Writer, editor, etc. For more information, see jaygabler.com.
1 note | Permalink
You’d think that dropping a bucket of water on a hot babe in a lace leotard would be something impossible to screw up. Surprise!
6 notes | Permalink
He would have had a New Coke, but he was afraid that would be too gay.
Doug Goldstein, in I Want My MTV: The Uncensored Story of the Music Video Revolution
3 notes | Permalink
I’m reading a history of MTV, and it’s reminding me just how recently it was that people felt the need to say things like, “He didn’t care John was gay, that didn’t bother him at all.” For Portable, I wrote about homophobia at MTV.
2 notes | Permalink
Arsenio Hall, in I Want My MTV: The Uncensored Story of the Music Video Revolution
3 notes | Permalink
My Guilty Pleasure for Portable this week (forthcoming) is a holiday twofer, and one of the two is Darlene Love’s timeless classic “Christmas (Baby Please Come Home).” Love has performed the song on Letterman every year since 1986, excepting 2007 because of the writers’ strike. Here’s that first 1986 performance, complete with Spuds MacKenzie commercial.
5 notes | Permalink
“If It Isn’t Love” choreography | New Edition (1988)
One Direction, this is the bar.
This week I researched Scientology to write a review of the movie The Master…and also, I’ve been reading Transformers comics like this one from 1986. Thus it was that I came to the strange discovery that “engram,” the Transformers’ word for stored memory, is the same one used by L. Ron Hubbard.
Was Optimus Prime a Scientologist?
8 notes | Permalink
The editors of my eighth grade yearbook made predictions for each graduate of Nativity of Our Lord School. Mine: “Most likely to become coach of the Seattle Mariners.”
Indeed, despite living in St. Paul, Minnesota, I was a big fan of the Mariners. Well, it’s not so much that I was an actual fan as that I was enacting a sort of tween performance art in which I pretended to be a fan of the worst team in baseball. I wore the cap around all the time (pictured here at a Twins game with my cousin Chris in 1988), bought the complete set of baseball cards, followed the standings in the paper, and—in the spirit of Charlie Brown idolizing the hapless Joe Shlabotnik—made my favorite player the occasional reliever Ed Núñez, best known for accusing the Mariners of racial discrimination when they refused to put him on the disabled list in 1986.
“They are treating me like this because it is Edwin Núñez, from Puerto Rico, and the color of my skin is a little dark. If it was a white person, they would just put him on the disabled list. Edwin Núñez? No, he has to go through every test in the book.”
0 notes | Permalink