20050531
Suicide Sid
Headline: Imus Sports Anchor Pulled For Minogue Remarks
Abstract: Infinity sports WFAN New York midday co-host and Westwood One-syndicated “Imus In The Morning” sports anchor Sid Rosenberg has been pulled from the Imus show while management mulls his fate, according to the New York Daily News and New York Post. At...made regarding singer Kylie Minogue and her just-announced bout...
Date: May 28, 2005
Publication: Billboard Radio Monitor
Widely Considered the High Point of Kylie's "Fever" Tour
The Crying Game Medley
**Performed live only**
**Includes elements from the songs The Crying Game, Where Is The Feeling?, Put Yourself In My Place, Finer Feelings & Dangerous Game**
Where Is The Feeling (BIR Soundtrack Mix)
Wilf Smarties/Jayn Hanna
(Spoken) So why do I still feel this way?
Detached and vulnerable
The world on my shoulders
With just a wish for what it's worth
Just tell me everything's gonna be alright
The Crying Game
Geoff Stephens
I know all there is to know
About the crying game
I've had my share
Of the crying game
First there are kisses
Then there are sighs
And then before you know where you are
You're saying goodbye
One day soon
I'm gonna tell the moon
About the crying game
And if he knows
Maybe he'll explain
Why there are heartaches
Why there are tears
And what to do
To stop feeling blue
When love disappears
Put Yourself In My Place
Jimmy Harry
Mmmm, ahhhh
I can't take this situation
It's making me feel so blue
One moment you walked into my life
And now you're saying that we're through
I hear that you're in love now
Oh babe I don't know what to say
I can't believe that I still feel this way
I hear that you're in love now
Babe I don't know what to say
But before you decide
You won't be mine
Put yourself in my place
The circle will come around
You better put yourself (put yourself)
In my place
When your lovers bring you down
And there's no-one else around
You better put yourself
In My Place
In my place
Don't you know that
The circle will come around
Finer Feelings
Mike Stock/Pete Waterman
But what is love
Without the finer feelings?
It's just sex
Without the sexual healing
Passion dies
Without some tender meaning
It ain't love with out the finer feelings
Without the finer feelings
It's just sex
Without the sexual healing
Passion dies
Without some tender meaning
It ain't love with out the finer feelings
Dangerous Game
Steve Anderson/David Seaman
But those feelings still remain
And the embers feed the flame
How I hope you feel the same
So our love may grow again
The Crying Game (Reprise)
Geoff Stephens
Don't want no more
Of the crying game
Don't want no more
Of the crying game
Don't want no more
Of the crying game
Don't want no more
Of the crying game
Don't want no more
(Don't want no more)
Of the crying game
Don't want no more
(Don't want no more)
Of the crying game
Don't want no more
(Don't want no more)
Of the crying game
Don't want no more
(Don't want no more)
Of the crying game
20050524
Behind the Scenes
INTERVIEWS
Name: Michael Rooney
Job Title: Choreographer
How did you get to work with Kylie?
Director Dawn Shadsforth had requested me for Kylie's new Video 'Can't Get You Out Of My Head'. I was so thrilled to get that call from my agent. I packed my bags as fast as I could and got to London lickety-split. I do not know if Kylie knows this, but I made up all that choreography in my hotel room. I wanted to keep those movements tight and so I forced myself to rehearse in a 5X5 area! The rest is well... you know, MTV GOLD!
What does your job entail and how many people are involved in your area of tour preparation?
My part of the job is to choreograph and stage the tour and to follow William Baker's vision. I am also responsible for keeping the dancers on their toes and to make sure that all numbers are polished.
How much preparation goes into a tour of this scale and when does your involvement begin?
I started at the end of 2004 for this amazing tour when I auditioned dancers in London. And I usually prep for a big job like this about 3 weeks before I actually start to rehearse with Kylie and the dancers. Again following William Baker's lead and the Musical Director Steve Anderson's tracks, I like to close my eyes and envisage how the numbers could be. I do not like to choreograph right away. The movement usually comes to me at odd times. Sometimes in my sleep-when my subconscious can do it's best work. We had about 5 weeks of intense rehearsal for this tour. A lot of blood, sweat and tears!
How does this tour differ from Kylie's previous tours?
I think what is so wonderful about this tour is that Kylie is now able to express herself in a more womanly fashion. Doing all her number one hits in a much more mature way. Gracing the stage with her zest for her fans, keeps this singing and dancing Diva wanting to constantly grow as an Artist! Love that in her!
What is it like working with Kylie?
I get this question asked all the time and I must say again... I cant wait to get to rehearsals with Kylie, she makes my job so much fun! She works so hard and she picks up choreography in a snap! She knows how to move that body of hers, so she will tell me things that she wants incorporated into the show and I will try my best to make those moves happen in the right place on the tour.
I have never worked with someone like her before. She sings live... did you hear me? I said Kylie sings LIVE! Thats almost unheard of these days. She holds onto that microphone and switches it back and forth while doing all these incredible movements and lifts. I am just amazed at how much she memorizes all the moves with that microphone. She is a true professional and I am glad that I had a chance to choreograph for such a nice BOSS!
Best tour story?
When William Baker came into my rehearsals and saw some of the numbers that I had choreographed for the first time and at the end he told me he was GOBSMACKED!
Worst tour nightmare?
When at the last minute things get cut or changed and you have less then 24 hours to make those corrections. But I do love a challenge!
What is your favourite Kylie song?
UGHHHH!!! What a hard question! All of her songs have so much meaning. A lot of thought is put into the fact that even though Kylie is the POP DIVA of the world her lyrics are heart felt and meaningful, saying that I will have to say that my favorite song of Kylie's is 'Put Yourself In My Place'.
[Evidently related to Mickey Rooney, a fairly good dancer in his own day.]
20050522
Guardian Unlimited | Arts features
[This is not a very pleasant piece but since it reflects the impact Kylie's life and news is having on someone--not a Kylie fan--it is inmcluded here for reference.]
She seemed almost flawless, an otherworldly embodiment of physical perfection. But now, like thousands of ordinary women every year, Kylie Minogue has been diagnosed with breast cancer. Libby Brooks examines why Kylie's illness matters to us
Wednesday May 18, 2005
The Guardian
Kylie Monogue has cancelled an Australian tour and a headline performance at Glastonbury festival after being diagnosed with cancer. Photograph: Matt Dunham/Reuters
I would never have described myself as a fan. Which made it even more surprising, that whump in the stomach when I heard on the morning headlines that Kylie Minogue had postponed the Australian leg of her world tour after being diagnosed with breast cancer. Sandwiched on Radio 4 between a discussion on the role of Mary, mother of Jesus, in the Anglican and Catholic faiths and an interview with the home secretary Charles Clarke, it sounded like news from a parallel planet, as though someone had inadvertently mixed up a page of Heat magazine with the Today programme's running order. But it was true, and I felt sad. As did Audrey and Sophie and Nicky and the other friends of mine who had heard the news too and texted before I left my flat for work.
Of course there's something enormously disingenuous about feeling terribly distressed when an attractive 37-year-old celebrity has breast cancer. In common with most people reading this piece, I know a number of women who have suffered from this disease. One in nine women will be diagnosed with breast cancer during their lifetime. Some, including my own mother, survive it. Others do not. Minogue's cancer appears to have been caught at an early stage - she would have been checked regularly while touring for insurance purposes - and survival rates have never been higher.
So there are no obituaries to be written today, other than for the myth that mere celebrity itself inoculates against life's quotidian dramas. Minogue's celebrated bottom may be just as pert as it was yesterday, but she is no longer an object of envy. It seems an anathema that a global brand such as Minogue might lose all her hair during a course of chemotherapy. But though she has rendered her body perfect for public consumption, that same body has not granted her immunity.
It may sound strange, but the diagnosis is also a jolting reminder that Minogue is as much blood and bone as the rest of us. She never seemed to have so mundane a component as cells. Even in the era of the I Should be so Lucky bubble perm, she was dismissed as manufactured thanks to her association with Messrs Stock, Aitken and Waterman. And as her different incarnations multiplied - Club Minogue, Sex-kitten Minogue, Indie Minogue, Avant garde Minogue - so her image became more and more highly confected until, even in the flesh, she looked airbrushed. But now the plastic has deferred to the corporeal.
For all the visual stimuli her perfect proportions have offered, there is something curiously sexless about Minogue. She is sexualised, rather than erotic. Even those notorious gold hotpants had a cabaret feel about them, a cheeky wink rather than a full-frontal come-on. This may explain why, in the current era of Global Minogue, the whole world has taken to her. Everyone loves Minogue, from the lad mag readers to the pre-teen shriekers to the crowd at GAY.
And for those of us who grew up with Minogue, there's a further appeal. It's a shared knowledge that somewhere beneath the glitter and the gloss and the smooth, smooth hair here's Charlene, her Neighbours character, in a frothy wedding dress, stepping out of Erinsborough church with Jason Donovan on her arm. As someone who spent a succession of school discos attempting the Locomotion, I nurse a particular fondness for this woman who began her rocketing trajectory at a point when celebrity had not yet begun to eat its own tail. I would imagine that if Abi Titmuss was diagnosed with gallstones tomorrow she would gladly have the surgery live on air and then auction the scalpel to the highest bidder. Minogue, in contrast, has retained a certain freshness, a lack of cynicism and an accessibility.
Perhaps this is a consequence of that ageless, almost ethereal quality in Minogue's persona - she was well cast as the absinthe fairy in the musical Moulin Rouge. This never-quite-grown quality also seemed evident in her relationships - often brief and blazing, never quite reaching the stage of steady longevity (though her current romance with the French actor Olivier Martinez may be heading towards it). It is notable that she is still singing about love at first sight.
And here is the rub. Despite her wealth, her financial wit, her international status, over the past five years especially, the public discourse on Minogue has increasingly surrounded her romantic disappointments. Each interviewer puts the same questions, and she bats back an eloquent testament to her heartfelt desire to settle down, have children, and dust shelves. The notion of the professionally stellar but romantically defunct woman is an appealing template for habitual hounders of Modern Misses. Women are expected to crave husbands and babies. And when they do not - or are seen not to - they are punished for it. There's still a sense that women get away with their public successes, and only for so long. But how are they to be punished?
After turning 30 myself last summer, as a childless woman who is lucky enough to love her job, I'm well aware of what the statistical jeremiads have in store for the likes of me. I'm less likely to get married than to fracture my femur in three places while on a drunken bender, and likely to find my ovaries shrivelled to the size of raisins by the time I realise that child-rearing is a woman's ultimate fulfilment, and so on.
But there is one piece of information which it is difficult to sweep aside along with all that insidious, anti-women cant. I know that early childbearing and prolonged breastfeeding lowers the risk of breast cancer. I know that, although 80% of breast cancers are diagnosed in women over 50, those diagnosed in women under 40 tend to be more aggressive. It follows, then, that women who pursue their careers into their 30s, enjoying economic independence and professional fulfilment while controlling their fertility, are more at risk.
All this is a short hop from the Victorian belief that to be female was to be essentially physically vulnerable. But it seems like the worst kind of practical joke that a woman of any age should be punished with cancer, and the most frequently occurring of gender-specific cancers, simply because she has breasts. And even worse that, for younger women, cancer should puncture the bubble of possibility in the crudest of ways.
Feminism has often been described as a movement against nature, and here is the backlash at its most basic. I hope that no one will suggest that Minogue's cancer is a punishment for making her own choices but I suspect that it will be implied everywhere. (Equally, I hope that her experience will not be elevated as somehow more tragic or more significant than all the other women who were diagnosed this week.)
Naturally, choice is a vexatious element in this context. It would be miserable if Minogue's illness were taken as further evidence of why careers don't make women happy (or healthy), and why public and private lives are impossible to juggle. Even the cheerleaders of progress and independence seem confounded by the weary ping-pong over how much satisfaction a woman deserves to be able to fit into her life. Life is not all about choices - when to work, when to fall in love, when to procreate. Much of our time is spent on the things that you don't - or can't - choose, like a diagnosis of breast cancer. And it is how we cope with those events can be the hardest, and most meaningful, choices of all.
The girl who fell to earth
[This is not a very pleasant piece but since it reflects the impact Kylie's life and news is having on someone--not a Kylie fan--it is inmcluded here for reference.]
She seemed almost flawless, an otherworldly embodiment of physical perfection. But now, like thousands of ordinary women every year, Kylie Minogue has been diagnosed with breast cancer. Libby Brooks examines why Kylie's illness matters to us
Wednesday May 18, 2005
The Guardian
Kylie Monogue has cancelled an Australian tour and a headline performance at Glastonbury festival after being diagnosed with cancer. Photograph: Matt Dunham/Reuters
I would never have described myself as a fan. Which made it even more surprising, that whump in the stomach when I heard on the morning headlines that Kylie Minogue had postponed the Australian leg of her world tour after being diagnosed with breast cancer. Sandwiched on Radio 4 between a discussion on the role of Mary, mother of Jesus, in the Anglican and Catholic faiths and an interview with the home secretary Charles Clarke, it sounded like news from a parallel planet, as though someone had inadvertently mixed up a page of Heat magazine with the Today programme's running order. But it was true, and I felt sad. As did Audrey and Sophie and Nicky and the other friends of mine who had heard the news too and texted before I left my flat for work.
Of course there's something enormously disingenuous about feeling terribly distressed when an attractive 37-year-old celebrity has breast cancer. In common with most people reading this piece, I know a number of women who have suffered from this disease. One in nine women will be diagnosed with breast cancer during their lifetime. Some, including my own mother, survive it. Others do not. Minogue's cancer appears to have been caught at an early stage - she would have been checked regularly while touring for insurance purposes - and survival rates have never been higher.
So there are no obituaries to be written today, other than for the myth that mere celebrity itself inoculates against life's quotidian dramas. Minogue's celebrated bottom may be just as pert as it was yesterday, but she is no longer an object of envy. It seems an anathema that a global brand such as Minogue might lose all her hair during a course of chemotherapy. But though she has rendered her body perfect for public consumption, that same body has not granted her immunity.
It may sound strange, but the diagnosis is also a jolting reminder that Minogue is as much blood and bone as the rest of us. She never seemed to have so mundane a component as cells. Even in the era of the I Should be so Lucky bubble perm, she was dismissed as manufactured thanks to her association with Messrs Stock, Aitken and Waterman. And as her different incarnations multiplied - Club Minogue, Sex-kitten Minogue, Indie Minogue, Avant garde Minogue - so her image became more and more highly confected until, even in the flesh, she looked airbrushed. But now the plastic has deferred to the corporeal.
For all the visual stimuli her perfect proportions have offered, there is something curiously sexless about Minogue. She is sexualised, rather than erotic. Even those notorious gold hotpants had a cabaret feel about them, a cheeky wink rather than a full-frontal come-on. This may explain why, in the current era of Global Minogue, the whole world has taken to her. Everyone loves Minogue, from the lad mag readers to the pre-teen shriekers to the crowd at GAY.
And for those of us who grew up with Minogue, there's a further appeal. It's a shared knowledge that somewhere beneath the glitter and the gloss and the smooth, smooth hair here's Charlene, her Neighbours character, in a frothy wedding dress, stepping out of Erinsborough church with Jason Donovan on her arm. As someone who spent a succession of school discos attempting the Locomotion, I nurse a particular fondness for this woman who began her rocketing trajectory at a point when celebrity had not yet begun to eat its own tail. I would imagine that if Abi Titmuss was diagnosed with gallstones tomorrow she would gladly have the surgery live on air and then auction the scalpel to the highest bidder. Minogue, in contrast, has retained a certain freshness, a lack of cynicism and an accessibility.
Perhaps this is a consequence of that ageless, almost ethereal quality in Minogue's persona - she was well cast as the absinthe fairy in the musical Moulin Rouge. This never-quite-grown quality also seemed evident in her relationships - often brief and blazing, never quite reaching the stage of steady longevity (though her current romance with the French actor Olivier Martinez may be heading towards it). It is notable that she is still singing about love at first sight.
And here is the rub. Despite her wealth, her financial wit, her international status, over the past five years especially, the public discourse on Minogue has increasingly surrounded her romantic disappointments. Each interviewer puts the same questions, and she bats back an eloquent testament to her heartfelt desire to settle down, have children, and dust shelves. The notion of the professionally stellar but romantically defunct woman is an appealing template for habitual hounders of Modern Misses. Women are expected to crave husbands and babies. And when they do not - or are seen not to - they are punished for it. There's still a sense that women get away with their public successes, and only for so long. But how are they to be punished?
After turning 30 myself last summer, as a childless woman who is lucky enough to love her job, I'm well aware of what the statistical jeremiads have in store for the likes of me. I'm less likely to get married than to fracture my femur in three places while on a drunken bender, and likely to find my ovaries shrivelled to the size of raisins by the time I realise that child-rearing is a woman's ultimate fulfilment, and so on.
But there is one piece of information which it is difficult to sweep aside along with all that insidious, anti-women cant. I know that early childbearing and prolonged breastfeeding lowers the risk of breast cancer. I know that, although 80% of breast cancers are diagnosed in women over 50, those diagnosed in women under 40 tend to be more aggressive. It follows, then, that women who pursue their careers into their 30s, enjoying economic independence and professional fulfilment while controlling their fertility, are more at risk.
All this is a short hop from the Victorian belief that to be female was to be essentially physically vulnerable. But it seems like the worst kind of practical joke that a woman of any age should be punished with cancer, and the most frequently occurring of gender-specific cancers, simply because she has breasts. And even worse that, for younger women, cancer should puncture the bubble of possibility in the crudest of ways.
Feminism has often been described as a movement against nature, and here is the backlash at its most basic. I hope that no one will suggest that Minogue's cancer is a punishment for making her own choices but I suspect that it will be implied everywhere. (Equally, I hope that her experience will not be elevated as somehow more tragic or more significant than all the other women who were diagnosed this week.)
Naturally, choice is a vexatious element in this context. It would be miserable if Minogue's illness were taken as further evidence of why careers don't make women happy (or healthy), and why public and private lives are impossible to juggle. Even the cheerleaders of progress and independence seem confounded by the weary ping-pong over how much satisfaction a woman deserves to be able to fit into her life. Life is not all about choices - when to work, when to fall in love, when to procreate. Much of our time is spent on the things that you don't - or can't - choose, like a diagnosis of breast cancer. And it is how we cope with those events can be the hardest, and most meaningful, choices of all.
20050521
Kylie 'fine' after cancer surgery
Singer Kylie Minogue has had a cancerous lump removed from her breast in what doctors described as successful surgery, at a Melbourne hospital.
"Her spirits are high and she's feeling fine," said surgeon Jenny Senior, who described her as the "perfect patient".
The operation was carried out at the St Frances Xavier Cabrini Hospital.
The Australian singer's announcement on Tuesday that she had been diagnosed with breast cancer attracted sympathy from her many fans around the world.
Donations
"I am very pleased to be able to confirm that the operation was successful," said Dr Senior, who performed the operation on Friday afternoon.
"I feel confident that we caught the cancer in time and that she is now on the road to complete recovery," said the surgeon, who passed on the singer's thanks to all her friends and supporters.
The 36-year-old singer, who had to cancel the Australian leg of her "Showgirl" world tour to undergo urgent treatment, is said to be surrounded by her closest family as well as French actor boyfriend Olivier Martinez.
Minogue's UK spokesman Murray Chalmers said he could give no details of how the singer's treatment would progress, or say what kind of surgery she had undergone. But he said the singer was in "very good spirits".
Dr Sarah Rawlings, head of policy at the charity Breakthrough Breast Cancer, said: "Our thoughts and best wishes are with Kylie at this time. We are pleased to hear the surgery appears to have been successful."
Minogue, who has had 17 Top 10 hits in the UK since her 1988 number one I Should Be So Lucky, has sold an estimated 40m records, as well as winning an Emmy.
Fans of the singer are said to have donated 8,000 Australian dollars (£3,300) to a specially-created Kylie Minogue Breast Cancer Fund in its first 24 hours.
Breast cancer is the primary cause of cancer death among Australian women, and second only to lung cancer in the US and UK.
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