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Bottom Feeders: The Ass End of the ’80s, Part 69 (Heh, Heh)

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This is one of the very few places where I can make a statement like “I was so excited to find a near-mint copy of the Electric Dreams soundtrack” and get reactions other than people calling me a dork under their breath.

There’s this very cool shop in Reading, Pennsylvania, called Vertigo Music that’s run by this cool indie girl (one day I’ll ask her her name so that I can stop saying, “You know … that store with the cool indie girl”). I stop by on many of my trips to that area. She’s got a nice pile of one-dollar records, and the better albums are very reasonably priced. A few weeks ago I located the soundtrack I mentioned above for $8, which to me is a steal for something I don’t think I’d ever seen before. I also was able to pick up the Nails’ Mood Swings (featuring their only hit, “88 Lines About 44 Women”), another album I’d been searching for a long time.

I mention this for two reasons. The first is because I know you’ll understand my excitement in finding two albums I’ve wanted in my collection forever. No one else really does, to be honest. Second, I feel the need to let the world know about this place. In my area, just finding a record store is difficult, but when you walk into one that’s clean, inviting, well organized, and has a great selection of music without being overwhelming … well, it begs some attention. I’m assuming she does more business through her Gemm site than in-store, but if you’re ever in Reading, you should definitely stop in and check it out. The world needs more of these types of record stores.

Anyway, how about some more songs from artists whose names begin with the letter P, as we take a look at the bottom feeders — songs that charted at #41 or lower — from the Billboard Hot 100 chart during the 1980s.

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Unsolicited Career Advice for… Michael Jackson

Seems Uncle Donnie has recently taken a shine to the King of Pop; this particular missive was near the top of the Skwatzenschitz archive.  MJ could do worse than follow some of the advice therein; then again, he could also almost assuredly do better. —RS

TO: Michael Jackson
FROM: Don Skwatzenschitz
RE: Career advice

Mike, I gotta tell ya, Mitzi and I were at this party up in the Berkshires last weekend (the weather was gorgeous, and the place we stayed had a slide that emptied out into a hot tub.  Amazing.  You should consider it sometime—the kids would love it), and the damnedest thing happened.  It was pretty quiet—you know, little hors d’oeuvres, sparkly drinks, polite conversation, and the like—until somebody had the khutspe to ask the string quartet to play “Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough.” You should have seen it, Mike.  Eighty-year-old women and their grandkids, bustin’ moves all over the place—and this is without a backbeat!  It was a skirt-hikin’ good time.

Got me to thinking how perfect the timing is now for you to make a comeback.  All the legal shit is behind you by a couple years, and the memory (not to mention the attention span) of the public is notoriously short.  The kids who bought Thriller have kids of their own now, so your audience is at least two generations deep, and most of them never heard Invincible when it was out, so the stink of that one probably won’t cling to you.  Here are some things I think you should do:

  • Stay away from the following things: children, Elizabeth Taylor, Saudi princes, monkeys, hyperbaric sleep chambers, your brothers (Jermaine is jer-messed up, Mike.  Well, somebody had to tell you), boy bands, British press, 60 Minutes, the LAPD, Liza Minnelli, Lisa Marie, any giant likenesses of yourself, antique stores, and Debbie Rowe.  These things always seem to get you into trouble, Mike. (more…)

Cutouts Gone Wild!: Pointer Sisters, “Hot Together” (1986)


Pointer Sisters – Hot Together (1986)
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To my generation, the Pointer Sisters were an act that leapt fully formed out of the Beverly Hills Cop soundtrack; we knew their mid ’80s hits, from that album and 1983’s genre-crushing bajillion-seller Break Out, but we had no idea that, by the time that album was released, the Sisters had been making music — and hit songs — for a decade. (Not that we would have known what to do with their early records even if we’d heard them; for Izod-sporting New Edition fans, the comedown from “Neutron Dance” to “Yes We Can Can” might have been significant.)

Anyway, the point is this: By 1986, the Pointers were all but finished as recording artists of any commercial significance — a harsh, undignified end to a recording career whose momentum was built as slowly and savvily as anyone could have hoped or planned. Coming a mere three years after Break Out’s release (and only two years after its singles were all over the charts), Hot Together was essentially a non-starter. Sure, it peaked in the Top 40 (barely) and spun off a medium-sized R&B hit in “Goldmine” (download), but these were whimpers from an act that had recently seemed unstoppable.

What gives? Does Hot Together suck? Much as I’d love to say yes — these posts are always so much more fun to write when there’s snark to be had — it really doesn’t. It isn’t what you’d call a distinguished record (egad, just look at that cover), but the Sisters and producer Richard Perry knew exactly what they were doing, and the players — including Nathan East, Glen Ballard, Jeff Lorber, and Robbie Nevil — were session aces. Songs like “All I Know Is the Way I Feel” (download) and “Sexual Power” (download) might not show the trio at its absolute best, but for ’80s R&B, you can’t ask for much more.

I think it’s R&B itself that was the problem, actually. Every genre is a harsh mistress, when you get right down to it, but R&B and hip-hop careers tend to run hot and cold faster than most, and those musical forms allow for reinvention less often than rock & roll. By the time Hot Together came out, kids were hearing the first strains of New Jack Swing, and acts like the Pointer Sisters seemed quaint by comparison. More importantly, they couldn’t adapt to the new trends without sounding awkward (as subsequent releases would prove, painfully and irrefutably).

This post wouldn’t be complete without a Pinball Number Count video:

…or a link to Jason’s infamous “Mr. Pointer” gag. But that’s really all I’m going to say about the Pointer Sisters. Their story gets sad (and sadder) from here on out, and I’d rather remember them half-clothed in a shower stall (except for Ruth — she scares me) than talk about what came next. (If you’re curious, the Pointers’ Wikipedia entry is impressively comprehensive.)