Music & Concerts
Frank Ocean goes ‘Blond’
Genre-defying album one of year’s best so far


Frank Ocean took his time with his sophomore album but the wait paid off. (Photo courtesy Boys Don’t Cry)
Anticipation for new Frank Ocean studio material has been so frenzied that somehow it seems longer than just four years since his celebrated 2012 debut “Channel Orange” heralded his arrival as a major creative force.
That brilliant soul/hip-hop hybrid includes the heartrending ballad “Bad Religion,” about forbidden, unrequited love that a closeted young man feels for a male friend. The track, in tandem with Ocean’s startling public candor about his attraction to men, created a stir for both his bravery in a sub-genre often viewed as being less than tolerant toward homosexuality (although support for Ocean far eclipsed any negative outcry) as well as for its riveting honesty. The genre-tripping collection, also highlighted by marvelous gems such as “Pyramids” and “Monks,” was hailed by critics and fans as a masterpiece and it landed on many year-end “best of” 2012 lists.
Speculation over Ocean’s next move has been almost obsessive. Every hint, comment and potential clue about the follow-up to “Channel Orange” launched a mixture of feverish anticipation and consternation by fans battling impatience while salivating over the prospect of hearing what Ocean would turn out next. Ocean finally ended the long wait with a pair of strong projects: a visual album called “Endless” that dropped on Aug. 19, and the breathlessly awaited new studio release, “Blonde,” on the following day. Despite being defiantly non-commercial in every sense of the word — there’s not a strong pop radio hook to be found — “Blonde” has already achieved massive success, shooting straight to No. 1 on the Billboard Top 200 album chart.
It’s interesting to note that Ocean surrounds himself with a bevy of diverse collaborators on “Blonde” and, despite this, the album has been almost universally acclaimed by critics and revered by “serious” music fans since its release. Early this year Beyoncé’s similarly vast list of contributors on “Lemonade” was viewed by some vocal critics as tacit proof that the singer is merely a pop diva propped up by those with the “real talent.” This double standard is curious, and yet not so — obvious sexism, with men often afforded more respect for their talent, has been rampant in popular music from the beginning. “Lemonade” and “Blonde” couldn’t be more different sonically and thematically, but both are bold and uncompromising works that challenge listeners and raise the bar on what standard popular music produced for mass consumption can be.
Let there be no doubt, “Blonde” is a triumph. Although the endless perfectionism that led to its long gestation may be frustrating for fans, it’s difficult to argue that the end result does not justify Ocean’s meticulous attention to detail. His downtempo, idiosyncratically structured compositions fall between the cracks of any traditionally definable genre. The overall vibe is that of fragmented dreams, an intimate night of mind travel that’s languid and shrouded in smoke, mellow and contemplative but also immediate and emotionally potent.
Frank Ocean is one of those rare artists with a singular voice, a unique and immediately identifiable sound that is boundlessly original yet wears its influences and forebearers on its sleeve (think R&B greats like Prince, Stevie Wonder, D’Angelo and Bill Withers merged with hip-hop pioneers like De La Soul punctured with other sonic excursions as diverse as the Beatles and Radiohead). His hypnotic tone poems wander in unexpected directions, looping a kaleidoscope of sounds, samples and vocal effects with complete disregard for the confining lines of standard pop, R&B or hip-hop. “Blonde” is not a flashy album — it’s low key, personal and obviously a work of intense importance for the artist. It’s deeply absorbing and rewarding, with tracks like lead single “Nikes,” “Pink + White,” “Self Control” and the epic closer “Futura Free” among the high points. It’s hardly about the individual tracks, though. “Blonde” is an experience, a continuous journey that’s fascinating to hear unfold. It rewards repeated and careful listens, great headphones and a wide open mind of musical curiosity.
Music & Concerts
Underdog glorious: a personal remembrance of Jill Sobule
Talented singer, songwriter died in house fire on May 1

I’ve always prided myself on being the kind of music consumer who purchased music on impulse. When I stumbled across “Things Here Are Different,” Jill Sobule’s 1990 MCA Records debut album on vinyl in a favorite Chicago record store, I bought it without knowing anything about her. This was at a time when we didn’t have our phones in our pockets to search for information about the artist on the internet. The LP stayed in my collection until, as vinyl was falling out of fashion, I replaced it with a CD a few years later.
Early in my career as an entertainment journalist, I received a promo copy of Jill’s eponymous 1995 Atlantic Records album. That year, Atlantic Records was one of the labels at the forefront of signing and heavily promoting queer artists, including Melissa Ferrick and Extra Fancy, and its roster included the self-titled album by Jill. It was a smart move, as the single “I Kissed A Girl” became a hit on radio and its accompanying video (featuring Fabio!) was in heavy rotation on MTV (when they still played videos).
Unfortunately for Jill, she was a victim of record label missteps. When 1997’s wonderful “Happy Town” failed to repeat the success, Atlantic dumped her. That was Atlantic’s loss, because her next album, the superb “Pink Pearl” contained “Heroes” and “Mexican Wrestler,” two of her most beloved songs. Sadly, Beyond Music, the label that released that album ceased to exist after just a few years. To her credit, the savvy Jill had also started independently releasing music (2004’s “The Folk Years”). That was a smart move because her next major-label release, the brilliant “Underdog Victorious” on Artemis Records, met a similar fate when that label folded.
With her 2009 album “California Years,” Jill launched her own indie label, Pinko Records, on which she would release two more outstanding full-length discs, 2014’s “Dottie’s Charms” (on which she collaborated with some of her favorite writers, including David Hadju, Rick Moody, Mary Jo Salter, and Jonathan Lethem), and 2018’s stunning “Nostalgia Kills.” Jill’s cover of the late Warren Zevon’s “Don’t Let Us Get Sick” on “Nostalgia Kills” was particularly poignant as she had toured with him as an opening act.
Jill was a road warrior, constantly on tour, and her live shows were something to behold. My first interview with Jill took place at the Double Door in Chicago in early August of 1995, when she was the opening act for legendary punk band X. She had thrown her back out the previous day and was diagnosed with a herniated disc. To be comfortable, she was lying down on a fabulous-‘50s sofa. “I feel like I’m at my shrink’s,” she said to me, “Do you want me to talk about my mother?”
That sense of humor, which permeated and enriched her music, was one of many reasons to love Jill. I was privileged to interview her for seven of her albums. Everything you would want to know about her was right there in her honest lyrics, in which she balanced her distinctive brand of humor with serious subject matter. Drawing on her life experiences in songs such as “Bitter,” “Underachiever,” “One of These Days,” “Freshman,” “Jetpack,” “Nothing To Prove,” “Forbidden Thoughts of Youth,” “Island of Lost Things,” “Where Do I Begin,” “Almost Great,” and “Big Shoes,” made her songs as personal as they were universal, elicited genuine affection and concern from her devoted fans.
While she was a consummate songwriter, Jill also felt equally comfortable covering songs made famous by others, including “Just A Little Lovin’” (on the 2000 Dusty Springfield tribute album “Forever Dusty”) and “Stoned Soul Picnic” (from the 1997 Laura Nyro tribute album “Time and Love”). Jill also didn’t shy away from political subject matter in her music with “Resistance Song,” “Soldiers of Christ,” “Attic,” “Heroes,” “Under the Disco Ball,” and the incredible “America Back” as prime examples.
Here’s something else worth mentioning about Jill. She was known for collaboration skills. As a songwriter, she maintained a multi-year creative partnership with Robin Eaton (“I Kissed A Girl” and many others), as well as Richard Barone, the gay frontman of the renowned band The Bongos. Jill’s history with Barone includes performing together at a queer Octoberfest event in Chicago in 1996. Writer and comedian Julie Sweeney, of “SNL” and “Work in Progress” fame was another Chicago collaborator with Sobule (Sweeney lives in a Chicago suburb), where they frequently performed their delightful “The Jill and Julia Show.” John Doe, of the aforementioned band X, also collaborated with Jill in the studio (“Tomorrow Is Breaking” from “Nostalgia Kills”), as well as in live performances.
On a very personal note, in 2019, when I was in the process of arranging a reading at the fabulous NYC gay bookstore Bureau of General Services – Queer Division, I reached out to Jill and asked her if she would like to be on the bill with me. We alternated performing; I would read a couple of poems, and Jill would sing a couple of songs. She even set one of my poems to music, on the spot.
Jill had an abundance of talent, and when she turned her attention to musical theater, it paid off in a big way. Her stage musical “F*ck 7th Grade,” a theatrical piece that seemed like the next logical step in her career, had its premiere at Pittsburgh’s City Theatre in the fall of 2020, during the height of the pandemic. The unique staging (an outdoor drive-in stage at which audience members watched from their cars) was truly inspired. “F*ck 7th Grade” went on to become a New York Times Critic’s pick, as well as earning a Drama Desk nomination.
In honor of the 30th anniversary of Jill’s eponymous 1995 album, reissue label Rhino Records is re-releasing it on red vinyl. Jill and I had been emailing each other to arrange a time for an interview. We even had a date on the books for the third week of May.
When she died in a house fire in Minnesota on May 1 at age 66, Jill received mentions on network and cable news shows. She was showered with attention from major news outlets, including obits in the New York Times and Rolling Stone (but not Pitchfork, who couldn’t be bothered to review her music when she was alive). Is it wrong to think that if she’d gotten this much attention when she was alive she could have been as big as Taylor Swift? I don’t think so.
Music & Concerts
Tom Goss returns with ‘Bear Friends Furever Tour’
Out singer/songwriter to perform at Red Bear Brewing Co.

Singer Tom Goss will bring his “Bear Friends Furever Tour” to D.C. on Sunday, June 8 at 8 p.m. at Red Bear Brewing Co.
Among the songs he will perform will be “Bear Soup,” the fourth installment in his beloved bear song anthology series. Following fan favorites like “Bears,” “Round in All the Right Places,” and “Nerdy Bear,” this high-energy, bass-thumping banger celebrates body positivity, joyful indulgence, and the vibrant spirit of the bear subculture.
For more details, visit Tom Goss’s website.

Aussie pop icon Kylie Minogue brings her acclaimed “Tension” world tour to D.C. next Tuesday at 7:30 p.m. at the Capital One Arena. Tickets are still available at Ticketmaster.
The show features songs spanning her long career, from 1987 debut single, “The Loco-Motion,” to “Padam, Padam” from her album, “Tension.”