Thursday, February 09, 2006

Sly O'Bedlam

In fact, there's a lot to talk about. For instance, Sly Stone appeared on the Grammy Awards last night, first public performance in 17 years. He was resplendent in a 2 foot tall golden mohawk, gold lame capecoat, an enormous white belt buckle with the word SLY wriggling across it, and a nasty case of osteoperosis. Or maybe it was just evidence of the pressure he probably put on himself, the pressure that led him to abandon the Family Stone in 1975 or so, that seems to have turned him into some sort of Funk Golem. He still had a voice, and when he took care to actually use it on a few lyrics, it was almost frighteningly on key, piercing and direct. But those moments were few and he left the stage before the song was even over. Perhaps he made an early exit after realizing he'd been tricked into sharing the stage with some of the flimsiest pop performers this world has ever known. Having Maroon 5 and Joss Stone sing an ear-splittingly forced medley of your tunes is no way to make a comeback. I hope the whole experience acts as some sort of inspiration for him to take another stab at re-entering the world, but on his own terms.

New York city is finally cold again thank god, proper winter weather making me feel a lot less like the apocalypse is waiting for me in the elevator. Doesn't Shakespeare always foreshadow tragedy with odd climatological change? Poor Sly, get thee to the hovel.