I'm finding the online - mostly Facebook - reaction to billionaire child rapist Jeffrey Epstein's "suicide" particularly informative. As a global sex trafficker with ties to some of the wealthiest, most powerful business, academic, entertainment and political figures around the globe, Epstein mysteriously died in his jail cell the same night his case files were unsealed. The timing couldn't be more obvious. He was apparently taken off suicide watch a few days before (why?), the guards didn't make their usual rounds the night he died (curious), there's a report that Barr himself visited the jail recently (WTF?), and now we've learned the surveillance cameras weren't working (hmmm). If this wasn't a hit, it's the most amazing string of coincidences in world history. Frankly, I find the whole notion that a raging narcissist like Epstein - a guy who wanted to seed the human race with his DNA (you can't make this shit up) - would
Madonna sort of fell off my radar as the 90’s wore on. I’d started the decade listening to her quite a bit, enjoying Erotica once I finally bought it, and appreciating the far lighter but uneven Bedtime Stories . Bedtime Stories is portrayed as something of a commercial comeback, and while “Take A Bow” was a legitimate monster, the album itself only moved a million more copies worldwide than Erotica had. That’s an even less impressive comeback when you consider we’d entered the age of peak-CD by the time Bedtime Stories was released - Tori Amos moved around 3 million copies of Under The Pink during the same era, for crying out loud. I’m one of those three million, and by the mid-’90s found Amos, Bjork and my growing collection of oldies from Bowie, Joni Mitchell and Dusty Springfield (among others) a heck of a lot more interesting than Madge warbling godawful Andrew Lloyd Webber tripe (even if she was practically born to play a vaguely fascistic climber). So I wasn’t exa