President Obama’s Greatest Musical Moments
By Jaime Lees
Tue, Jan 10, 2017
When Barack Hussein Obama was elected President of the United States, it seemed like anything was possible. The fabled American Dream was alive and thriving. We voted for hope and change and we got them both balanced on the shoulders of a man who seemed capable of expertly executing the job.
Now, with only days left on the clock until our country comes under the power of a known psychopath, we mourn what we’re losing and look to the future with appropriate horror. It seems entirely possible that President Obama might go down in history as not just the first African-American president but also the last great American president. Ever. He wasn’t perfect, of course. Like all politicians, he could be hugely disappointing and his public silence and inaction on some matters felt brutal. But it seems safe to say that very (very) soon we will look back on President Obama’s time in office as a golden era.
Not only was he an accomplished, charismatic and dignified leader, he was personable in a style that we’ve never before experienced. And one of the most effective and consistent ways that he connected with the American people was through music.
President Obama used music to showcase his personality and his compassion. He was never shy about expressing how deeply a song or a musician moved him. We knew his opinions on popular artists and it made him more relatable. We also knew that our president sometimes felt compelled to sing or to do a little shimmy. We even knew what he listened to on Spotify. And we loved it all.
Below is a collection of President Obama’s greatest musical moments. Thanks for the great work and the excellent music, Mr. President. We’d love another spin.
This should’ve been our first indication that President Obama was going to be bumping. Here he is as a candidate, dancing his way onto The Ellen DeGeneres Show, as is the tradition:
Here’s Chi-town’s own Barry O joining Mick Jagger, Buddy Guy and BB King at the White House for a few lines of “Sweet Home Chicago”:
Check out President Panty Dropper singing Al Green. That little bite of the lip! He really puts the “O” in Oval Office. It was kind of nice to have a President that was attractive and virile. (There’s no chance of that with the next guy.):
The White House hosted a tribute to Ray Charles, giving our main man another opportunity to showcase his pipes:
Many were charmed when Obama spontaneously sang “Purple Rain” to a kid dressed as Prince last Halloween:
He and Michelle also did an endearing little dance to Michael Jackson’s “Thriller”:
President Obama invited Kendrick Lamar to perform at the White House on the 4th of July. Yeah, let that one sink in for a minute:
He awarded Bruce Springsteen the Presidential Medal of Freedom saying, in part, “I am the President; he is the Boss”:
He also awarded Bob Dylan the Presidential Medal of Freedom and then later gave us a peek into how the whole experience went down with Mr. Freewheelin’:
Let’s take a minute to appreciate that we had a black President who frequently celebrated music made by black artists while he was living in the Whitest of Houses. About damn time, right? Over the years President Obama has served as host for a wide range of African-American artists including Alicia Keys, Aretha Franklin, Beyoncé, Common, Janelle Monáe, Jay-Z, Jill Scott, John Legend, Smokey Robinson, Stevie Wonder, Usher and the Roots. Here’s Obama singing “Jingle Bells” with Chance the Rapper at the most recent Christmas tree lighting ceremony. (Chance’s dad was Obama’s state director back in his Illinois days.):
In this clip the Obamas dance as a pre-Lemonade Beyonce sings the timeless 1941 classic “At Last,” made famous by Etta James in 1960:
Barack and Michelle danced a lot, actually. Dancing is where their passions meet, as it combines Barack’s passion for music with Michelle’s passion for getting active. In this video they’re trying the tango, but President Obama was known for dancing all across the world, from Alaska to Kenya:
And here they are having an impromptu boogie to “Uptown Funk” with R2D2 and a stormtrooper. They always seemed to have fun:
President Obama somehow even managed to make Jimmy Fallon’s moronic show tolerable for a few short minutes when he showed up to slow-jam the news:
Here’s a recent video from Usher of the President dancing to “Hotline Bling.” #Lit:
The President was also down with the kids, happily hosting his own festival called South By South Lawn on the grounds of the White House:
And here’s our boyfriend trying not to sing along with Aretha Franklin during Carole King’s Kennedy Center Honors ceremony. Was that a tear? And yes, even the President must stand when Aretha takes off her fur:
We saved the best for last. In this video, President Obama paused to sing “Amazing Grace” while presenting the eulogy for Reverend Clementa Pinckney after Pinckney and his fellow church members were executed in a racially motivated mass shooting in North Carolina. The universally moving song was adopted by southern gospel culture decades ago and it was the perfect expression of President Obama’s humanity and a grieving nation:
Until next time, Obama.
link: Riverfront Times
Bruce Springsteen Is Full of Shit (But He’s Still the Greatest)
By Jaime Lees
March 02, 2016
Bruce Springsteen is one of America’s finest exports. He’s the embodiment of the blue-collar dream: a man who worked hard and didn’t give up until he built something massively successful out of nothing. He is talented. He is attractive. He is charisma personified. He is also, however, full of shit.
Springsteen is the most impressive actor that you’ve ever seen. His whole persona is based off of being a rock & roll everyman. The story is simple: He came from meager beginnings in Nowheresville, New Jersey. His parents sacrificed and saved to buy his first electric guitar. Young Bruce learned to play, stayed invisible in school, narrowly escaped a stint in the army and then took every shitty gig possible until he was finally saved by musical superstardom.
That’s some fine myth-making right there. Because while the whole story might be true, it leaves out some important parts.
Springsteen, after all, was fairly successful pretty early into his career. He built a cult following in his region just a few years after he started playing under his own name — and talent scouts and managers took notice. In fact, one of the few hardships he’s faced professionally came about because he found management almost immediately. That management wasn’t the best, and for a while Springsteen didn’t own the rights to his own music. But this was remedied with a legal battle almost 40 years ago.
He still sings many of the songs that he wrote back in the beginning. And he still sings about union cards and hungry hearts and glory days and the demise of the Chicken Man. He still sings about being lonesome and driving in cars late at night and the feeling of suffocating small-town doom. His heartbreak still sounds fresh and real — not contrived or inauthentic at all.
But he hasn’t been a scruffy little underdog for decades; that is just a pose. Consider this: He’s touring now to promote a box set version of The River, an album that he released in 1980. Many of the songs from The River were leftovers from a previous album. Meaning this: The man is so successful that his re-released leftovers still get fanfare almost three and a half decades later. Springsteen is not a tramp like us and he hasn’t been for a long, long time.
He might remember what it feels like to be a working-class bumpkin, but he couldn’t possibly relate to it anymore. It’s difficult to reconcile Springsteen’s finely crafted down-on-their-luck characters with his undisputed international success. He used to sing longingly about the unattainable mansion on the hill, but now he can buy many mansions on many hills. He might have gotten his start playing gritty seaside hellholes, but now he buys houses in Beverly Hills and earns $100 million record deals and $10 million book advances.
You’d have to be shockingly uninformed to believe that Springsteen still lives the life that he sings about or that he’s anything like the personalities in his classic songs. But does any of this weird dissonance matter when you watch him on stage? Nope. Not one bit.
It doesn’t matter if you know his history. It doesn’t matter if you don’t know all of his songs. It doesn’t even matter if you like his music. When he stands behind a microphone, Springsteen will own you. You will believe him and his stories. You’ll think that his concert only ended so that he could get to work on time for the graveyard shift at his factory job.
At this point, Springsteen could totally phone it in. He’s been at it for so long that he could just set his stage to cruise control and still sell out every show. At age 66, with nearly 50 years of performing publicly under his belt, he wouldn’t even be faulted for not producing a multi-hour extravaganza. He could just show up in a pair of khaki shorts and still get paid royally — but that slacker blood, it never burned in his veins.
When Springsteen commits to playing a concert, he commits to bringing his all while dropping both sweat and panties. He has a reputation to uphold. His shows are athletic, energetic and appear to be exhausting. Some of his records may be earnest and restrained, but in a live setting his focus and energy can’t be beat. No single man has worked so hard onstage since James Brown. Others in his age group still do stadium shows and do them well, but it takes four whole Rolling Stones to pull off the prowess of just one Bruce Springsteen.
With Springsteen, you know what you’re going to get. He’ll take the stage in painted-on jeans. He’ll be all rippling tendons, like a panther on the hunt. He’ll tell stories between songs that sound like he’s reading poetry. His leathery face will fluctuate between beaming and grimace. He’ll grunt and growl and howl and then whisper like he’s telling you a secret. He’ll take charge of your emotions and crush you, but then he’ll lift you up so high that you’ll feel like you’re flying. He’ll skip taking an encore break and just continue to breeze across the stage like it ain’t no thing. He will finally exit in a graceful blaze of glory.
His marathon show will clock in at around three and a half hours. You will leave completely spent and feeling extra tired for him. More importantly, you will leave thinking that somehow, some way, he still fully believes every damn word that he sang.
So when you’re having a debate over who is the best actor ever, forget Marlon Brando or Meryl Streep or Daniel Day-Lewis. The only real answer is also the greatest living performer of our time: Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen. Catch his live show if you can; it’s unbeatable. He’s a man with nothing to prove who still goes out and proves it every night of his tour. Springsteen will take you and make you his bitch. They don’t call him “The Boss” for nothing.
7:30 p.m. Sunday, March 6. Chaifetz Arena, 1 South Compton Avenue. $58 to $153. 314-977-5000.
– link: Riverfront Times
Bruce Springsteen’s Soul: A Presentation from the National Blues Museum
By Jaime Lees
Tue., Aug. 27 2013
Due to open in 2014, the National Blues Museum is set to become a must-visit destination for both St. Louis residents and out-of-town visitors. Located on the recently revitalized Washington Avenue downtown, the museum will present the history of blues, which it praises as the “foundation of all modern American music.”
But the National Blues Museum organizers aren’t content to wait until next year, they’re already busy conducting business. The museum is presenting a series of events that are being hosted by their future neighbors, the beautifully renovated Central Library downtown.
Tonight the library presents guest speaker Dr. Lauren Onkey, the Vice President of Education and Public Programs at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum in Cleveland. She’s in town to speak on Bruce Springsteen and his connection with soul music.
Springsteen has long been known as one of the greatest stadium stars in the world, with stamina only rivaled by Prince and massive charisma in comparison to our own Chuck Berry. In fact, Springsteen is a prominent Berry fan, performing Berry’s songs throughout his entire career. (Including as lately as just last month.) It is this kind of appreciation and allegiance that Dr. Onkey will explore during her presentation.
Every audience member who has experienced (or just endured) one of Springsteen’s legendarily long concerts knows that the Boss takes time during every 4-hour-long show to delve into a wide-ranging stable of covers. If you’re at a Bruce show, like it or not, you’re going to get an education in older music.
At Springsteen’s 2008 St. Louis concert, he kicked off the night with a cover of the Crystals’ “Then He Kissed Me.” (Featuring a saxophone solo from The Big Man, himself, Clarence Clemons.) He also played “Twist and Shout,” a Johnny Rivers cover (“Mountain of Love”) and Berry’s “Little Queenie.” But he’ll sneak in an influence whenever he can, and he also played a bit of Buddy Holly during the segue between “Because the Night” and “She’s the One.”
Springsteen is respectful of the music that has inspired him, honoring it by gifting it to the tens of thousands in his audience every night he performs. But it is more than his choice of covers that will be discussed by Dr. Onkey– the event also promises to dig deeper into his musical subtleties and “explore the important and often unrecognized role soul music has played in Springsteen’s sound and performance.”
“You Can’t Get There by Yourself: Bruce Springsteen’s Soul Roots”
Guest Speaker: Dr. Lauren Onkey, PhD
Central Library Auditorium
1301 Olive Street
Admission is free and open to the public
link: Riverfront Times
The Rams may not be taking the field on Sunday at Super Bowl XLVI, but someone from St. Louis will be: Nick Smarrelli, chief operating officer at St. Louis IT firm GadellNet Consulting Services. He’ll be helping to escort Madonna on the field for her halftime show, as reported yesterday in an article in the St. Louis Business Journal.
With exactly one minute of Facebook stalking we learned a bunch about Smarrelli. He was married a few years ago, he does a bunch of traveling (Tibet, Australia, Jamaica, Lake Tahoe) and he has cute dog named Cooper. He seems swell and he has a very nice smile. We’re glad we have a man on the inside and we want all of the juicy details when he comes home. (Was Madonna a bitch? Yes? In the good way or in the bad way? And seriously, how was her face without HD-ready makeup?)
For those of us who know not one darn thing about football, halftime is the best time. It’s our chance to get excited about what’s on the big screen. But the Super Bowl executives have an unreliable history when choosing the entertainment. It seems to be a crapshoot, really.
I thought that Prince would be the peak of halftime performances, but he was followed with a rad Tom Petty show. And after Petty came that panty-dropping performance from Bruce Springsteen. Damn. But then after Springsteen was a just-okay performance from the Who. And then the worst came last year we were forced to endure that total barf-fest from the Black Eyed Peas. (*Shudder*)
But even if Madonna’s controversial appearance blows or Smarrelli breaks a leg (literally) we will still have Dan Connolly to represent us. Connolly is a native St. Louisan, a full-time awesome dude and a player for the Patriots. Connolly set some kind of fancy football record last season, and this year he’s a starting lineman for New England. And before you ask that all-important STL question, we will tell you that Connolly went to Marquette High School. Way to rep that Marquette Mustang, Dan.
Who else from St. Louis is going to be a part of the Super Bowl?
- link: Riverfront Times