Holy crap, when Glenn O’Brien mentioned “Al Green’s mind-blowing look” on Soul Train I thought it would just be a crazy 70s suit. I did not expect furry hat, chain, tank top, shiny black booty shorts, and a purse. That’s fucking amazing.
Also, wow 70s, you weren’t even trying to pretend everyone wasn’t lip-synching, were you?
I watch this Soul Train Awards performance of “All About the Benjamins” now, and that Cotton Club opening is bizarre and incongruent. Had I seen it at the time, I probably woulda shrugged it off.
Kids, the late 90s was a weird time.
From The Martorialist:
If, like me, you occasionally find yourself wondering what a Bad Boy revue in Vegas would look like then here’s a 2D approximation of our fantasy, complete with the requisite dance-breakdown where Puffy flaps about with all the rhythm of a toddler who has fire-ants in his slippers.
Of an apparent suicide. This is immensely sad.