When I was growing up, my three best girlfriends were Diana, Mary, and Flo--and if you don't know whom I'm talking about, please stop reading now. Diana Ross, Mary Wilson, and Florence Ballard were the original Supremes, the dream girls of Motown.
Diana Ross -- Miss Ross to you, Diane to family and (Motown) friends -- heart-stoppingly opened Brooklyn's restored King's Theatre last night (February 3) by entering from the back of the vast, spectacularly refurbished auditorium.
Sam Cooke's lament -- "Another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody" -- summed up my social situation after, for reasons known only to my unconscious. I'd blown the Sweet 16 by ignoring my friendly good-looking date in favor of a sarcastic snob at the next table.
Comfortably at No. 5 though, besting acts like The Spice Girls, En Vogue and Martha & The Vandellas, was Exposé. According to singer Jeanette Jurado, the '80s freestyle collective is all-too-grateful its music, now "classics," lives on.
I started the week with a big drawing of the new musical, Motown. This is a show about the life of record producer/songwriter, Berry Gordy. It is already a big hit, with the winning formula of a score of very popular Motown hits.
Motown, and in particular The Supremes, were symbols of breaking racial barriers. The appearances of The Supremes on mainstream variety shows weren't just critical for what it said about the humanity of African Americans, it also said a great deal about the position of black women in society.