“I wished at 13 there was somebody I looked up to who would have said something like that” – Frank Ocean part 2

There are some people, gay and straight, who argue that a person’s sexuality should be a private matter. There are also some who would argue that it doesn’t matter how a celebrity happens to “come out”, as long as it happens. I’m not one of them.

While having sympathy with public figures faced with the real commercial risks and personal pressures of revealing their sexuality – as Frank Ocean certainly faced, discussed in part 1 of this blog – there’s a right way to go about it  and a wrong way to go about it. One is to come out voluntarily and the other is to be forced into it.

Handled well, a famous person coming out of his own free will can help gay or bisexual teenagers- who commit suicide at vastly disproportionate rates to their heterosexual brothers and sisters – hope that they can live a life without shame and fear. That’s what Dan Savage’s inspired and inspiring “It Gets Better” campaign in the states has tried to demonstrate. But if a celebrity tries to conceal their sexuality until the dread day they are finally outed, then their actions suggest the opposite, that not being heterosexual is indeed an awful thing, a dirty secret.

That’s not to say that outing celebrities is a noble activity at all. The late Stephen Gately was famously blackmailed into revealing that he was gay by despicable tabloid journalists, and made a rather graceful, brave job of it given the strained circumstances. Far more embarrassing – and sadly well known- was the case of George Michael.

Despite the fact that his sexuality had been an open secret for years – his closet was definitely of the glass variety – he stubbornly refused to speak on the subject until his humiliating arrest for “lewd public behaviour”. While Michael managed to milk (sorry) some humour out of the incident in his “Outside” video, and those same despicable journalists struck gold with the “Zip Me Up Before You Go Go” headline, the circumstances resoundingly re-inforced the message that gayness was something shameful that should only be confessed when you were forced to.

That’s what makes Ocean’s coming out so bold, beautiful and inspiring: he voluntarily admitted his love for a man at a time when his whole career hung in the balance. Ocean’s masculine image and demeanour would have allowed him to “pass” for straight, as some people still say. To the best of my knowledge – speaking to friends who might know – there were no gay rumours swirling around Ocean before he went public (the same cannot be said of 50 Cent, the recently reformed homophobe, amusingly enough). Continue reading

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Messing with perfection – when artists should leave well alone

It’s a crime cliche that serial killers are often drawn to revisit the scene of their crimes, risking their capture and arrest. If only your average murderer was that stupid. In fact, the only time this is likely to happen is when their arrest has already occurred, and they are led back to the murder scene in handcuffs.

Unfortunately great pop artists don’t often show the same good sense in refusing to go back to their finest work, revisiting the scene of the sublime. Again and again great bands have reformed, permanently sullying their legacy (hello, Sex Pistols), or writers have returned to their best material, only to suffer from the law of rapidly diminished returns (hiya, Irvine Welsh). Yes, some have fared better  – the Stone Roses recent reunion seems to have left a mostly sweet taste in the mouth, except for those nostalgic fans tempted to take Es for the first time in twenty years – but they seem to be the exception.

oh dear

Yesterday the ever brilliant Popjustice, recognising the perils of the reunion, took the rather ingenious step of presenting the reformed original members of the Sugababes – Mutya, Keisha and Siobhan – with a contract to be “amazing for the foreseeable future.” The three have signed and one can only hope there will be harsh consequences should they breach these terms. Like being added to the current line up of the Sugababes, for example.

In other troubling news, just over a week ago, writer Neil Gaiman made his announcement that in 2013 he would be releasing his first new proper Sandman comic book in 16 years. Continue reading

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Picture this #3

Rome, 1960.

An 18 year old Cassius Clay receives his gold medal in Rome 1960 – an image overloaded with magnificently sinister backlighting and potent foreshadowing (see below).

Clay, wide eyed, smiling – a boy standing tall above men. And what men – heavy set, bulky, a little big ugly. I suspect that at least two of the three went on to become goons swatted aside by Sean Connery underneath a volcano. It’s not just youth triumphing however. The previous year had witnessed the last white man to win the heavyweight championship – the image perfectly captures this shift.

Of course, even without what we know, even without Will Smith bio-pics, this picture is about Clay’s impossible charisma. But we do know what happened next. In a week where Pop Lifer is saluting Frank Ocean’s brave, potentially career destroying declarations, it is worth doffing a cap to another remarkable stand. Within a decade this 18 year old would have converted to Islam, dodged a draft, served time.

“I ain’t got no quarrel with them Viet Cong… No Viet Cong ever called me nigger”.

By Chris

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Frank Ocean’s first album, “Nostalgia Ultra” – free download and mini review

Thanks to everyone who has already visited this baby blog, but thanks in particular to those who have commented, emailed, liked etc. And thank you to those who have asked where you can find “Nostalgia Ultra”, the album referred to in our earlier blog here.

free album below, no catch

Well, at the time of writing, go here to find a nice easy zipped download courtesy of the friendly folks of Get Right Music.

For the law-abiders among you, don’t worry – this is all legal (well, we think so, we don’t yet employ an in-house lawyer here at Pop Lifer) – Frank Ocean himself put this album out for free last year as a result of frustration at his record label’s refusal to promote it.

Lord knows what they were thinking. While “Nostalgia Ultra” isn’t as fully realised, fully rounded and fully beautiful as “Channel Orange”, it’s still  one of last year’s five best albums.

What with recent revelations, you might think “Songs For Women” – probably the catchiest song on board – was something of a red herring, but given the general mischief at work in the lyric, you can’t help but wonder if Ocean knew this song was one day going to be greeted wryly. Similarly, on first listen, 50-Cent favourite “Novocane” might sound like typical rap bragging – “Superhuman, even when i’m fucking” could be the abhorrent Chris Brown – until you hear the desperation and melancholy underpinning it: “I can’t feel, can’t feel a thing.”

More typical of Ocean are the slower and more reflective songs. “Strawberry Swing” samples Coldplay and is a gorgeous, shimmering and gentle meditation on childhood, while the brooding, organ-driven”Swim Good” finds Ocean heartbroken and driving out to the sea – maybe never to come back. And on “There Will Be Tears” Ocean reflects on his briefly known and departed grandfather to gorgeous effect. His honesty and vulnerability were there all along.

“We All Try” is the purest pop number, and should by all rights have been a global number one. On it Ocean sings of sin (“I don’t believe my hands are cleanly”) and sadness (“Can’t believe you would let me touch your heart”) but ends on a note of ringing positivity: “I just don’t believe we’re wicked/ I know that we sin, but I do believe we try.” It’s a sort of soul “Everybody Hurts” and gives the clearest indication of just what Ocean would achieve on “Channel Orange”.

And, yes, that is Radiohead you can hear in the background of “Bitches Talkin”.

By Neil

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Pop’s gentle revolutionary – Frank Ocean, part 1

“Anyone that has an issue with Frank Ocean is an idiot.” 50 Cent, 3 days ago.

And anyone who doubts that pop music has lost its potential to change the world, or that Frank Ocean is a revolutionary, should read the above quote again. Bear in mind that this is the same 50 Cent who  told Playboy in 2004 “I don’t like gay people around me” and as recently as 2010 attacked Kanye West with the lyrics: “See ya out there wit that funny shit on/ Look him, he’s a faggot, kick him, kick his fuckin ass/ Ahahahahaha”. Now he’s declaring his support for the wildly talented Frank Ocean, who revealed just over two weeks ago that his first great love was a man. 50 Cent, as they like to say on X Factor, has been on quite “a journey”.

Ocean’s heaven

It’s not even the most extraordinary statement Mr Cent made that day. He went on to speculate that Ocean’s gentle, heartfelt announcement might be a publicity ploy. “You can call it brave or you can call it marketing”, he said, with the begrudging, confused tone of a neanderthal being dragged from his cave, blinking into the sunlight of modernity (he also cited Barack Obama’s declaration of support for gay marriage, reminding us that that too was a revolutionary moment, in the more obvious political way). Continue reading

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Picture This #2

Street art promoting the Dark Knight Rises, in Madrid.

It almost looks worth the airfare just to go and get my photo taken on that.

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