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Richard Thorncroft aka julian barrett – you can’t handcuff the wind

don johnson – heartbeat

the idea of an actor embarking on a pop/music career no longer confuses, confounds us nor even amuses us with everyone and his grandmother in the performing arts and the media a professed multi-hyphenate of some variation –
singer/producer/actor/chef/writer/consultant/bus driver/trans rights activist/barista/volunteer/yoga instructor/foreign minister….etc

a sign of the times as prince might have said in his heyday, a need to adapt to the marketplace, inventing specialised skill sets to survive, to compete, to stand apart in an industry where the mysterious and imposing barriers of the past have been eroded by the empowering democracy of new tech…

or something like this. when – to use some random examples – a zooey deschanel, harry styles, david beckham, lady gaga go back and forth between film/tv and music/sports no one bats an eyelid; it’s simply part of remaining open/fluid in the modern marketplace and perhaps on a wider fundamental existential level, an acknowledgement that we all contain multitudes. this capacity to adapt is now a common reality amongst us all, the masses, the general public in a world where resources are being stretched thin and security, certainty a nice dream that was perhaps always just that; a dream.

but in the pre-internet era back in the 1980’s, the idea of a famous actor becoming a singer was still something of a novelty; a notion that made people choke on their cornflakes, drop their rubiks cubes as if witnessing an abhorrent, strange and inexplicable event akin to seeing a dog talk like a real live human, an elephant hang-gliding or a horse learning karate (i went too far here i realise.) if a journalist or newsperson of the time was to interview a member of the general public after they had watched a video of patrick swayze singing the sappy ‘she’s like the wind’ or don johnson faux sexy synthrock warblings on ‘heartbeat’, their reaction may well have been: ‘what the f**k is he doing? what a twat!’

this type of response did not apply to Prince or David Bowie -they were from another realm talent wise – but this reaction, equal parts ridicule, envy and anger was fairly typical. the notion that this famous, rich person should even try their hands at something else blasphemous to the idea of ones place in the universe. we should all do one thing and one thing only because well, who do you think you are you rich ponce? fannying around, showing off, have some self respect and respect for the ordinary joe who out you where you are and may never get to cavort and pose in a ridiculously overproduced music video. you already do that one thing we know you for? oh, just fuck off would you!!! i have to get up early for work, eat burnt toast, pick out some new curtains, other things etc…the arrogance, the hubris!!!! you just want it all while we can barely get fuck all as it is !!! eff you don johnson!!!

or something like that i imagine.