Can you tell me how to sing … 5 favourite Sesame Street musical moments

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Sesame Street does so many things right. From its brilliantly-imaginative teaching of the ABCs and 123s to its hilarious parodies of pop culture touchstones through to its life lessons, it is the gold standard in education for kids (and more than a few adults too). To that illustrious list. you can add the songs that have feature through its five decades of episodes, where big and famous music stars have come onto the show, sung a song about something important like feelings or letters or at thousand other things so kids can try and make some sense of them and just hung out with the muppets like their old friends, which of course they are. Makes me a little envious because I’d love to hang with Grover, Bert and everyone else on Sesame Street but mostly it makes me very happy to see such talented people taking the time to help the next generation learn something special while making us smile and singalong too.


I love Sia and honestly she could sing about anything and I would happily listen. In this case, she pretty much does, reeling off a list, with Cookie Monster, Elmo, Grover and Abbey hanging on her every red-nosed, big wig word, of all the kinds of songs that she loves to sing. There are high and low songs, fast and slow songs, songs you can dance to like a monkey, happy and proud songs and songs that make you want to shout out loud. In fact, this is a song about singing songs that extols with exuberant pop vivacity how wonderful music can be. I dare you not to sing a long! Which of course means you love singing songs about how lovely it is to sing songs – how very Sesame Street meta of you …




My lord but I love Tony Bennett, who is a sprightly 92-years-old, still releasing music (most recently Love is Here to Stay with Diana Krall) and sounds as gloriously smooth as ever. In this delightful video, he sings a duet, with Big Bird looking on, about Oscar’s faithful garbage can companion Slimey who, with some help from the likes of Snufflealupagus, heads off to the moon, forging all kinds of triumphs for wormkind before returning to his friends on Sesame Street. This adaptation of the classic “Fly Me to the Moon” is a joyful ode to having the right stuff, the only way of course to get to Jupiter and Mars where he can crawl through mud and muck, far from the rubbish of Earth.




At the start of this gorgeously-cute video, Elmo, dressed as a court jester because of course he is, announces the now late great jazz legend B. B. King as the king and as we learn, a man who, quite naturally, has rather a thing for the letter B. That makes perfect sense! In a rather It’s a Wonderful Life-like way, he proceeds to sing about all the things that wouldn’t exist with the second letter of the alphabet including the Blues, beard, Big Bird and yep, the man himself, and as he sings about them, they vanish in front of our eyes. It’s yet another clever way that Sesame Street, the king of early childhood learning, stamps itself as the very best which, you guessed, also wouldn’t exist. Phew – glad that it does!




Forget all those shiny, happy people! What we want are furry, happy monsters, especially on Sesame Street where, like everyone else, they are most especially welcome. Michael Stipe is in fine form as are the rest of the band and all the monsters dancing with glee around them can’t help but make you smile, and yeah, dance. I mean, just try and stand still while one of their most classic tunes does its feelgood thing. It acknowledges that you might be sad but you can be happy too and when you have REM singing with you, how on earth could you not be? This clip is an absolute, unmitigated joy and takes me to a very happy place indeed, something true of just about anything from Sesame Street if I’m going to be truly honest.




Grover is my all-time favourite Sesame Street muppet and the fact that he, the most feelings-est of all the muppets and that’s saying something, is singing about feelings with Dave Matthews makes me love him all the more. Neither of them are sure about what they’re feeling exactly – is it angry? Sad? Who knows? – and so they go through the song trying to find that elusive word that explains what it is to feel all kinds of things. Its lovely that they acknowledge, Inside Out-like, that you won’t always be happy and that being angry and sad is OK because it’s good to be honest about your feelings and that all the negative stuff will eventually be replaced by happiness again. I now consider Grover, and Dave Matthews, of course, as my own personal therapists.



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Celebrate the weird and let your freak flag fly: Ugly Dolls trailer + posters

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In the adorably different town of Uglyville, weird is celebrated, strange is special and beauty is embraced as more than simply meets the eye. Here, the free-spirited Moxy and her UglyDolls friends live every day in a whirlwind of bliss, letting their freak flags fly in a celebration of life and its endless possibilities, occasionally looking to the sky, where a new UglyDoll will appear and be embraced by the community.

Moxy (Kelly Clarkson) loves her square-peg life in this round-hole town, but her curiosity about all things leads her to wonder if there’s something – anything – on the other side of the mountain which nestles Uglyville. Moxy gathers a group of her closest friends and sets off to find what’s on the other side. They discover another world – Perfection – a town where more conventional dolls are trained in protocols before they graduate and are sent to the “real” world to find the love of a child.

In Perfection, Moxy and her crew are subject to the manipulations of Lou (Nick Jonas), the perfect doll in charge of training recruits. Here, the UglyDolls will confront what it means to be different, struggle with their desire to be loved, and ultimately discover that you don’t have to be perfect to be amazing because who you truly are is what matters most. (synopsis via Bleeding Cool)

When I first saw the Ugly Dolls trailer, an animated film based on a line of plush toys launched in February 2001, I was enchanted.

Here was a bright, fresh, fun and quirky animated tale – pretty much all my favourite things in one – with a very necessary message about valuing people for who they are.

As someone who was teased mercilessly all through school for being different – I was gay and none of the kids was prepared to let me forget it; keep in mind that this was in an era (the ’70s into the ’80s) when discussion of sexuality was nowhere near as open and free as it is now – I love the fact that the entire film is unashamedly celebrating difference and diversity.



I did a bit of a double take when I found it was based on a commercial line of toys, and yes the theme song is a little bit too chirpy and squeaky-perfect, leading me to wonder if the film might be a tad cloying and hamfisted in its approach, but honestly, if reminding kids once again that being a few steps, or a great many more, out of the mainstream is not just OK but wonderfully so, then I’m all for it.

This is a message that’s still vitally needed in a world where there are still far too many people who seek security and solace in hatred and bigotry rather than love and acceptance and if Ugly Dolls can play some role in changing that, I’m all for it.

Plus c’mon! It’s so freaking cute how can you not want to wallow in this technicolour wonderfulness?

Ugly Dolls opens 10 May 2019 in USA, 27 June 2019 in Australia and 16 August 2019 in UK.



… and here are posters, many, many cute posters to delight you … well, they delighted me … they may delight you … who knows?


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The short and the short of it: The Visitor and the majesty of landscape

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Armed with a camera drone, I travelled to Utah to capture the alienesque landscape of the desert on film. …Like many people, I’ve always wanted to visit Mars. But, it’s so far away. Last month I did the next best thing: I traveled to the deserts of Southern Utah. The landscapes there are otherwordly. Desolate. Stark. Abandoned. Millions of miles of dry, dusty red rock. You can truly get a sense of the millions of years of wind and water it’s taken to form the terrain. (synopsis via Laughing Squid)

For a film that only runs for 1 1/2 minutes and is dialogue free save for some command centre commentary, The Visitor leaves one hell of an evocative impression.

Telling the story of an astronaut exploring an alien world, it uses what Laughing Squid calls “the “active track” feature on a DJI Mavic Air drone” to turn the desert of southern Utah inside the famed Monument Valley into an alien landscape that is unutterably beautiful and yet desperately, poignantly lonely.

It’s an absolutely astonishingly transportive piece of work by Australian filmmaker and designer Pete Majarich that leaves you feeling as if you are on the planet with the intrepid explorer though from an entirely different, almost god-like vantage point.


Bright eyes return: New Watership Down animated series

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As a kid, I read a lot of books. A LOT OF BOOKS.

Despite the vast number, quite a few of them made a real impact on me including Richard Adam’s 1972 novel Watership Down about a burrow of rabbits struggling to survive as their beloved habitat faces destruction.

It is dark and real and profoundly moving, and the 1978 animated film which gave us the tremulously-heartfelt beauty of Simon and Garfunkel’s “Bright Eyes”, beautifully captured everything that so profoundly affected me about the book.

Now 40 years later, the BBC is launching a two-movie mini-series adaptation of the classic novel (released internationally by Netflix), featuring a star-studded voice cast including Peter Capaldi, James McAvoy, John Boyega, Olivia Colman, Gemma Arterton, Ben Kingsley, Daniel Kaluuya, and Taron Egerton, a song by Sam Smith “Fire on Fire” and no doubt enough tear-inducing scenes to flood my apartment.

It’ll be exciting to see it the novel realised all over again, and I have no doubt it will make every bit as much of an impact now as it did then, especially especially given the environmental perils facing our beloved blue planet.

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Book review: The Memory of Running by Ron McLarty

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One of the curiously unexpected aspects of deep and prolonged grief is an unnerving sense of becoming unmoored from your life.

One minute all the touchstones are in place, the things that give your life a sense of time, place and meaning, and the next? One crucial piece is missing and try as you might to make it work without that, everything seems off, like your own existence isn’t even yours anymore.

That’s how I felt when my dad died, and it’s very much what happens in The Memory of Running to Smithson “Smithy” Ides, a 43-year-old obesely-overweight Vietnam War veteran who in 1990 loses his mother and father to an horrific car accident, and his sister to her mental health issues which left her living as a homeless person on the streets of Los Angeles until her untimely death in her early ’50s.

Grappling with one death, one piece of life’s building blocks being pulled away, is hard enough but in a very short space of time, Smithy, who uses alcohol, over-eating and social isolation to deal with the issues (he doesn’t think he has) resulting from a near-death experience in Vietnam, loses his entire family.

It’s a devastating blow, how can it not be, and one night he simply jumps on his childhood Raleigh bike, and cycles without wallet or any kind of preparation – remember this is an impulsive emotional reaction borne of overwhelming, unfathomable grief – out of East Providence, Rhode Island for faraway L.A., his mind on only one thing … to get away from his untethered life which no longer feels like his own.

“I felt a shortness or an absence of breath for a second, and this weird feeling of panic spread out of my chest and covered me. I stood up from the kitchen table and walked out to the porch and air. I found some, and I breathed it. Then I walked back to the kitchen and the Los Angeles letter. I read the first part again, but I was too drunk to finish it, so I folded the letter, put it in my pants pocket, and walked back to the porch. That’s when I saw her again.” (P. 61)

At this point, you might be thinking this is all very Forrest Gump-like but really, the running across America bit aside, that’s all these two two stories have in common, plot-wise at least.

What they do share is a sense that in the maelstrom of emotions that follows a traumatic life event that often the best thing is leave what remains of your life and figure it all out someplace else.

Or in Smithy’s case, a whole lot of someplace elses.

As he cycles from one side of the States to the other, Smithy, who is a sweet, caring guy who was devoted to his sister and parents but who lost his way in life and never quite made it back, comes into contact with an array of diverse people.

Some are kind, some are quirky and some are just plain cruel; what all have in common is that they teach Smithy a life lesson or two but not in any sort of overhanded cloying kind of way.

The Memory of Running is refreshingly free of manipulative emotion or overdone lessons; this is thanks in large part to Smithy himself who is intelligent and emotionally self-aware at heart but who takes some time to find those qualities again, his true self emerging more and more as the considerable bulk of weight he’s been carrying falls away from him.


Ron McLarty (image via Way to Famous)


His epiphanies are small but deeply meaningful and none more so than when he realises that he is in love with Norma, his neighbour across the road who was pretty much a member of his family growing up.

Following an accident where she is hit by a car and becomes a paraplegic, Norma and the Ides almost become estranged, no one quite sure how to deal with the changed dynamic.

Smithy regrets the distance of course but isn’t sure how to tackle bridging it so long after the event, he and his parents attention taken up in large part by his sister Bethany whose mental health issues – it’s never explicitly-stated what she is dealing with exactly but she has hear what the family called “the voice” which causes to strip off, wander away for hours or days at a time and loses all sense of who is – dominate the rhythm and days of their lives.

Smithy as noted though is deep down a self-aware guy and knows that they made a mess of the aftermath of Norma’s injury, effectively abandoning one family member, for that’s what she was in reality, for another.

It takes the death of his family, and the time that being on the road offers him to make peace with what happened to Norma and him and for them, via phone calls on the road – remember this is the age before mobiles so it’s all payphones or nothing – to establish a rapport that confirms that the emotional closeness of their childhood has turned into something quite wonderful in their once-estranged adulthood.

“Somewhere crickets rubbed their legs together. I was happy at least that that night our backyard crackled into the night and left silence behind. We sat and listened to the evening. I thought about Norma, and I had a feeling she was watching. I will never understand, really, why the Ides left our little Norma there. It seems too easy to put it on Bethany. To say we didn’t have any more to give or be for anyone else, even our Norma behind venetian blinds, is not enough. I will never understand.” (P. 211)

As Smithy gets closer and closer to L.A. and draws ever closer in heart, if not geographically to Norma far away on the east coast, many of the demons that have dogged him, with or without his recognition of their presence, slowly find some kind of peace or resolution.

It’s therapy by bike effectively, an accidental purging of the old and the building up of the new that McLarty invests with a huge amount of beautifully-articulated emotional resonance.

So exquisitely well-wrought is Smithy as a character and so affecting are the various aspects of his sojourn across the country and so life-changing for good or ill are the people he encounters that you fall in love with the protagonist of The Memory of Running (the title refers to the way he ran and biked at great speed in his pre-war youth) almost as completely as Norma.

If you have ever suffered the loss of someone near and dear to you, and struggled with the sense that your life and its hitherto comforting setting are no longer your own, then you will find much to appreciate and love in this beautiful, touching book which feels very real and true even in those moments where the narrative feels a little too neat.

Honestly, with writing as good as McLarty’s, you don’t begrudge any of the subtle contrivances of a plot which is, after all, about grief, how we deal with it whether it’s long-gestating or sudden (Smithy has both), and how we come back from the precipice it leads us to in the wild and messy place where the strange discomforts of loss and grieving come face-to-face with our day-to-day life leaving us struggling to find a way forward and wondering how we’ll ever truly live again.


(cover image via World of Books Australia)

Some gifts are more than just a gift: This year’s John Lewis Christmas ad

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Titled The Boy & The Piano, the 12th version of the department store’s iconic ad … tells the true story of how a Christmas gift – a piano belonging to Elton’s grandmother – went on to inspire the music icon’s life, working backwards chronologically from the present day to the moment he received the present from his mum as a young child. (synopsis via Digital Spy)

One of the highlights of Christmas for me these days is the John Lewis ad which always arrive in November and signals that the festive season is well and truly underway.

It’s odd because I have never been to the UK and haven’t shopped in any of the department store’s locations and yet so intimately, movingly beautiful are these ads, that you can’t help but be touched by them and feel a connection that transcends the rather obvious fact that this short film is trying you (well, those in Britain anyway) to buy as many things as possible.

Sure, you could argue that the ads are emotionally-manipulative in a way but honestly, it’s well near-impossible to feel that way, especially when this year’s ad, featuring Elton John, tells such a beautiful story.


Taking us back through time tot he sounds of John’s iconic track “Your Song”, with actors filling in for Elton’s flamboyant younger selves, the ad evokes that sense we all have of Christmas being far more than the gifts we get.
It reaffirms that beyond the actual material items, which can be meaningful in their own way, are everything they represent – time with family, your hopes and dreams, their support of your achievement of those hope and dreams and how, all too quickly what lay before you is now behind you, the stuff of warm-and-fuzzy, slightly-melancholic memories.
As a family man himself, with partner David Furnish, Elton John found making this family-centric ad, which can’t help but move you to tears, commercial imperatives be damned, a remarkably-joyous experience.

“The John Lewis Christmas campaign has so many warm memories for me and my family. It’s been a lovely opportunity for me to reflect on my life in music and the incredible journey I have been on, and how first playing my grandmother’s piano marks the moment when music came into my life. The ad is absolutely fantastic and I’ve truly loved every minute of being a part of it.” (in a statement via Digital Spy)

So Christmas is here everyone, and whether you shop at John Lewis, or anywhere else with ads that can only be inferior by comparison, remember just one very important thing – the gift you give will likely have a far more amplified meaning for the recipient than you can ever know so choose wisely and well.

Movie review: Stan and Ollie

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Comedy is one of the great joys of life, a chance to sit back and ignore the serious business of life for a moment in favour of poking fun at, musing on its ups and downs, and sometimes just being plain silly and goofy in a way that is wondrously therapeutic to the soul.

But while comedy might be lighthearted and diverting on the outside, it is often anything but on the inside, taking a considerable toll on performers and their relationships which are anything but humourous away from the stage.

There are, however, exceptions to the rule, such as Stan Laurel (Steve Coogan) and Oliver Hardy (John C. Reilly), two comedians with backgrounds in vaudeville who were brought together by Hal Roach as a comedy team for his studio which for much of cinema’s early decades was a production force to be reckoned with.

The remarkable thing is that even though they were in essence an artificial construct borne of business necessity, they became fast and devoted friends, as in sync comedically as they were personally.

Stan & Ollie, directed by Jon S. Baird from a screenplay by Jeff Pope, celebrates the durability of this partnership which survived the ruthless business machinations of Hal Roach, who had the men on separate out-of-sync contracts that meant they could never leave him as an intact team, one or two poor career decisions engendered by Roach’s contractual arrangements and the shifting tastes of comedy consumers.

While there is some tension embedded in the narrative, generated by the need of every biopic to create some drama with a capital “D”, it is largely fabricated for cinematic purposes with the tensions between the two men no more malignant or generated than those between any two long time friends.


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Contrary to the trailer which suggests a major rupture at play between the two during a make-or-break tour of England and Ireland in 1953, when their star was sadly very much on the wane, their friendship survived everything that was thrown at them, standing them in stark contrast to our great comedy duos such as Abbott & Costello who famously hated each other (or again, so the story goes).

Not that there weren’t pressures aplenty on them.

After riding high through the 1920s and ’30s and into the 1940s on a beguilingly whimsical blend of slapstick comedy with Hardy as the impatient straight man and Laurel the clumsy child-like friend, Laurel and Hardy found themselves in the early 1950s, after an impressive 107 films (short and feature-length), as publicly-perceived has-beens.

They weren’t of course having made their last film, Atoll K, in 1950 and continuing an exhaustive tour of stage shows to crowds who remembered with affection the comedy of a duo where Laurel was the creative powerhouse and Hardy the perfect partner.

But the truth was they were past their prime, professionally and in Hardy’s case, physically, with a congestive heart condition imperilling his ability to perform the necessary slapstick vigour on stage,with the tour acting as a last ditch attempt to secure a film deal that would put them into the cinemas of the world, and erase the idea that they were outdated retirees (a running joke through the film).

The very real pressures facing them, or more particularly Laurel who bore the brunt of the creative and business side of their partnership, form a significant part of the central narrative of Stan & Ollie, with most acutely aware that time is likely against them.

Refreshingly though Pope, who describes the duo as comedy heroes, doesn’t let this thread dominate with far more attention paid to the closeness of the men’s friendship (and the frenemy status of their wives, Hardy’s Lucille, played by Shirley Henderson, and Laurel’s Ida, played by Nina Arianda), and the obvious affection between two men who loved each other as much off-stage as on.

In various low-key but powerfully emotional ways, Stan & Ollie demonstrates again and again how much their partnership extended beyond prat-filled singing, whimsically silly dance routines (usually to their theme music “The Cuckoo Song”) and superlatively simple visual comedy, much of which is recreated as we follow the two men on what amounted to their final big tour together.


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This closeness is demonstrated when they’re on the ferry to their tour dates in Ireland, where they received a rapturous rock star welcome, where the two men talk openly and honestly about their likelihood of making another film (not high), their love of the same jokes (very high) and how they would miss each when they were no longer performing.

The intimate friendship demonstrated in just this one beautifully-moving scene is buttressed by their final performance on stage in the film where Hardy, heart conditions be sweetly damned, danced through a physically-demanding dance routine because it matter so much to him and he knew, to Laurel.

The odds of him collapsing then and there are quite real but he soldiers on, the two men smile at each other revelling in the ease and comfort of their friendship and on-stage partnership in a way that will leave you smiling at the sheer joy of their transportive rapport.

Even the credits provide a touching homage to how close they were, explaining that even after Hardy died in 1957 that Laurel kept writing material for them until his own death in 1965.

It’s a simple two line update on the legendary comedy partnership but it speaks volumes about two men whose lives are brought to moving, heartwarming but never less than real life in Stan & Ollie, performers who weren’t inured to career struggles and business and creative schisms but whose friendship survived all kinds of ups and downs, allowing them to bring joy and endless amusement (including to yours truly who spent his childhood watching the short films on TV) well past their heyday, reminding us at every turn that it is possible for voluminous on-stage and on-screen laughs to be every bit as resoundingly loud and appreciative away from the spotlight.


Now this is music #118: Wafia, Kero Kero Bonito, Dillon Francis, Demo Taped, Raleigh Ritchie


We’re in love. Out of love. Trying to find it. Watching others find it. Wishing we had some time in a tree (this will make sense later, trust me).

As always, music has a way of taking myriad emotions, all of which swirl in and out of hearts and minds at one point or another, and sometimes, rather unhelpfully, all at once, and making some kind of sense out of them.

Ot at least enough time that they don’t feel like albatross-weight anchors around our souls.

For that we can thank countless music artists but particularly these five people, all of whom has been there and done that with life and lived, and had the talent just as importantly, to tell the tale.

Enjoy and hey, that tree? Could be just what you need.


“I’m Good” by Wafia


Wafia (image courtesy officially Wafia Facebook account)


An Australian singer songwriter of Iraqi-Syrian origin, Wafia, or Wafia Al_Rakibi to her friends and family, has crafted a superlatively-good post-breakup song.

Experiencing something of an epiphany about her ex, which let’s face it happens to most us, just not this eloquently, she details all the reasons, to a brilliantly-insistent beat, why she’s so much better with the person who put her through hell and was no good.

Now, you don’t usually feel that great in the aftermath of a failed romance but in this instance Wafia is fairly cock-a-hoop, striding the streets of her neighbourhood with the sort of confidence that comes from having dodged a giant heart-shaped bullet.

Not at all possess this breezy joie de vivre after the end of love less-than-sweet love, and let’s be honest maybe Wafia didn’t until this therapeutic song poured from her, but if you’re stuck in the bluesy mess of romance gone wrong, especially if it was with someone who was way less than ideal, then this song is your ticket to clear-eyed 20/20 hindsight and sweet, sweet release.

Sass your way to healing people!



“Make Believe” by Kero Kero Bonito


Kero Kero Bonito (image courtesy official Kero Kero Bonito Facebook page)


Hailing from possibly soon-to-be Europe-less London, England, Kero Kero Bonito is a band consisting of singer Sarah Midori Perry and producers Gus Lobban & Jamie Bulled.

Their song “Make Believe” is a bright, fun confection with a fuzzily distorted sting in the tail and some loving visuals as SPIN describes ever so beautifully:

“The fuzzy electropop of “Make Believe” makes for a cheerful and bubbly track, with vocalist Sarah Midori Perry’s twee, high-pitched voice adding to the sugary charm and sweetness of the record. The James Hankins-directed video is adorably low budget and effectively works as both goofy comedy and experimental virtuosity.”

Perry’s playfully-light voice fits the song to a tee, lending it even more of a cute otherworldly air that’s perfect for the daydreamy parts of our days and nights.



“White Boi (feat. Lao Ra) by Dillon Francis


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Oh my lord but this song is fun – from the alternating stripped back/lush as hell pop of the incredibly catchy melody through to the celebration of a special kind of cross-cultural love by Colombian singer Lo Ra, “White Boi” has a lot of very cool stuff going on says the singer in a statement:

“This is an ode to the white boys in my life and how exotic and endearing they are to me. Think Dillon loved the fact that he was a white boy himself. The song might be about something else tho, but that’s for you to find out.”

The Dillon she refers to is electronic musician, producer, and DJ, Dillon Francis from Los Angeles, California who is best known as a proponent of moombahton, a genre of music created by DJ Dave Mada as a fusion of house music and reggaeton, which itself originated in the late 1990s as mix of hip hop and latin American and Caribbean music.

The combination of these two very talented artists makes for an enormously-listenable song that you will be playing on repeat until your backspace finger gives out (may it be never in this case).



“Everyone Else” (feat Jaira Burns) by Demo Taped


Demo Taped (image courtesy official Demo Taped Facebook page)


Adam Alexander comes from Atlanta, Georgia and is better known as Denmo Taped, and in “Everyone Else” he explores that horribly bittersweet feeling of loving someone desperately but grappling with the fact they don’t love you back.

In this song the fairytale ending never quite arrives, and he and American singer Jaira Burns sing exquisitely-well about the fact that the object of their considerable affection “loves everyone else but me.”

Of course these feelings are far more amplified in our interconnected digital age as Demo Taped told Complex:

“We wake up and immediately go to our app of choice to see what our friends, crushes, lovers, etc. are doing at every moment. We’re so conditioned that we do it without thought. To me, this song is about feeling neglected and unwanted while dipping into the feelings behind what we do with these devices and how we sort of torture ourselves.”

The simple answer is to just switch off but that’s easier said than done given how addicted we are to our devices, and besides, even if you could cut the virtual cord, would the feelings magically go away?



“Time in a Tree” by Raleigh Ritchie


Raleigh Ritchie (image courtesy official Raleigh Ritchie Facebook page)


Ever get that feeling that you just need to get away? Somewhere far away from the madding crowd who can’t seem to leave you alone long enough to form a coherent thought?

British actor and singer Raleigh Ritchie does, and his fabulously quirky and atmospheric song “Time in a Tree” captures that sense of need to run away from life absolutely perfectly.

So well does this idiosyncratically-wonderful song do its thing that We Are: The Guard rightly argues that it “makes listeners feel a bit more comfortable with the thought of finding themselves”.

This brilliant piece of very clever catchy pop helps you understand what it feels like to try and find yourself, find your place in life and those things that makes you happy and all to a gorgeously-loping beat and melody that will capture your heart as much as your ears.

Oh, and you might even find yourself chilled enough to contemplate wearing an astronaut’s helmet. Maybe …




Did you know there’s such a thing as the Eurovision Equinox? Well, there is now and it’s ingenious and really quite true …


Meet Ducky and Bunny! Toy Story 4 drops 3 new posters and a very meta trailer

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Woody has always been confident about his place in the world and that his priority is taking care of his kid, whether that’s Andy or Bonnie. But when Bonnie adds a reluctant new toy called “Forky” to her room, a road trip adventure alongside old and new friends will show Woody how big the world can be for a toy.

Woody’s journey in Toy Story 4 includes a visit to a carnival where he meets Ducky and Bunny, two carnival prizes who are eager to be won. But when their plans are rudely interrupted by Woody and his friends, they find themselves on an unexpected adventure with a group of toys who have no idea what it feels like to be tacked to a prize wall. Toy Story 4 is directed by Josh Cooley (Riley’s First Date?) and produced by Jonas Rivera (Inside Out, Up) and Mark Nielsen (associate producer Inside Out). (synopsis via We Got This Covered)

Barely have we recovered from the unexpected joy and delight of a teaser trailer and a hauntingly-sweet poster showing Woody (Tom Hanks) standing alone, waiting, as we all are, for June 2019, than Disney delivers up a very meta longer trailer which manages, as We Got This Covered explains, to bring together the new and the old in a wholly-hilarious way:

“Things get a little meta in this latest promo, viewable above, which sees carnival toys Ducky (Keegan-Michael Key) and Bunny (Jordan Peele) reacting to the first trailer before struggling to remember Buzz Lightyear’s catchphrase. When Buzz and Woody themselves show up to remind them that it’s ‘To infinity and beyond’, the newcomers laugh off the idea for its mathematical impossibility.”



If that isn’t enough, three posters have also been offered up, showing Ducky and Bunny in all their wisecracking glory (yep, they’re so well-wrought so quickly that one look at the poster and you get a sense of who they are; Pixar, once again, at its absolute best), Forky, who we met in the teaser trailer, looking as anxious as ever, and Buzz who manages to be so Buzz in his poster that you can’t help but smile.

If you were excited by the teaser trailer, which was funny, sweet and brilliantly-chaotic all at once as only Toy Story can manage, you will be beyond thrilled by this trailer which serves as a reminder that the franchise which began it all for Pixar is well and truly alive and going places … perhaps even to insanity and a blond?

Toy Story 4 releases 20 June 2019 Australia and 21 June 2019 in USA.


(image via IMP Awards)


(image via IMP Awards)

Movie review: Set It Up

(image via IMP Awards)


There’s a good reason why falling in love is so popular in the movies – real life romance, lovely though it can be at times (most of the time if you find the “right” person), rarely comes close to the magnificently-confected perfection of the average romantic comedy or rom-com.

The vastness of the gulf between what is and what we dream of becomes most obvious in the better-crafted rom-com where every last aspect of falling gloriously in rosy-hued love is writ large and in colours so glitteringly beguiling that you would have to have a heart of blackened concrete not to be swept in the Cupid-ian machinations.

Example A, in this instance at least, is Set It Up, a Netflix-exclusive release starring Zoey Deutch and Glen Powell as two beleaguered personal assistants, Harper Moore and Charlie Young respectively, whose lives are most definitely not their own.

They work seemingly impossible hours with one scene seeing Harper required to wait until midnight at her desk to wake her demanding sports journalist star boss, Kirsten Stevens, from a nap; in another Charlie has to rush across town to meet his boss at an exclusive club, thinking he has one errand to run and then he’s off the clock.

He’s not of course with his boss, Richard “Rick” Otis (Taye Diggs), first wanting not wanting dinner then wanting it and then tossing it away.

It’s not an easy life, and honestly so monstrously-caricatured are Kirsten and Rick that you wonder how either Charlie or Harper haven’t taken out a contract on their boss’s life or at the very least resigned and gone to join a peaceful hippie commune somewhere.

Of course, the mercurial nastiness of both bosses, a lawsuit waiting to happen in anyone’s language, is all in service of a plot that is basically a paint-by-numbers rom-com narrative, as are Harper and Charlie’s lives who, it is clear, from the moment they clash over a delivery meal in the lobby, are destined to be A Thing.



What makes Set It Up a cut well above your average rom-com is that for all the been-there-done-that narrative functionality, and there’s plenty of slavish adherence to convention, it manages to take its tropes and do something magically delightful with them.

So well-executed is Set It Up, so adroitly does it summon the kind of romance we all wish for ourselves, naturally set in either New York or Paris with a large budget and elastic days that dare 24/7 normalcy to constrain them, that it’s well nigh impossible to resist being swept up in its abundant charms.

Helping matters considerably are Deutch and Powell who enjoy chemistry so perfectly-beguiling and enchanting to watch that it reminds you of Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan or Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves.

There is an ease and joyfulness, even in those scenes where the idea of freedom from the tyranny of their bosses and a return to some sort of personal autonomy seems like an impossible pipe dream, that powers the film, with Deutch delivering her snappy oneliners with the kind of comedic energy that makes you smile every time, and Powell displaying the kind of suck-it-up vulnerability that is appealing because it hints at the fact that he’s not really such a corporate sell-out after all.

So natural and unaffected is their rapport that you buy all kinds of narrative twists-and-turns that otherwise wouldn’t, and probably still don’t when objectively examined, make sense such as the time, nearing the final act, when Harper and Charlie decide to go to the engagement party of Harper roommate Becca (Meredith Hagner) despite the fact that Charlie has a girlfriend Suze (Joan Smalls) with whom he is supposed to be hanging out and who has been oft-neglected up to this point by her boyfriend’s insane schedule.

Naturally, Suze is nice enough but not a fit for Charlie not really and so when they decide to go to the party and then blow off the party after a short time to eat pizza and act goofily cute together, an act which might seem a little over the top given their current circumstances, you totally go with it.

How could you not? Harper and Charlie are a delight and as they plan for their bosses to fall in love and get off their backs for a while – yeah it’s kinda of selfish and eventually messy but honestly if you have managers like that, you’d throw the ethics out with the spurned dinner too – you totally root for them to succeed so they can have their lives back, preferably with each other.



Set It Up manages to feel both aspirationally blue sky-fabulous and grounded all at once, a mesmerisingly-good mix that you can likely attribute to the fact that two women wrote and directed the film.

The screenplay by Katie Silberman and direction by Claire Scanlon radiate the sense that life can be remorsely-demanding and full of all kinds of moral and ethical compromises – refreshingly some of the questionable tactics pursued by Harper and Charlie are called out and Rick and Kirsten are not complete ogre archetypes – but there is the capacity for something wonderful to happen too.

It’s this one eye on what is and the other on what we’d like to be that comes from an ability to see the full emotional panoply of life in all its gloriously contradictory complexity that defines Set It Up as something special, and at the risk of sounded misandristic, is something that women writer and directors such as Scanlon and Silberman, and the late great Nora Ephron seem to capture more expansively and fulsomely than men.

Whatever the drivers of its rom-com perfection, Set It Up is one of those films that sweeps you up in its hastily-constructed glittering universe so completely and unashamedly that its tropes and cliches feel organically real and possible rather than contrived and silly, marking it as an exemplar of its genre, that rare re-user of the conventions of its cinematic type, and let’s face it, all rom-coms are to some degree, that feels fresh, original and most of all transportively and reality-defying romantic.

Best of all, for all its otherworldly rom-com-ness, it feels weirdly and appealing possible, which for all of us, in love or otherwise, is probably its greatest gift of all.