We can’t vouch for the veracity of this Web site, nor whether or not A Shot at Love With Tila Tequila will truly be returning to MTV’s airwaves. What we can say, however, is that the casting site exists. That’s right: www.shotatlovecasting.com! Now you, too, can sign up to be part of the next bi-sexual bonanza, starring some sort of quasi-famous extrovert. Our money is on Tila Tequila returning, but you never know. Anyhow . . . the site allows users to answer questions in a complex psychological profile. These include: “If you could date any celebrity, who would it be? Why?” Don’t over-think it, kids. A nice, semi-nude photo that features your piercings/tattoos ought to suffice.
Hey! I’ll show you things you’ve never seen, like, say, oh, I don’t know…the ladies of Rock of Love 2 with Bret Michaels!
Click to enlarge and feast your eyes on the spectacle. And there will be plenty more eye candy when Rock of Love 2 debuts Sunday, Jan. 13. You can also check out how the girls got to the platform above by watching the online-only Rock of Love 2 Casting Special.
And if that’s not enough, here’s an exclusive promo shot of Bret:
Thousands of discs were released this year, but only 20 could make the final cut. With the most scientific of instruments (headphones, and sometimes CD players) we whittled down this year’s releases, and for the past two Thursdays, we’ve delivered five of our faves. Let us know what we missed, and what you loved.
LCD Soundsystem, Sounds of Silver (DFA)
James Murphy is the patron saint of downtown cool, and anything he or his record label touches instantly becomes an indie treasure. What’s most extraordinary about his sophomore release is its accessibility — at its heart, this is a bubblegum pop record, and not the salty organic kind of gum you buy at the health food co-op, either. We’re talking Bubblicious here, people. Long renowned for long-playing dance-floor remixes and shoe-shopping house beats — his other record this year, 45:33, provides an excellent example of that — Murphy’s work on Sounds of Silver is discreet, short and frequently to the point. “North American Scum” is precisely the kind of song you want with you at the gym, a self-deprecating slice of upbeat funk with lyrics that’ll never make the Republicans happy: “New York’s the greatest if you get someone to pay the rent . . . and it’s the furthest you can live from the government.” Then there’s the new wavy “Someone Great” and “All My Friends,” a song so suffused with nostalgia and desire it sounds like it belongs in a John Hughes movie. It’s excellent, easy to listen to and innately underground, and it’s been a long time since those three elements intersected in a pop album. Yes, there’s a sense of unrequited longing here, but so much the better for Murphy if he keeps producing work like this.
M.I.A., Kala (INTERSCOPE)
For her second album, thinking-liberal’s pop star M.I.A. traded political sloganeering and an abundance of hooks for something much simpler: an album of bangers, bamboo and otherwise. Compared to her 2005 debut, Arular, Kala‘s beats are more propulsive, its messages are more opaque and its cultural mining is even stronger. The resulting album is all prowess and ire and recontextualized sound. It is, at heart, a hip-hop record, and because it’s so effective and singular and forward-thinking, it’s the heart of hip-hop in ’07, period. As always, M.I.A.’s speak-singy vocals turn charisma into a fine art. Her personality is so huge, she’d have Rihanna‘s career if the world were fair. But then, her whole point seems to lie in reminding us that it isn’t.
Band of Horses, Cease To Begin (SUB POP)
Let’s forgive them the fact that their songs are all about mood and aura, rather than “feelings” or the problems that bring those “feelings” about. And let’s forgive them the fact that the singer veers into Supertramp territory now and again. Let’s just bathe in the eerie pomp of the chiming guitars and the rhythm section’s splashy forward motion. Like U2 sleeping over at the Jayhawks’ house, these guys make melancholy anthems that love to reverberate everywhere before they slink home with the echoes dissipating in the distance. Maybe it’s their recent move to North Carolina, but for a grandiose outfit there sure are quite a few moments where twang takes over. Dream pop disc of the year.
Radiohead, In Rainbows (ATO RECORDS)
It was a David & Goliath tale, if David were a band of insanely talented mope rockers and Goliath was the desperately floundering record industry. In short, the band revolutionized the music industry in 42 minutes and 34 seconds, with 10 songs: The band would offer its newest effort, In Rainbows, and whatever folks felt fit to pay, well, that’s the price of the album. It would be considered an impressive move by a lesser band. That the band was one of the most popular, and simultaneously respected, outfits in music today only compounds the coup. But to concentrate solely on marketing techniques, the implications of morality and the free market economic discussions this generates would miss the point: the band has made a gorgeous album. From the glitchy snares and waltzing jazz guitar of “15 Steps” to the stark, maker-meeting “Videotape” that seems to take its percussion from a funeral march, the album shows a marked change in the four years its been since Hail to the Thief. Gone is the politically tinged rock invective, and the verse-chorus-verse songs. Radiohead has made an opus, difficult to splice into song, and utterly captivating throughout.
The Shins, Wincing the Night Away (SUB POP)
It’s amazing James Mercer can get a word out, let alone an album, without choking altogether. Following the release of Oh, Inverted World, indie director Zach Braff latched on to it, using the majority of the album as the soundtrack to his movie, and even having his protagonist Natalie Portman utter the phrase: “This band will change your life.” That the band went on to make two records improving on the home-recording-honed formulae James Mercer devised for their debut is a feat. With their melodic base well-established, the band appeared to move outward from that point; experimenting with sound (“Sea Legs,” with its plastic bags popping as percussion) as well as perspective (“Phantom Limb” tells the story of two teenage lesbians alienated at their school).
No Baby for Fantasia
The singer has not hopped back on the baby train, she just missed a bunch of her Color Purple performances because she was sick. [Us]
Katie Holmes Called “Mom” by Tom’s Kids
And Isabella and Connor Cruise call their real mom, Nicole Kidman, “scary plastic-faced lady.” [People]
Larry Birkhead Wants Britney, Her Money
Anna Nicole’s ex is hot for another vulnerable crazy blond to mooch money from. Swoon! [In Touch]
Tony Parker Suing the Sh*t Out of Paps
Eva’s man is defending his name and suing x17 photo agency, who claimed that he was doing it with a French model. [TMZ]
Paris’ Pizza Boy: Modeling Career Falls Flat
Everything Paris Hilton touches turns to failure, after her pizza boy boyfriend gets dumped by his modeling agency. [TMZ]
Tila Tequila, we, the staff of VH1 Digital, humbly submit to you the following: We stuck with you, through thick and thin, and no one can deny it. We supported you long past the point of any sane person supporting anyone on a reality TV series. When your judgment was questionable, we allowed you the benefit of our doubt. When your choices displeased you, when they brought you to tears, we sat here in our offices and told each other that it was OK, that you were just going through a phase, that sooner or later you’d stop wearing shimmery outfits fashioned from hankies and learn that clothing wasn’t some evil mainstream instrument designed to rid you of your charisma. We thought you’d learn. We had high hopes.
Well, Tila, it’s over.
How on earth could you have chosen Bobby? Have you lost your mind? Are you blind? What’s wrong with you? Moreover, what’s wrong with us? How could we have believed in you?
If you keep up with his MySpace blog, you know that Buddha, the man who would never be Mr. New York, has tons to say about his time on the I Love New York 2. After the jump is Part 1 of our lengthy interview with the first-runner-up. He talks Tiffany, his violent reputation, street philosophy and why he thinks Punk punk’d him.
First La Lohan was linked to DJ/BFF Samantha Ronson, and now she has a new gal pal that is starting rumors. Forget Riley Giles or her new mystery boyfriend, Linds has been spending all her quality time with some chick named Courtenay Semel, daughter of Yahoo’s former CEO. Well, at least Court can help Lindsay out in her time of financial strife, right? The pair were spotted at a party hosted by “Power Lesbian” Jeanette Longoria (who is so powerful that we have no idea who she is) and “held hands and were with each other the whole time,” said a source. While we aren’t so sure these things necessarily indicate that they’re in a full on committed and sexual partnership, it is kind of hetero dude/Maxim fantasy hot. But maybe Lindsay just needed a little support being out on the town again. Another party-goer revealed that, “It was the first time she’s seen a lot of people from her past life and she seemed socially awkward – like she was sticking by Courtenay for support.”
Looks like Lindsay’s new friend’s got the ill nay-nay! Eh, that doesn’t really work. [NY Post]
You were there through the bad driving, the head-shaving, and the Criss Angel thing. It’s been a tough year for our girl. No one could have imagined a mere 12 months ago that she’d create such glorious new nonsense every week. Some of the craziness escapes you? Come back every day: We’re counting down the events that made up the Year in Britney.
July 5 - I’m Sorry Ya’ll – Britney gets her pen busy again and writes an apology to X17 for attacking them with an umbrella back in February. She was just practicing for a role, ya’ll! Whoops. [Radar]
July 12 - Just A Client – Rumors spread like bad acne that Britney was getting busy with her hunky bodyguard and manny, Daimon Shippen. Sadly for our girl Brit, there was nothing sexy going on – besides Daimon’s chiseled good looks. [People]
July 20 – Gimme Morbid - Hot damn! Britney finally went to work on the first video from her album for the single Gimme More, and she looked more like a widow than a video ho. Decked out in all black (including her fake hair) the singer allegedly spent most of the shoot grinding on the on-set stripper poles and pissing everyone off. She is Britney, bitches. [The Blemish]
July 23 – Not OK! – Melt downs! Frequent bathroom visits! Mounds of dog poop on designer dresses! Those were the rumors swirling around Britney’s infamous OK! Magazine cover shoot, that infamously ended when she walked out with thousands of clothing owned by the rag. OK! even sold Britney out in the end, dishing on the disastrous shoot to sell the story. [TMZ]
July 26 – What Happens in Vegas – Whoops! Britney accidentally took off for Vegas with her kids in tow, even though legally she was not permitted to leave the state with the babies without K-Fed’s consent. The bonehead move also set the ball rolling for K-Fed’s custody fight against his ex, who just loves to get into trouble behind the wheel. [AccessHollywood]
Some gossip stories are too big to forget. We’re counting down the 20 biggest, baddest, and most ridiculous celeb scandals of the year. You’ll get a new one posted every day.
It was a rough year for our favorite firecrotch. She spent about half of it in and out of rehab, and hit rock bottom a few times through out 2007, like her coke-fueled car crash, for starters. But her worst moment of all came just weeks after being released from Promises treatment center in Malibu. After proudly flaunting an alcohol-sensing ankle bracelet around LA, Lohan hopped off the wagon at a party and went into a rage after her assistant abruptly quit. The actress stole a car belonging to the assistant’s boyfriend (with three guys already in it) and then chased down her former employee, who was driving in a different vehicle with her mother. The girl got so scared she called the cops on Linds, who tried to blame the spectacle on her innocent cohorts, claiming, “I wasn’t driving. The black kid was driving.”
We all know what happened next – cops found coke in her pants pocket, she got arrested, and Linds eventually hustled her ass to another rehab facility – where she stayed for months in an attempt to heal. So far she seems to be back on track – though her fake tan and cheesy hair are back, the booze seems to be gone for now. You go, LiLo!
Apparently celebrities have everything they could ever want – except birth control! British songstress Lily Allen is expecting a baby with her boyfriend of three months, 37-year old Ed Simon of the Chemical Brothers. The pregnancy appears to be a bit of a surprise for the 22-year old Allen, who was spotted smoking just a couple of weeks ago. Her rep confirmed the baby news, saying “I am pleased to confirm that Lily and Ed are expecting their first baby. The health of Lily and her child is their paramount concern. As the pregnancy is at such an early stage, the couple will be making no further comment, but they are obviously thrilled by the news.”
Really? All Lily’s been doing lately is talking about how she loves being newly skinny thanks to a new diet put in place to help her heart murmur. Looks like she can go back to pigging out now! The singer said in November that she’d be ready to retire at 25, because her current career, “doesn’t leave time for what’s important. Like having a family.” So she’s off by three years, but her early retirement plan sounds perfect! We look forward to her keeping us all updated on her pregnancy via some crazy MySpace blog posts.