02/29/2016

Welcome, Gentle Reader(s). As I’m sure you’re very well aware, my last Matador Playlist featuring live (sort of) Grammy Awards blogging went down like a House On Fire so I’m doing again it for the Oscars! Well, to be honest, ‘House On Fire’ might be gilding the lily… ‘House With The Heat Turned Up A Bit Too High’ might be more accurate. Or ‘House With Something On The Stove’? Perhaps ‘House With Something Warming In A Toaster Oven’? Well, you get the picture…   It’s the red carpet pre-show show. Michael Strahan appears backstage at the Oscars wearing one white glove. A spontaneous Michael Jackson tribute? No, apparently it’s so that he can handle an actual Oscar award without besmirching its gold plated magnificence as he chats with the representatives from Pricewaterhouse-Cooper, one of whom (as Strahan notes) looks quite a bit like Matt Damon (with a case of rosacea). Once again, the red carpet features a perky blonde woman (Lara Spencer) towering over an array of much shorter men and women. No, Sylvester Stallone is not standing in a trench. Neither is the diminutive Kevin Hart.   Michael Strahan appears again, sans white glove, with the perpetually stunning Charlize Theron in a fire engine red sheath dress with a plunging neckline. She says the best thing about the Oscars are the backstage hamburgers. Okay, now I’m hungry. Russell Crowe and Ryan Gosling are next to be cornered by Strahan, engaging in some awkward sports analogies and ribbing of one another. Russell says ‘Just go with it, man.’ Strahan seems a bit jittery.   Robin Roberts is at the front of the hall with Mark Ruffalo and his lovely wife—the deep plunging neckline seems to be de rigueur tonight and I, for one, have no problem with that. While discussing the film ‘Spotlight’ Mark Ruffalo invokes ‘fellow liberals’ and Robin Roberts can’t end the segment quickly enough. The ‘L’ word! Gadzooks!   Okay, here we go.
02/16/2016

This eagerly anticipated installment of the one-and-only Matador Playlist blogg represents an excursion into unexplored and potentially exciting terrain, Gentle Reader(s): Live (sort of) blogiating from the 58th Annual Grammy Awards, presented on the Tiffany Network, CBS, this very evening. The Grammys are usually held on a Sunday but considering that yesterday was both Valentine's Day and the night that new episodes of Downton Abbey air, the brain trust behind the primo music awards ceremony decided not to compete with the distractions of unbridled shagging that Downton Abbey inevitably inspires and put the Grammys off to the following night. The Dowager Countess of Grantham would doubtlessly approve.   Okay, here we go.
02/11/2016

An election year in the U.S. of A.: A depressing scenario even in the most favorable of circumstances. Election years are the ones when all the crazies not only come tumbling of the American political closet but then parade about waving their crazy banners and proclaiming an alarming assortment of mind-bending agendas to the bafflement and horror of not only their more levelheaded countrymen but the world at large. It's like spending four years peeping through the curtains at your mildly alarming neighbors only to find them rallying in the front yard one morning, heavily armed and proclaiming allegiance to vague, deranged notions regarding the Second Amendment, 'Winning,' racist immigration policies and returning America to some imaginary pre-liberal paradise. Broadcast news of any sort becomes treacherous terrain: You're casually flipping through the channels one day when suddenly—blasta from the pasta!—there's none other than Sarah Palin, draped in some sort of Tea Party chain mail and screeching out a largely incoherent endorsement of Dumb Donald Trump. You're not sure whether to laugh, cry or run screaming into the streets. Even DDT hisself is looking mildly alarmed and baffled. (To Ms. Palin's credit, she gamely trotted out in front of the cameras to deliver her endorsement shortly after her daughter Bristol was knocked up again and her son Track was arrested for drunken assault—doing a great job there, mom!) What to do, what to do? The obvious thing is to pull the curtains tightly shut, restrict your viewing to Downton Abbey and Netflix, turn up BBC Radio 4 slightly louder than usual, consider taking up a new hobby (prayer), and hunker down until election day. Then there is also, as R. Crumb suggests, Despair. Not easy to discern the difference sometimes.