Tunes Du Jour Presents 1990

By 1990, pop music was as fragmented as ever, with the charts reflecting a mix of dancefloor anthems, alternative breakthroughs, and genre-defying oddities. Hip-hop’s mainstream ascent was well underway, electronic music was taking shape in new and exciting forms, and rock music was shifting toward something grittier. The year’s defining hits weren’t just about big hooks—they were about movement, whether physical, emotional, or cultural.

Dance music thrived in 1990, blurring the lines between house, hip-hop, and pop. Madonna’s “Vogue” channeled the underground ballroom culture into a global phenomenon, while Deee-Lite’s “Groove Is in the Heart” mixed funk, rap, and psychedelic whimsy into a club classic. Elsewhere, Snap! (“The Power”) and Black Box (“Everybody Everybody”) brought European dance music into the mainstream, and 808 State’s “Pacific (707)” hinted at a future where electronic beats would dominate pop music. Even hip-hop joined the party, with M.C. Hammer’s “U Can’t Touch This” and Digital Underground’s “The Humpty Dance” bringing humor and flamboyance to the genre.

Meanwhile, alternative rock was carving out a larger space. Jane’s Addiction’s “Been Caught Stealing” and Faith No More’s “Epic” merged funk, metal, and punk into something unpredictable. The UK’s Madchester scene, fueled by dance rhythms and psychedelic guitars, produced The Stone Roses’ “Fools Gold,” Happy Mondays’ “Step On,” and Primal Scream’s “Loaded,” while The Charlatans’ “The Only One I Know” signaled Britpop’s coming rise. Across the Atlantic, Tom Petty’s “Free Fallin’” offered a more traditional take on rock, while Aerosmith’s “Janie’s Got a Gun” tackled dark subject matter with arena-sized drama.

Elsewhere, pop and R&B pushed forward with innovation. En Vogue’s “Hold On” showcased impeccable vocal group harmonies, Lisa Stansfield’s “All Around the World” delivered a fresh take on blue-eyed soul, and George Michael’s “Freedom ’90” turned self-reinvention into an art form. Janet Jackson’s “Escapade” and Prince’s “Thieves in the Temple” kept their respective streaks of forward-thinking pop hits alive. And then there was Sinéad O’Connor’s “Nothing Compares 2 U”—a Prince-penned ballad that, in her hands, became one of the most emotionally raw performances of the era.

Yet 1990 also had space for the delightfully weird. They Might Be Giants’ “Birdhouse in Your Soul” was an offbeat yet catchy rock song that felt beamed in from another world, while Pet Shop Boys’ “So Hard” continued their sophisticated synth-pop explorations. Biz Markie’s “Just a Friend” made earnest goofiness into a virtue, and DNA’s remix of Suzanne Vega’s “Tom’s Diner” pioneered a new wave of genre-hopping, blending folk with electronic beats. Even the global phenomenon of “Lambada” proved that music was becoming more borderless. Whether through innovation, reinvention, or sheer force of personality, 1990’s music remains as compelling as ever.

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Throwback Thursday – 1990

Take a DJ from the Ukraine, a style icon from Ohio, a graphic arts student from Tokyo, three legendary funk musicians from James Brown’s band, a homophobic rapper named after a personal hygiene implement, and a reference to a Dr. Seuss book, and you have the single that was named the best of 1990 by the Village Voice and New Music Express and the second best dance record of all-time (after Donna Summer’s “I Feel Love”) by Slant magazine.

The song is “Groove is in the Heart,” and it kicks off this week’s Throwback Thursday playlist, in which we’ll hear twenty of the best hits of 1990.


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It’s Jesus’ Birthday And I Need To Dance!

Actually, today is not Jesus’ birthday. At least not Jesus Christ’s birthday. Maybe Jesus de la Guarda of East L.A. was born on this date in 1983 (happy birthday, Jesus!), but Jesus Christ was not.

Most likely, Jesus (Christ, not de la Guarda) was born in autumn, perhaps on November 18. Not only is December 25 not His birthday, but 0 was not His birth year, according to some scholars. The assumed year of His birth is 6 to 4 B.C. That means Christ was born six to four years before Christ! He was truly ahead of his time! Ba-dum-bump.

Regardless of when His actual birth date was, folks in many parts of the world celebrate it today, because nothing is open anyway so why not?

As for me, I need to dance! The Tunes du Jour weekly dance party kicks off with Snap!’s “Mary Had a Little Boy.” Happy birthday, Jesus de la Guarda!


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It’s Friday And I Need To Dance!

I knew I was in trouble when the doctor walked into the examination room, looked at me, and said “Mrs. Garcia?”

Unfortunately, I was forced to change health care plans this year. By doing so, I could not longer see the doctor I’ve been going to for the past eleven years. Of those affiliated with my new insurance provider, I selected the doctor who was closest to my home.

I went to his office today because of my eyes. My eyelids are itchy and flaky, and beneath my eyes is swollen and red. I asked him how I should treat them, and he answered “I don’t know. I’m not a dermatologist.” Per the rules of the plan, I had to see him before I could go to a specialist, which seems to me to be a silly waste of time. He took a photograph of my eyes, instructing me to close my eyes for an effective photo. I didn’t go to medical school, but I could have figured out on my own that the best way to photograph my eyelids is for me to have my eyes shut. He’ll send the photos into headquarters, who will then contact me with the name of a dermatologist I can see. Until then, all I can do is scratch my eyelids until they bleed.

On the plus side, the doctor said I’m not pregnant. That calls for a dance.

Tunes du Jour’s weekly dance party kicks off with Neneh Cherry’s “Kisses on the Wind.”


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It’s Friday And I Need To Dance!

“You’re gettin’ busy like a bee and that’s the troof
I got a feeling there’s a fire on the roof.”

– “Wiggle It” by 2 in a Room

The phrase “busy like a bee,” or at least a variation thereof, dates back to the 14th century, when Geoffrey Chaucer used it in his The Canterbury Tales:
Ey! Goddes mercy!” sayd our Hoste tho,
Now such a wyf I pray God keep me fro.
Lo, suche sleightes and subtilitees
In wommen be; for ay as busy as bees
Be thay us seely men for to desceyve,
And from a soth ever a lie thay weyve.
And by this Marchaundes tale it proveth wel.

What on earth is he banging on about? Next time, Chaucer, use Spellcheck.

Per Wiktionary, the phrase “busy as a bee” means very active, working constantly.

The phrase is a bit of a misnomer, though. Not all bees work constantly. Take the drone. Unlike other bees, the drone does not collect nectar or pollen. The drone does not participate in the construction of the hive. Drones don’t have stingers so they are unable to cause pain to the frightened blogger who runs shrieking at the site of a bee. Per Slate.com, drones “don’t leave the hive until early afternoon, at which time they carouse around in packs, and when they get home just a few hours later, they rely on the worker bees to feed them.” Drones are assholes.

The drone exists to fertilize a queen bee. The mating takes place while the bees are in flight. Literally, they give a flying fuck. From penetration to ejaculation takes about two seconds, which to me is forty seconds shorter than sex should last. The drone dies soon after, as his penis and other much-loved body parts are ripped off during sexual intercourse. Any drones reading this, take it from me – no woman is worth that aggravation, and that’s the troof.

Friday is dance day at Tunes du Jour. This week’s party kicks off with 2 in a Room’s “Wiggle It.”


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It’s Ana Matronic’s Birthday And I Need To Dance!

“A kiki is a party, for calming all your nerves
We’re spilling tea, and dishing just deserts when they deserve
And though the sun is rising, few may choose to leave”

It’s Friday and I need to dance, but you already know that.

I’ve always enjoyed going out clubbing, especially in the early nineties. Some Fridays and many Saturdays I’d go with whoever I was then dating or a good friend to The Roxy or The Limelight or Twilo (though Twilo may have come into being a few years into the nineties) or that club on Sixth Avenue around 15th Street whose name escapes me at the moment or that bar/club/fire hazard in the East Village or The Saint. In New York, the clubs didn’t close at 2 AM or 4 AM. They stayed open. There were times we wouldn’t leave until 8 or 9 the next morning. As that was breakfast time, we’d head for a diner (a “coffee shop” in the local parlance, before coffee shop meant a place like Starbucks) to eat before heading home to sleep. Watching people start their Sunday before we even finished our Saturday made me feel so alive. I’m here on this earth and taking advantage of it.

It’s been a long time since I stayed out all night. Though I cherish the memories, I can’t say I miss doing so. That may be because I haven’t hit upon a club that plays music I’d like to dance to for hours on end. The exception is Oil Can Harry’s, a dive in Studio City that hosts classic disco night on Saturdays. I love me some classic disco, and can stay there until closing if classic disco and post-disco 80s house was all that was played. For some reason, the DJ throws on Rihanna or other contemporary acts between midnight and 1. That’s my cue to leave. Nothing against Rihanna – she has many fun club songs – but it throws me off after I’ve been grooving to Donna Summer and KC & the Sunshine Band and Chic to suddenly be brought back to the 2010s.

If they didn’t call it Classic Disco Night, if they mixed up the eras and genres throughout the evening, that would be welcome. Seventies disco, eighties house, nineties alternative, aughts pop – take the best of each and mix ‘em up. I’ll leave when the sun comes up.

I’d love to DJ there. This way I can play the music that would keep me going all night.

Every Friday Tunes du Jour posts a slice of such playlists. Today’s slice kicks off with “Let’s Have a Kiki,” performed by Scissor Sisters, whose Ana Matronic turns 41 today.


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