Oh, I could not stay away from this.
Following weeks of rumors that Michael Jackson would perform for the first time in nine years at the World Music Awards last week, Wacko Jacko showed up to the show and announced that he would not perform.
Perhaps, though, he realized that might not have been a great move, because toward the end, Jacko jumped on stage with a gospel choir and sang “a few shaky lines from ‘We Are the World’” a Rolling Stone Daily email from last week said.
That, slightly unpredictably, did not turn out so well. The stunt provoked the half-full arena to hiss like a bunch of snakes. Oh, man, I wish I had been there. Way to piss off all your fans, Psycho.
And to perhaps add insult to injury, he collected his two awards (the Diamond Award and Guinness World Record Award for “Thriller”) from Beyonce with the following words [read in high pitched voice]: “I’m greatly humbled by this award. It was my dream that ‘Thriller’ would become the biggest selling album ever. I thank God and you for its success... I love all my fans from the bottom of my creepy little heart.”
Okay, so he didn’t say that exactly, but he did thank all his fans from the bottom of his heart. And then he has sex with a boy on stage.
Okay, that didn’t happen either, but it wouldn’t have surprised me. What a weirdo.
But, seriously, really? Really, Jacko? You’re going to lie to everyone by not performing and then you’re going to thank them. Bahrain can have you. We don’t need your creepiness here anymore.
You piss me off, Jacko, but boy does your weirdness remind me why it is that I <3 rock stars…
Monday, November 27, 2006
Monday, November 20, 2006
"She was feelin' 1972..."
By Christina R.
Different moods call for different music. If you’re feeling angry or excited, perhaps a more upbeat album will suit your cause. But, for my money, there’s nothing more fitting for a day or night of chillin’ than Josh Rouse’s 1972.
It was the first Josh Rouse album I purchased, and it quickly became one of my favorite albums in my collection. A mix of rock and soul, with perhaps the slightest disco inflection, this album offers 10 tracks of toe-tapping fun. Alliteration aside, each track has the perfect blend of funk and cleverly worded lyrics to make anyone just sit back, relax, groove just a little and take it all in.
The album, released in 2003, presents ideas of relationships and life in clever, almost silly songs. Take for instance, track five, “Comback (Light Therapy)”. Over a funky walking bass line, Rouse declares “I miss my serotonin / my days are goin’ nowhere fast,” and that “Maybe if the sun would shine / It’d bring my happy back.” In another track, he claims himself to be “such a pretty boy.”
They’re lines that’ll bring a smile to your face; but upon a closer listen, the songs could really just be deep, albeit silly, metaphors for a lost love and detached loneliness. Rouse uses semi-unconventional ways to reach these conventional themes. It’s definitely worth a listen or two.
And you feel like toning it down just a little more, look no further than the last two tracks on the album. The rhythmic acoustic led “Sparrows Over Birmingham” stands as a gospel rock tribute to old memories, which leads right into the lighter “Rise” that makes you start tapping your foot all over again, as Rouse laments being crazy in love. “Think they’re gonna come and carry me away,” he repeats over and over again. “Think they’re gonna come and carry me away / from you.”
If you got an extra $15 bucks lying around, and you’re really itching to chillax, go get yourself a copy of Josh Rouse’s 1972. Then sit back, relax, groove just a little and take it all in.
Different moods call for different music. If you’re feeling angry or excited, perhaps a more upbeat album will suit your cause. But, for my money, there’s nothing more fitting for a day or night of chillin’ than Josh Rouse’s 1972.
It was the first Josh Rouse album I purchased, and it quickly became one of my favorite albums in my collection. A mix of rock and soul, with perhaps the slightest disco inflection, this album offers 10 tracks of toe-tapping fun. Alliteration aside, each track has the perfect blend of funk and cleverly worded lyrics to make anyone just sit back, relax, groove just a little and take it all in.
The album, released in 2003, presents ideas of relationships and life in clever, almost silly songs. Take for instance, track five, “Comback (Light Therapy)”. Over a funky walking bass line, Rouse declares “I miss my serotonin / my days are goin’ nowhere fast,” and that “Maybe if the sun would shine / It’d bring my happy back.” In another track, he claims himself to be “such a pretty boy.”
They’re lines that’ll bring a smile to your face; but upon a closer listen, the songs could really just be deep, albeit silly, metaphors for a lost love and detached loneliness. Rouse uses semi-unconventional ways to reach these conventional themes. It’s definitely worth a listen or two.
And you feel like toning it down just a little more, look no further than the last two tracks on the album. The rhythmic acoustic led “Sparrows Over Birmingham” stands as a gospel rock tribute to old memories, which leads right into the lighter “Rise” that makes you start tapping your foot all over again, as Rouse laments being crazy in love. “Think they’re gonna come and carry me away,” he repeats over and over again. “Think they’re gonna come and carry me away / from you.”
If you got an extra $15 bucks lying around, and you’re really itching to chillax, go get yourself a copy of Josh Rouse’s 1972. Then sit back, relax, groove just a little and take it all in.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Britney and K-Fed. K-Fed and Britney. Who knew that such a perfect love match would crumble for no apparent reason? It was just a matter of time really.
Britney suddenly filed for divorce last week after reportedly finding another woman in his hotel room. It may not have been the immediate cause, but it apparently aggravated the already strained relationship.
But that’s not even the crazy news!
One day after Brit-Brit filed for divorce, her “rapper” husband submitted his own papers requesting child support and custody of the couple’s two children, Sean Preston and Jayden James.
“Kevin is prepared to go the distance in order to do what he feels is necessary to protect and safeguard the children and will not be intimidated or dissuaded from pursuit of those goals,” said K-Fed’s attorney in a statement.
Do you think K-Fed knows what half those words mean? Furthermore, do you really believe that crap? If K-Fed was so concerned with safeguarding his children, where the hell was he when little Sean Preston fell ON HIS HEAD? Or when Mommy Britney took him for a drive?
K-Fed won’t get custody, but can you imagine? Just what the word needs: two little kids with pudding for brains running around shouting “popozao.” Great. That’s what I look forward to.
But what really makes me giggle is the fact that the freeloading rapper wannabe really thinks that it’ll all work out for him in the end. What is he going to do with all those kids anyway? Start up a franchise? Maybe. Stranger things have happened.
And what makes me giggle harder is the fact that he thinks that once he gets that severance package from Britney, he’ll be okay. Hey, Brain-dead, you really think that money is going to last you the rest of your life? Because your career sure won’t.
Way to go K-Fed. You really make me smile in a “God what a stupid asshole” type of way. But it’s a smile nonetheless. Much love yo.
You make me remember why it is that I <3 rock stars.
Britney suddenly filed for divorce last week after reportedly finding another woman in his hotel room. It may not have been the immediate cause, but it apparently aggravated the already strained relationship.
But that’s not even the crazy news!
One day after Brit-Brit filed for divorce, her “rapper” husband submitted his own papers requesting child support and custody of the couple’s two children, Sean Preston and Jayden James.
“Kevin is prepared to go the distance in order to do what he feels is necessary to protect and safeguard the children and will not be intimidated or dissuaded from pursuit of those goals,” said K-Fed’s attorney in a statement.
Do you think K-Fed knows what half those words mean? Furthermore, do you really believe that crap? If K-Fed was so concerned with safeguarding his children, where the hell was he when little Sean Preston fell ON HIS HEAD? Or when Mommy Britney took him for a drive?
K-Fed won’t get custody, but can you imagine? Just what the word needs: two little kids with pudding for brains running around shouting “popozao.” Great. That’s what I look forward to.
But what really makes me giggle is the fact that the freeloading rapper wannabe really thinks that it’ll all work out for him in the end. What is he going to do with all those kids anyway? Start up a franchise? Maybe. Stranger things have happened.
And what makes me giggle harder is the fact that he thinks that once he gets that severance package from Britney, he’ll be okay. Hey, Brain-dead, you really think that money is going to last you the rest of your life? Because your career sure won’t.
Way to go K-Fed. You really make me smile in a “God what a stupid asshole” type of way. But it’s a smile nonetheless. Much love yo.
You make me remember why it is that I <3 rock stars.
Monday, November 06, 2006
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