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Madonna: True Blue (1986)

From Behind the Grooves:

"True Blue", the third album by Madonna is released. Produced by Madonna, Patrick Leonard and Stephen Bray, it is recorded at Channel Recording in Los Angeles, CA from December 1985 – April 1986. After the massive whirlwind success of the "Like A Virgin" album and "The Virgin Tour", the pop superstar does not rest on her laurels, beginning work on the crucial follow up at the end of 1985. Working with long time collaborator Stephen Bray and new producer Patrick Leonard (Michael Jackson, Jody Watley), the album is praised upon its release as her strongest effort to date, and is widely regarded today as one of the best albums of her career. It spins off five top five hits including "Live To Tell" (#1 Pop), "Papa Don't Preach" (#1 Pop), "Open Your Heart" (#1 Pop) and the title track (#3 Pop). "True Blue" also marks the beginning Madonna's long association with famed fashion photographer Herb Ritts who shoots the LP's iconic cover photo. The original LP package also includes a poster of the album cover shot. As a promotion for the album, MTV sponsors the "Make My Video" contest, inviting viewers to submit their own visual interpretations of the title track. The winning entry comes from Angel Gracia and Cliff Guest, whose black & white clip is rotated heavily on the video channel. The pair are awarded a check for $25,000 by the pop superstar herself at MTV's New York studios. The alternate video directed by James Foley, featuring Madonna with close friends actress Debi Mazur and fashion designer Erika Belle is shown largely outside the US. Madonna also supports the album with the worldwide "Who's That Girl Tour" beginning in June of 1987. It is remastered and reissued on CD in 2001, with the extended 12" mixes of "La Isla Bonita" and the title track included as bonus tracks. The vinyl LP is reissued in Europe in 2012, including the original inner sleeve lyric sheet and poster featured in the original release. In October of 2016, a limited edition release of the LP pressed on blue vinyl, is issued as exclusive through the European supermarket chain Sainsbury's. "True Blue" spends five weeks at number one on the Billboard Top 200, and is certified 7x Platinum in the US by the RIAA.

My unbridled love for this album and the accompanying quest to acquire it on "true blue" vinyl has been well documented on this blog, so I won't add anything more today and instead will sign off and go listen to it.

Class Struggle from Below

From Infidel753:

Congress is near-paralyzed due to the filibuster and tiny Democratic majorities, but that doesn't mean the people are.  They are taking action on their own while the government stumbles.

As the pandemic winds down and bosses try to drag home workers back to the office and re-assert the old model of shitty pay and shitty working conditions, workers are quitting in unprecedented numbers.  It's becoming a cliché that service-sector businesses can't get people to come and work for them — unless they offer decent wages for a change.  Republican state governments have been cutting unemployment benefits in an effort to force their serfs to give in and submit to the re-shittyization of the economy, but it isn't working.

As for those white-collar workers who have been working from home for a year, I've been saying all along that companies which try to drag them back to offices will wind up at a huge competitive disadvantage — they'll lose their best workers to other companies which continue to allow work from home.  Now that some workers are indeed being dragged back, they're coming to realize just how awful the misery of commuting and spending all day in an office really was.  They know they can do their jobs from home as well or better.  They know there's no valid reason for forcing them back to the office.  They know the supposed justifications are just squid-ink for the bosses' desperate control-freakery.  They're going to start looking for something better.  People are already quitting rather than give in.

When NPR did a story about "the great office return", they managed to find someone to quote who said that "businesses have a civic duty to bring workers back".  He's an executive of a company that leases out office space to other companies.

Since our country has no major political party which is explicitly committed to the class struggle, and the structure of our government allows the Republicans to block the Democrats from doing even as much as they wish to do, that struggle must be waged by the workers themselves.  If Congress won't bring our minimum wage into line with that of other developed nations, the workers themselves will do it by refusing to work for shitty pay any more.  If the government won't defend our right to keep working from home instead of commuting (a zero-cost contribution to the fight against global warming, on top of everything else), then we ourselves will defend that right, by refusing to settle for anything less.  And given time, who knows what else working people will be able to achieve once these changes help them realize their power?  I've said before that this pandemic may ultimately be remembered as a catalyst for social progress.

Oh, and over time our people are developing a more favorable view of socialism and a less favorable view of capitalism—and this is especially true among younger people.

Be afraid, fuckers, be very afraid.  We're on to you, and things are going to change around here, big time.

I know that I am not happy about being called back into the office every other day.

Foundation

I have to admit I've never read any of the Foundation novels. Oh, I've tried—several times over the course of my life—but I could just not get into the story the way I did with DUNE.

Still, I was excited when I heard Apple was producing a series based on the books, and after seeing the trailers (latest above), I am pretty excited. It debuts September 24th on AppleTV+.

So This Happened

It was time.  I hope I don't ultimately regret my decision.

After the third and last butterfly keyboard replacement on my 2016 MacBook Pro about a year and a half ago, everything had been working well until a few months ago. Between battery life having dropped to less than four hours (on a good day), the weekly need to offload files from a too-small drive and the near constant beach balls I'd suffer through on a daily basis, I knew the day was coming that the machine would have to be replaced. I had been hoping to hold off until fall, when Apple is expected to release  completely redesigned MacBook Pros with 14- and 16-inch screens, mag-safe power connections, and the return of most of the ports it had removed in the 2016 models, but it was becoming increasingly obvious that something had to give, and sooner rather than later.

Ben was suffering similar problems with his 2017 machine, and out of the blue last week he came home with a new M1 MacBook Air. I have to admit I was a little jealous. The keyboard alone was such an improvement over that butterfly piece of shit that alone was worth me getting a replacement. Since Apple was willing to give me $460 in trade for the old machine, it was a no-brainer for me to pull the trigger and buy something new—even if I was going to end up losing 2 USB ports in the process.

I did not get an Air. The M1 Air is nice, but I'm not a huge fan of the wedge shape. I had an Air back in 2011, and while I didn't hate it, I felt like I had to handle it with kid gloves because the display was so damn thin. So I ordered a slightly upgraded M1 MacBook Pro. I opted for 16GB RAM and a 1TB SSD in case I'm not blown away by what Apple releases in the fall and end up keeping this machine for the next four to five years.

I've had it for a couple days now, and I while I didn't notice much of a speed increase at first, once everything got indexed, some things are now happening much faster. That does not include Adobe Bridge (which is actually slower in generating thumbnails), but it's not a native M1 application so it's running through the Rosetta 2 emulator and Bridge has always been a big steaming pile of crap to begin with, regardless of the platform it's running on.

The keyboard is a joy. I've yet to hear the fans kick in (even with Bridge, which in the past had been the biggest offender), and it stays absolutely cool to the touch.

Some Snaps of San Francisco Pride Sunday from Years Past

1986

This was my first parade. We (my tribe) weren't even living in SF yet, but like so many others, we flew up specifically to attend.

1987

This was our first parade as full-fledged San Francisco residents.

Your host. (I was never that young.)
Lee and Tom
Alan
Kenny (yellow) (RIP) and Jim (blue) (RIP)

1988

This was the year the parade reversed direction because of light rail construction downtown, forcing the parade to start in the Castro and end at the Civic Center instead of starting at the base of Market Street. My dad—along with James, a longtime friend—flew up from Tucson to attend.

Kevin (RIP)
Lee and Tom
Tim and Alan

Your host

Kevin (RIP)

Jim (RIP)

1989

Continuing the previous year's route because track work was still going on downtown, the parade once again started in the Castro. This year my dad (who had relocated to the bay area during the previous year) and my mom were there.

Diana and Alan
Frank
Lee

I only discovered years later this contains a picture of a future boyfriend, Rory, the guy on the right carrying the flag.

1990

The energy of the parade this year—returning to it's original route moving up Market Street to the Civic Center—was off. I don't know if it was just me (I'd been going through some romantic troubles) or if it was the fact it was—for a second year in a row—completely overcast, but my heart just wasn't into it. In fact, I think I lingered only for about 90 minutes before returning home.

Barry
Some dude I regularly played with at a certain venue downtown…

1991

Back in a party mood after whatever had gotten me so down the year before, I headed downtown with every intention of getting as many photos of hot guys as I could. Overall I think I did a pretty good job.

1992

This would be my last parade, despite the fact I think that overall it was my  best, photographically speaking. Ironically, my attitude the following year and every one thereafter was "I mean really, how many photos of hot guys at the parade can one take?" so I never attended one again. Plus, the beginning of my attitude that "there are so many more interesting things about me than the fact I'm gay" was beginning  to take hold and I didn't feel the need to continually announce it to the world and was entering a period of when I was over the whole gay thing. I was slowly turning into what I dreaded: "a jaded, tired old queen living up on the hill." (Although living up on the hill wouldn't happen for several more years.)


Your host

Alan