one could quite understand the popularity of Physical (apart from the sweaty men in the video). And what the hell was Xanadu all about?

Nowadays these lumps of kitsch are regarded as camp classics (or as Deep Dish calls Xanadu - "one of those Bad Movies We Love"), and slowly but surely Olivia Newton-John has entered the "gay icon" category - albeit at the lower end of the scale. Her self-mocking humour, the right level of tragedy in her life (breast cancer), and her penchant for rhinestones and younger men are all things we latch onto when choosing our divas, after all.

She sort of acknowledged this status in 2000 when she took the part of a faded lesbian singer in the film Sordid Lives, and she performed at the LA Gay Pride event this year...

I think I still have a soft spot for her.




Guess mine is not the first heart broken
My eyes are not the first to cry
I'm not the first to know
There's just no getting over you

You know I'm just a fool who's willing
To sit around and wait for you
But, baby, can't you see
There's nothing else for me to do?
I'm hopelessly devoted to you

But now there's nowhere to hide
Since you pushed my love aside
I'm out of my head
Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you

My head is saying, "Fool, forget him."
My heart is saying, "Don't let go.
Hold on till the end."
And that's what I intend to do
I'm hopelessly devoted to you

But now there's nowhere to hide
Since you pushed my love aside
I'm out of my head
Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you


Olivia Newton-John official website