My all time musical icon, Debbie Harry is 66 today. And her and Blondie are still knocking out tunes.
It doesn’t quite rise to the sheer genius of the greatest stuff (what could – I mean could anything challenge the epic brilliance of “Parallel Lines“?) but it ain’t bad.
The new album “Panic of Girls” is released on July 4th. The Telegraph vaguely mentions (though to it’s credit partially refutes) the idea that Debbie begat Madonna who begat Lady Gaga. Yeah, whatever. I tend to think that Debbie could eat Madonna for breakfast and then stack the bones in the shower. Moreover I don’t see those as the spiritual successors of Blondie as much as maybe St Etienne, The Cardigans and maybe even Goldfrapp. Not least because all my suggestions were a part of a band and not solo artists. OK, Goldfrapp are a duo but imagine Alison without Will on the keyboards? Anyway, forget about line-ups and think teenage: Debbie, Nina, Sarah and Alison are just sexy whereas Madonna and Lady Gaga are just so contrived. Real sexiness doesn’t need a choreographer. It’s like on the male side the late Michael Jackson. Technically an incredible dancer but it just left you cold. There was no joy or true abandon to it. It’s a performance by numbers not by passion. Debbie Harry was (and is) not a carefully rehearsed piece of packaged pop. Seeing Blondie live is not like that. It is like being in the presence of a force of nature.
Anyway, happy birthday Ms Harry! And my finest regards to the rest of the band.