Uncle Fatlips

Okay people. Look. Uncle Fatlips can’t force good taste on anybody. I just don’t have that kind of power. Either you have it or you don’t.  For instance, to dig Grace Jones is to demonstrate remarkable breeding. You got good genes, child. You respond to high art without hesitation, current sensibilities or explanation. Your taste clearly transcends the babbletries of whatever is in at the moment. You add a whole new meaning to the word “class.” And your lovemaking skills are probably legendary. You’re charismatic, vaguely successful, a voracious reader, easily bored, and regularly purchase fresh corn tortillas and bakery goods for late night consumption. Your clothing choices are odd at best to the layman’s eye. Gym memberships are for fools. Yep, that’s us Grace Jones fans. That’s who we are.

Grace is comin’ to the Hollywood Bowl in July and performing with the LA Philharmonic. I am out of mind–I can’t wait! When it gets closer to the date I’ll write a longer post about it. She dropped a new album late last year HURRICANE. I haven’t heard it yet but I’m sure it’s Grace. Actually, I could’ve very well featured a video from the new album but—I came across this video set to SLAVE TO THE RHYTHM. It’s more tribute than music video but IT’S SO DAMN HOT. We can check out the new stuff some other time. Now make it funky Grace!

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