Eighty Years Ago, Anna Mae Bullock (Tina Turner) AKA The Queen Of Rock N Roll Was Born In Nutbush, Tennessee. The Greatest Female In Musique To Ever Do It, Who Forever Changed The Industry!

Eighty years ago today, Anna Mae Bullock (Tina Turner) AKA the Queen Of Rock N Roll was born in Nutbush, Tennessee. The greatest female in musique to ever do it,  Tina Turner who forever changed the industry!

To celebrate turning 80 years old, Tina has recorded a special birthday video message just for her fans.💜 #Tina80 pic.twitter.com/dUFEUawQ7r

— TinaTurner (@LoveTinaTurner) November 26, 2019

“As I’m about to turn 80, I’d like to think I’ve become wise in some ways,” Tina Turner just told Rolling Stone. But there’s never been a revival like Tina’s Eighties comeback. She became a solo superstar when she was 44. Things like that just don’t happen. (For context: That’s how old Lauryn Hill, Andre 3000, Mark Ronson, and Jack White are now.)

None of it happened the easy way. Tina’s always been a fighter, because she had to be. I remember hearing the WBCN DJ introduce this brand new hit by “the world’s hottest grandmother,” in the summer of 1984, and I could not believe my ears. This voice rasping, “What’s love got to do, got to do with it” — a grandma? This woman had lived. She’d gone through some grown-up shit. Every feeling you’d ever had, in your petty little teenage life? To her, it was just another second-hand emotion.

Her life just hit Broadway as the musical Tina. She began as half of Ike and Tina Turner — she was the cover star of Rolling Stone’s second issue, in November 1967. As the world should have guessed, but didn’t, this marriage was a torture chamber. But it’s the grown-up Tina we celebrate today. When she broke free with Private Dancer in 1984, she did more than just reboot her career. She became a whole new kind of pop star, defining middle-aged cool. Like another veteran born in the 1930s who came back strong in the Eighties, her fellow Nicheren Buddhist devotee, Leonard Cohen, she never tried to hide her age. Instead, she flaunted all the aches and bruises in her voice.

Nobody else could have done “Private Dancer,” her heart-wrenching ballad of an aging sex worker. As she just told Rolling Stone, the song “tells the story of women like me, caught up in sad situations, who somehow find a way to go on.” It was written by Dire Straits’ Mark Knopfler, never exactly regarded as a feminist icon, but in this song he did for strip clubs what “Sultans of Swing” did for mediocre trumpet players. Tina rattles off credit card options as she leans on the pole and leers to the listener-as-john: “Do you wanna see me do the shimmy again?” Jesus. Wow. No, thanks. Have a chair, ma’am.

At first, after she escaped Ike, the music business gave up Tina for dead. Black, female, pushing 40? No chance. But she found a bizarre new life, among the New Wave kids. She became one of the earliest MTV stars. For some reason, some people still fall for the fairy-tale bullshit about Michael Jackson being the network’s first black star, thanks to his noble white label boss, but ask anyone who was actually watching at the time — MTV in 1982 was home to an eclectic crew of edgy outsiders like Turner (“The Burner,” as J.J. Jackson always called her), Prince, Grace Jones, Joan Armatrading, Peter Tosh, Bus Boys, Sly & Robbie, Phil Lynott. These artists had nothing in common except they didn’t exist on rock radio, pop radio, or anywhere else on the American airwaves.

Tina’s Heaven 17 duet, “Ball of Confusion,” became an MTV staple. Heaven 17 were brilliant New Romantic synth-pop Brit-fops from Sheffield — alumni of the Human League. Main honchos Martyn Ware and Ian Craig Marsh had a side hustle as B.E.F., or the British Electric Foundation. Since Tina couldn’t get the time of day back home, she was amazed to learn there was a young generation of U.K. aesthetes who didn’t see her as a has-been — they looked up to her, and knew her records better than she did. As she recalled later, “Martyn, who was practically a boy, though a very talented one, happened to think that this middle-aged singer had a bright future.”

Something about the session seemed weird to her — no band? No instruments? Just a couple of pasty English twits and a room full of synthesizers? Well, what the hell: These kooky kids took her seriously, which was a nice change, so she went along with it. They wanted a little soul? She gave them soul. “Ball of Confusion” was a raw first-take vocal. She had no way of knowing it would rescue her career.

Martyn Ware produced her next single, a cover of Al Green’s “Let’s Stay Together,” the rock upon which Private Dancer was built. By the next time they made a B.E.F. album, in 1991, Tina was obviously one of the world’s biggest stars, but she didn’t forget the friends who gave her a helping hand. She gave B.E.F. a raw and righteous version of “A Change Is Gonna Come.”

The night her career finally blew up came in January 1983, thanks to one of her biggest fans: a guy named David Bowie. The Thin White Duke was about to give his new label his biggest hit in years, Let’s Dance. When he came to NYC, the Capitol bosses wanted to wine him and dine him and celebrate the filthy fortune they were all about to make. But Bowie told them he had plans — he was seeing his favorite singer at the Ritz. And — as he informed them — so were they. Her manager Roger Davies was shocked to get a call from the label asking for a few last-minute guest spots. Sixty-three of them.

When Tina hit the stage that night, she had no idea Bowie had dragged his label bigwigs there, along with half the city’s rock & roll royalty. But she blew the room away. “My Cinderella moment,” she put it in the 2019 memoir My Love Story. “That night at the Ritz was the equivalent of going to the ball (minus the part about Prince Charming) because it changed my life dramatically.”

Tina stayed up till dawn with Bowie, Keith Richards, and Ron Wood, jamming on Motown oldies at the piano and draining the hotel’s Jack Daniels supply. In the morning, she got in a cab and sadly “headed back to reality.” She didn’t know it yet, but from now on, this was her reality. The Ritz gig led straight to Private Dancer, and after that she’d never be unfamous again.

Rolling Stone waved the flag for her early on, with a four-star review from one of the magazine’s top critics, Debbie Miller. It has to be one of the most career-altering Rolling Stone raves ever; it essentially made her whole comeback legend. The review ended with one hell of a kicker: “Last year, I heard Tina Turner sing that awful Terry Jacks song ‘Seasons in the Sun’ on television, and she found something in it that broke her heart. Imagine her doing the same thing to good songs.”

Private Dancer, like most of her solo work, was crafted mainly by English dudes, which exposed her to some unkind backlash. In 1983, before Private Dancer even happened, Rick James complained to People, “There are no blacks on MTV’s program list except for Tina Turner, and she stopped being black about 10 years ago.” Super bitchy, Rick. It’s an old song: an African-American originator goes to Europe for the respect denied her at home. (She’s lived in Zurich for years, and recently became a Swiss citizen.) But Turner seized this as an opportunity to conquer America — this time on her terms.

Tina and Bowie formed one of the Eighties’ most touching celeb friendships, always praising each other to the skies, as well as collaborating for some of the most (how shall we put this) innnnteresting moments of either career. Especially “Tonight,” a nightmarish synth-reggae 1984 duet on a drug-death dirge he wrote with Iggy. “Tonight” is objectively terrible, and I love every second of it. When they blend their voices on the money line — “I will love you till I die / I will see you in the sky” — you can hear the strange love that bonded these two weirdos together. And yes, they also dueted in his Pepsi TV ad, changing the words of “Modern Love” so they’re about soda pop: “Now I know the choice is miiiine!”

So on her birthday, let us raise a toast — how about a hotel basement’s worth of Jack and Dom P? — to a true rock star. You can hear Turner’s grit in hits like “Better Be Good to Me.” But it’s also there in deep cuts like her amazing 1985 version of the Motels’ L.A. New Wave classic “Total Control.” It got buried on U.S.A. for Africa’s We Are the World LP, which everybody bought but nobody played. Yet her “Total Control” snarl sums up an artist who bet it all on her defiance of male authority. Nobody can deny Tina Turner has spent her 80 years walking it like she talked it.” – Rollingstone.com

Beyonce also joined in on the well wishes!