On the 20th anniversary, here's how all-star women came together for a concert extravaganza filled with as much drama as there was glory.
[Click here to listen to Georgica Pond on Spotify.] Joanna says she and Chip can't get enough of the singers' new album. Today
Just two years after immigrating to the United States, Cuban born, and Venezuelan raised, Maria Conchita Alonso, made her
Natalie Cole often told me that she liked to sing "with a smile in my voice." Not long before she died, she mentioned what she wanted her epitaph to be. She captured herself with impressive economy: "Natalie Cole: the daughter of a king, the mother of a prince, a friend to all."
Today, nearly everyone knows the words to "It's Raining Men" -- especially within the LGBT community. While the song's authors might have predicted its lasting impact, particularly on gay audiences, vocalist Martha Wash certainly never did. In fact, she admits The Weather Girls didn't even want to sing it!
Unlike much of what came to be lumped under E.D.M. -- frequently playing to feelings like anger and alienation -- dance-pop was, like disco itself, meant to evoke happy, fun, cathartic feelings.
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When you look at current technologies, are there moments for you as a producer when you look back at your earlier records with Donna Summer, Blondie or David Bowie and others and say, "I wish we'd had this technology back then"?
Living with MS, a progressive illness, has forced me to accept sudden changes in life that are not always easy or pleasant to deal with. Accepting and loving myself -- overcoming fear, embarrassment and self-consciousness -- was a significant milestone for me.
Studio 54 boasts a legacy of irreverence. The opera house turned television studio turned disco club became one of the sexiest venues in New York City during the '70s, kenneling the coolest cats in the country.
Paul sat me right next to Donna, who treated me immediately like an old friend. In that very moment I stopped caring about what my boss would say, because in that second, and perhaps for the first time in my life, I felt exponentially less terrible about being me.
I've been thinking a lot about Barbra Streisand lately as -- incredibly -- the legend is once again in the thick of today's conversation of current pop culture. Here's where I'll happily go out on a limb: Barbra Streisand is the world's last superstar still with us.
Oklahoma State Representative Sally Kern (R) has introduced a bill to officially change the name of the state from Oklahoma to Okernhoma. Kern stated, "By putting my name in the state's name, the people in our great state will be reminded that my opinions are more important than any one person's individual rights."
It seems like there are more people to draw now than ever. There's an endless stream of people who want to claim icon status today and that's more difficult now because there are so many forums to be considered famous in.
What do Donna Summer classics like Bad Girls, I Feel Love and MacArthur Park have to do with 90s horror movies like Scream and I Know What You Did Last Summer?
A mixture of folk, pop and soul, Johnnyswim can't be neatly packaged into one genre of music. But their sound has been compared to bands such as The Civil Wars (their earlier, happy days, of course), and it may even be suggested that their vocals closely resemble what Lauryn Hill and John Mayer might sound like if they recorded together.
So, who are Johnnyswim? Great songwriters, for one. Their EP's title track and "Home" are sweetly intense his-and-hers stories set to grooves which are not easily pigeonholed.
If Nick Drake, Alan Parsons Project and M83 spawned a child raised on a healthy diet of Prince, Alfred Hitchcock, and classic science fiction films, it would be something resembling Shyboy.
Maybe the reason I'm wanting to channel my inner Donna Summer is that I've been on a week-long marathon of Orange Is the New Black. It's so thrilling to watch women chew up the scenery and be funny and crazy and silly and insane and wild and tough and every freaking shade a woman can be.
Everything about Charleston's Spoleto Festival spells summer to a born-and-bred South Carolinian like me: Seersucker. Symphonies. Sopranos. Sweat!