This is one of those Madonna songs I’ve really liked over the years. It went to #3 on the US Charts in the fall of 1986 and scored a number one in the UK around the same time frame.
Let’s see. There was an eclipse on Sunday night and/or Monday morning for most of North America and Europe.
A song with “Eclipse” in the title hit the top of the US charts 32 years ago today. But topping the dance charts that same day for the second straight week (combined with another one of her early hits: “Holiday”) was this breakthrough hit by then 25 year old Madonna Louise Ciccone, who was just beginning to burst on to the scene. We all better know her by simply her first name: Madonna.
More blog entries coming soon! Right now, I kind of feel like the late Casey Kasem. Keep your feet on the ground…
I heard thru the modern day Grapevine that is Facebook that Nicki Minaj and Miley Cyrus had an argument were dissing each other at last night’s Video Music Awards hosted by MTV.
Remember when the VMA’s used to be actually hip and trendy, and classy all at the same time?
Can’t say I totally detest the raunchiness. I was listening to Madonna debuting “Like A Virgin” on the 1984 VMA’s simulcasted over Q-105 here in Tampa. I remember thinking to myself, give this song a few weeks and it will go to the top of the Billboard charts, which it did by the end of the year.
Now a days, it seems like the music business is all about getting over other artists, by any means necessary. That’s why you see Miley Cyrus naked or semi-naked on the Internet every time you turn around. That’s why you see violence at some of these award shows.
I miss the days where everybody could just appreciate the artistry. Those days are long gone.
Picked this one this week in honor of Lauren Bacall, who was the last “icon” of the 16 mentioned in this song left alive, up until this Tuesday past.
It’s also by far my favorite Madonna song.
Have a nice weekend, folks. I’ll still be blogging away…
It’s the second Saturday of January, 2012. In my world, that means only one thing, an appointment with the television at 4:30 to watch two NFL playoff games.
For those who don’t know, 32 teams start the NFL season every September. Unless a franchise moves, it’s the same 32 teams every year. No promotion or relegation like you see in soccer all over the world. They play 16 games over 17 weeks in eight divisions spanning two conferences. The eight division winners based on record (if teams are tied for a playoff spot, there’s a tiebreaker procedure to decide the better team) join four more teams, two in each conference with the best records that did NOT win the division (called wild cards) to make the 12 team playoff field.
Of those 12 teams, only one can be the Super Bowl champion a given year. The remaining 11 teams consider themselves lucky to have had such a good season. So I think of those 11 teams as great actors taking a curtain call.
This week, the eight teams left are reduced to four. The week after this, those four are reduced to the two teams that play in the Super Bowl two weeks later.
The Super Bowl has gotten so big that the promotion for it doesn’t seem to speak of the two teams that will be playing. There’s usually a large performance by a popular rock artist or performer at an extended halftime intermission. This year in Indianapolis, the 1980’s pop starlet Madonna performs. It’s like the Super Bowl takes a back seat to the rock concert in the middle of the game.
Me? I just like a good football game.