madonna pop

tainted love: an 80s playlist // listen here

  1. straight up - paula abdul
  2. 867-5309 (jenny) - tommy tutone
  3. hungry like the wolf - duran duran
  4. wanna be startin’ somethin’ - michael jackson
  5. let’s hear it for the boy - deniece williams
  6. safety dance - men without hats
  7. 1999 - prince
  8. it’s raining men - the weather girls
  9. maneater - darryl hall & john oates
  10. dancing with myself - billy idol
  11. walk like an egyptian - the bangles
  12. africa - toto
  13. mr. roboto - styx
  14. let’s groove - earth, wind & fire
  15. take on me - a-ha
  16. video killed the radio star - the buggles
  17. vogue - madonna
  18. cold hearted - paula abdul
  19. physical - olivia newton john
  20. hey mickey - toni basil
  21. super freak - rick james
  22. wake me up before you go-go - wham!
  23. like a virgin - madonna
  24. sweet dreams (are made of this) - eurythmics
  25. tainted love - soft cell
  26. i wanna dance with somebody - whitney houston
  27. what’s love got to do with it - tina turner
  28. always something there to remind me - naked eyes
  29. like a prayer - madonna
  30. i melt with you - modern english
  31. dont you (forgot about me) - simple minds
  32. total eclipse of the heart - bonnie tyler

Madonna, a former lover of Jean-Michel Basquiat tells her story

I am not sure if I met Jean-Michel in an art gallery or a night-club, but in those days you couldn’t tell the difference.

He had the presence of a movie star and I was crazy about him. He carried crumpled wads of money in the pockets of his paint-splattered Armani suits. Money he felt guilty about having. Money he always gave away to less fortunate friends.

I remember Jean-Michel’s tag - Samo- which was accompanied with a little crown and I remember thinking he was a genius. He was. But he wasn’t very comfortable with it.

I remember all the girls were in love with him and one night I looked out of his loft window and saw a girl whose heart he had broken, burning his paintings in a big bonfire. I wanted to stop her and rescue his paintings, but he didn’t seem to mind. He said it was their fate.

I remember him getting up at 3am and sleep-walking to an empty canvas. He stood inches away from it and proceeded to paint the most minuscule figures and what he did was so beautiful and intellectual and I stood watching him with dumbfounded amazement

He was one of the people I was truly envious of. But he didn’t know how good he was and was plagued with insecurities. He used to say he was jealous of me because music is more accessible and it reached more people. He loathed the idea that art was appreciated by an elite group.

When I broke up with him he demanded I give back the paintings he had given me. Not because he didn’t think I deserved them, but because he was obsessed with the idea that I would sell them.

He was so paranoid. of course, I was heart-broken but complied. Now I couldn’t buy one of his paintings if I wanted to.

When I heard that Jean-Michel had died I was not surprised. He was too fragile for this world.

I remember one summer having dinner with Andy Warhol, Keith Haring and Jean-Michel at Mr Chow’s and feeling like the luckiest girl in the world to have known him. To have known all of them. Now they’re all gone.

(Source:  New Straits Times - 2 June 1996)