Showing posts with label Todrick Hall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Todrick Hall. Show all posts

Saturday, 15 June 2024

Hot choons for a drab summer

The weather today is truly schizophrenic - one minute warm (if breezy) sunshine, thunderstorms the next... I was hoping to get some pottering done in the extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers - there are more small plants that need "potting on", and I want to move some pots around, to shift ones that have gone over out of the way and give prominence to some specimens that will keep the show going during what laughingly passes for "summer" - but it seems like every time I set foot outside, it goes dark again.

How about a selection of "newer" music that has caught my ear of late, to take our minds off it?!

Here's something that is indeed brand new, or is it? It's got a really familiar 80s vibe, and sounds like something else - but I can't quite put my finger on what:

A very welcome return to form for our Patron Saint of Tortured Torch Songs Mr Marc Almond - covering a Northern Soul [of course!] song I featured here back in February:

To my ear, this one sound like something Kylie might have thrown out during her time with Roc Nation - yet The Guardian's Barbara Ellen gushingly described it as the "song of the summer". We'll be the judge of that! The video's rather hot, however:

Speaking of hot... Veering off into Gay Pimp or Cazwell territory, Mr Todrick Hall's back - and he's on heat! [Thanks to Mistress Maddie for this one.]:

Another one that reminds me of something else [Format B - Chunky, as featured here, perhaps?] - here's yet another irresistibly catchy number from Monsieur Guetta:

Calming things down a tad, here's the beautiful new one from Pet Shop Boys, with Mr Tennant in a very retrospective mood indeed:

And, saving the best to last - memorably summed up by a commenter as "Eliza Day got resurrected and rode off into the sunset" - here's Our (aforementioned) Princess Kylie, in an inspired duet with a gay cowboy!

As ever, dear reader. let me know your thoughts...

Saturday, 16 December 2023

C'mon Barbie, Let's Go Party!

We're off to celebrate Our Sal's birthday tonight, at her pub The Shaston Arms off Carnaby Street. If she can leave Ryan Gosling alone long enough, of course...

Time to revisit a quirky little number I discovered earlier this year, by way of a celebration, methinks!

Now, time to go and get sequinned-up...

Wednesday, 12 April 2023

The Spring collection

It's been a hectic few days!

On Saturday, a smattering of "Our Gang" gathered for the first time in ages at The Perseverance pub off Great Ormond Street for another "Film Club" evening, then on Easter Sunday Madam Arcati and I took Baby Steve and Houseboy Alex to Kew Gardens (a first for Steve, and Alex hadn't been since he was a little kid) to see it in its Spring magnificence!

No sooner did we get back home, but I was off with them back to Braintree - and spent a happy (if miserably wet and windy) couple of days touring the numerous garden centres and nurseries up and down the county. I came back last night on National Express (in total it took four hours from being dropped off at the airport to getting home!), laden with a haul of twenty-seven new plants - 22 of them fuchsias! Phew.

How about a little selection of newer music that has caught my ear of late, to ease the aches and pains..?

Let's start out a bit classy, shall we, with a first-time collaboration between two favourite vocalists here at Dolores Delargo Towers:

Time to crank it up a little, with this jolly little number:

Miss Ware says "it's time to shake it 'til the pearls fall", and who are we to argue?

Could this one sound more Eighties if it tried?

Dame Sophie of the Ellis-Bextors' recent single from her new album Hana is a joy:

Speaking of joy, this is one I've brought back with me from Braintree, where we certainly did whoop with joy when we discovered it!

As ever, dear reader, let me know your thoughts...

Sunday, 4 July 2021

Então vem cá e me abraça

Time, once again, for a little selection of newer music that has caught my ear of late...

First up, as the Government and the NHS make a final push to get the majority of adults across the UK to get their COVID jab, they've brought in some of the "big guns" of the theatrical world - including Jim Broadbent, Sir Derek Jacobi, the lovely Russell Tovey and former Girls Aloud singer Nicola Roberts - to assist:


[Also available to download from the GOV.UK website.]

Here's a jolly little number I discovered courtesy of the faboo Ana Matronic's "Dance Devotion" show on BBC Radio 2:

This young chap has a fine set of pipes - and he's getting "high" in Soho:

I was so thrilled to "rediscover" the talents of Miss Gaby Amarantos back in May, I just had to feature some more of her this time around! Ah, sunshine...

Unsurprisingly, the next artist caught my eye as much as my ear - fancy a funk with him?

Now for something completely different... A musical interpretation of Saint Vitus Dance, anyone? That'll do nicely!

Finally, a house favourite here at Dolores Delargo Towers is paying due homage to the Weather Girls, it seems:

Faboo!

As ever, let me know your thoughts, dear reader.


STOP PRESS:

Courtesy of Madam Arcati...

THIS!

Wow.

Tuesday, 29 December 2020

Songs of the Year, Part 2

There are very few certainties in life, but when it comes down to musical tastes, dear reader, you can be absolutely sure that no list of my "favourites" will ever include: whining gits like Ed Sheeran, Lewis Capaldi or Coldplay; nor urban/rap/grime/whatever-the-latest-term-is for the likes of Stormzy, Drake, Megan Thee Stallion and so on; nor wibblers like Rihanna or Ariana or their newer competitors in the "ear-bleed" stakes; nor will there be much in the way of Country or Rock. No Taylor "Gwyneth Paltrow-lookey-likey" Swift, nor Harry Styles, Justin "somebody smack him" Bieber or the GaGa creature. Nor Captain Tom Moore.

Artists who did "tickle my fancy" during 2020 included Róisín Murphy, Shapeshifters, Jess Glynne, Doja Cat, Dua Lipa (well, one of hers, anyhow), Jaxx Jones and Martin Solveig - all featured (or linked to), among others, in Part 1 of this personal year-end round-up... 

...and this lot!

Without further ado, here in Part 2 - these are the songs that I loved the most in 2020.

First up, a song that has had not one, not two, but three iterations in a matter of eighteen months - not least the Xmas version I featured here. However, this was the one that made me laugh out loud (and lord knows we needed it this year):

From laughter to tears. A superbly-arranged collaboration between some very big names indeed (to raise funds for Children In Need); you'd have to have a heart of stone not to be moved by this one...

Changing the mood completely, despite the fact that (like just about everything) the Eurovision Song Contest was cancelled in 2020, this song - which indubitably would have won - remains an exercise in pure, understated genius:

What's this? Two bites of the cherry for "Little Miss Weeknd-without-an-e"? Yes. I adored this song for the whole of lockdown #1, and I love it still:

Our beloved Patron Saint of Belting Dame Shirley Bassey apparently hung up her sparkly frocks for the last time in November with a "farewell" album, much to our dismay - but from it came a boppy little number that has been receiving quite a bit of airplay on BBC Radio 2 ever since:

Speaking of Patron Saints and Divas, Kylie exploded back into our lives with her DISCO album, from which came first the sublime Say Something - and then, this!

Ramping up the camp-with-a-capital-C (as only they can), 2020 was also a busy year for the fantabulosa Steps, who released a couple of genuine earworms, Something In Your Eyes and, from the album of the same name, this house favourite here at Dolores Delargo Towers:

And finally, if there is to be an end-point, a pinnacle, a crescendo for such a list of remarkable numbers from an otherwise benighted year - here is the "Queen of the Lockdown" herself, with not only a brilliant cover of an all-time camp classic, but also with a poignant video that just about sums up our feelings about this "year of shuttered venues". Let's hope that by this time next year, we'll have a had few happier times on a dance-floor somewhere...

As always, let me know your thoughts, my leetle chums!

Saturday, 19 December 2020

Ho-ho-ho for me, ho for me, ho

Bah Humbug. We in London are now in a new "Tier 4", which basically means that anyone who left it till the last minute to buy presents from Primark or similar won't now be able to, as they'll be closed, along with hairdressers and other "non-essential" shops. No-one's now allowed to go and visit anyone anyway to exchange gifts, so it won't make a lot of difference. However, prompted by the efforts of Dinahmow and IDV, I have a managed to gather few prezzies together for all my regular Blogger chums...

For Mr Device - well it was obvious, really:

For Ms Scarlet, who has always fancied herself as Clara Bow, this:

For Dinah-Down-Under...

For the perpetually sexually frustrated Mistress Maddie, a PPE-wrapped and certified COVID-safe hunk of totty:

For Anne-Marie (hopefully they're big enough)...

For Norma and all her pooches:

And speaking of pets, a joint present for Mr Peenee and Saki...

Mitzi might get her maid-of-all-works Carmen to make this:

For the ever-vigilant grammarian Cool Cookie:

For Savvy:

And last but not least, for The Very Mistress MJ - her favourite kind of baubles...


[click to embiggen]

For anybody else I have missed, there's a choice of this...

...or this:

And finally - here's SANTA!

Now, back to being a Grinch.

Wednesday, 13 May 2020

Quarantine Queens


Snap for me, Bea, snap!

An important public service announcement from... Todrick Hall:


"Febreze for me, Febreze!"

Brilliant!

[The original may be found here...]

Friday, 25 October 2019

Okay dolls, y'all know what time it is



Another long, dark, dismal week is crawling its way to its conclusion, and - despite the general murk and tiresome steamed-up commuting - we need to get ourselves in the mood for a party...

A few weeks ago, the lovely AyeMatey at Mean Dirty Pirate blog featured a most magnificent pick-me-up that should do the trick! Mr Todrick Hall, a name with which I was previously unfamiliar, is apparently an alumnus of American Idol. He's over here in Blighty next month, to join the West End production of Chicago as "Billy Flynn" - but somehow I doubt his performance will include a production number as camp as this!

All together, now... Thank Disco It's Friday!


Nails, hair, hips, heels
Ass fat, lips real
Purse full, big bills
Bitch I'mma big deal
Legs, legs, face, eyes
Thin waist, thick thighs
You, me, you wish
New phone, who this?
Pussy puss, puss, give them cunt, cunt, cunt bitch
Mama, yes, god then you pop that tongue bitch
This whole club is my runway, run bitch
Y'all five, four, three, twos, I'm a one bitch

Girl, what did that girl just say, girl?
Ooh Girl, I don't dance
I work (work), I don't play
I slay (slay), I don't walk

I strut, strut, strut and then sashay (okay)
But I don't work for free (no)
No, that's not the tea, hunty (no ma'm)
So make it rain on me (me)

And I might let you see
What you gonna let them see?

My nails, hair, hips, heels
Nails, hair, hips, heels
Nails, hair, hips, heels
Nails, hair, hips, heels

My nails, hair, hips, heels
Nails, hair, hips, heels
Nails, hair, hips, heels
Nails, hair, hips, heels

Head, shoulders, knees, toes
Don't know these hoes
Face, lips, eyes, nose
Camera, click, we pose

Beat mug, limp wrists
V.I.P list
Wave, wave, blow a kiss
I'm that bitch, sis'

Left, right, left, right, left with a spin bitch
Where's my sash and crown, 'cause I win bitch
I'm so fab, I'm gone with the wind bitch
Y'all six, seven, eight, nines, I'm a ten bitch

Girl, what did that girl just say, girl?
Ooh Girl, I don't dance
I work (work), I don't play
I slay (slay), I don't walk

I strut, strut, strut and then sashay (okay)
But I don't work for free (no)
No, that's not the tea, hunty (no ma'm)
So make it rain on me (me)

And I might let you see
What you gonna let them see?

My nails, hair, hips, heels
Nails, hair, hips, heels
Nails, hair, hips, heels
Nails, hair, hips, heels

My nails, hair, hips, heels
Nails, hair, hips, heels
Nails, hair, hips, heels
Nails, hair, hips, heels

Okay dolls, y'all know what time it is, come on
Everybody on the floor, everybody on the floor
Now I want you to stretch out those arms, stretch out those legs
Stretch out that wrist, stretch out that weave
I don't want to see you dance
I want to see you work, come on

Drop for me, drop for me, drop
Drop for me, drop for me, drop
Drop for me, drop for me, drop
Drop for me, drop for me, drop

Tongue pop for me, pop for me, pop
Tongue pop for me, pop for me, pop
Tongue pop for me, pop for me, pop
Tongue pop for me, pop for me, pop

Pose for me, pose for me, pose
Pose for me, pose for me, pose
Pose for me, pose for me, pose
Pose for me, pose for me, pose

Now blink for these, blink for these, hoes
Blink for these, blink for these, hoes
Blink for these, blink for these, hoes
Blink for these, blink for these, hoes

Twirl for me, twirl for me, twirl
Twirl for me, twirl for me, twirl
Twirl for me, twirl for me, twirl
Twirl for me, twirl for me, twirl

Say girl for me, girl for me, girl
Say girl for me, girl for me, girl
Say girl for me, girl for me, girl (Hahahahaha)
Say girl for me, girl for me, girl (Yes honey!)

Now snap for me, snap for me, snap
Snap for me, snap for me, snap
Snap for me, snap for me, snap (Ohhh snap, crackle, pop, bitch)
Snap for me, snap for me, snap

Now clap for me, clap for me, clap
Clap for me, clap for me, clap
Clap for me, clap for me, clap
Clap for me, clap for me, clap

Give trade for me, trade for me, trade
Trade for me, trade for me, trade
Trade for me, trade for me, trade
Trade for me, trade for me, trade

Throw shade for me, shade for me, shade (Oohhh)
Shade for me, shade for me, shade (Girl)
Throw shade for me, shade for me, shade (I heard)
Shade for me, shade for me, shade (She said)

Now, fan for me, fan for me, fan
Fan for me, fan for me, fan
Fan for me, fan for me, fan
Fan for me, fan for me, fan

Shablam for me, shablam for me, shablam
Shablam for me, shablam for me, shablam
Shablam for me, shablam for me, shablam
Shablam for me, shablam for me, shablam

That's all
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha


Indeed.

Have a great weekend, dear reader - and "snap for me, snap for me, snap!"