While Blogger was holding my blog hostage I kept referring to it as “my baby,” a label that was met with a whole bunch of funny looks from my friends. By Sunday morning the scene below started running through my mind on a loop, hence the need for ths Grace Jones post.

Grace Jones is such a weirdo. I revere her diva-ness, intense beauty, androgyny, vanguard musical talents, and perhaps above all else, ability to scare people. If, say, she and I were in competition for the same man, or even worse, holding opposite ends of a sequined tube top in Filene’s Basement, I may have to use the little blade that I keep handy. At 5’10, Grace has always been a big, black Amazon woman with a flat-top, buzzcut, or some other aggressive form of hair – a countercultural bundle of unique intrigue. And you know homegirl is crazy, right? A fansite recounts:

The Grace Jones show will often devolve into mayhem. She’ll throw champagne bottles at the audience, drag fans onto the stage by their hair. She once jumped at me stilettos first. Actual fights have broken out. She might toke on a joint, perform naked, or in tears.

Grace’s real-life crazy has made her perfect for her roles in Boomerang and Conan The Destroyer, and her music (“My Jamaican Guy” and “Pull Up To My Bumper” are my favorites) carries that same Strangé-ness even to this day. Can we take a look at something that probably gave me nightmares when it aired back in the day? Is it ok that it makes me slightly uneasy as an adult to I watch Emmy award-winning S. Epatha Merkerson play Pee Wee Herman’s little friend and Grace Jones show up in a breastplate and full length fur coat to sing “Little Drummer Boy”?

Wow. Grace Jones has a new album coming this October titled Hurricane. Check out the first single and freshly freaky video below, “Corporate Cannibal.”