Tila, sweetheart, night-blooming jasmine of our love, how disappointed we were that you extended your show’s run by another week. We knew that you were a master of suspense, a sensei in the art of the tease, a certified Ph.D in the prolonging of climax, but we were ill-prepared by how empty our lives would feel, not knowing whether or not you would choose Dani or Bobby to become your paramour for yet another seven days. And so, our hands clasped behind our heads, our breath deep, slow and somnolent, we lay in bed and fantasized about what you could possibly have in store for your firefighting sweetheart and your film-student pookie-kins. In short, this is our dream episode of A Shot at Love With Tila Tequila, one which will never air. But in our dreams, in the visions of you that spring so readily to the fore of our minds during the bewitching hours after-dark, we realized an essential truth about the nature of your contestants. Sometimes, the masculine is the feminine . . . and vice-versa. How bizarre.
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.
March 5 – Anarchy in the R.C. – A little thing like rehab wasn’t going to stop the amazing stories about Britney from coming. In what might be the most deliciously ridiculous tale to be told about Britney this year (though, to be fair, that Chinese-twins adoption thing may take the cake), our anti-hero is said to have scrawled 666 on her head, screamed, “I am the Antichrist!” and then attempted to hang herself. Lucky for an Earth full of voyeurs, she was not successful. [Softpedia]
March 15 – Coke Addict – Even more highly unlikely, but-wouldn’t-that-be-awesome-if-it-were-true yarn emerged (can you tell how bored the press was during the 30 days Brit was away?): Star reported that Britney had a 24-can-a-day Coke habit. For the caffeine buzz that would give you, the 3,300 calories would be but a small price to pay, no? The other part of the rag’s story is that Britney was a raving diva in rehab. That part wasn’t so hard to believe. [Star]
March 21 – Free at Last! – Britney left rehab and leaped right back into our arms. Or maybe it just seemed that way. Her to-be-ex-manager Larry Rudolph issued a statement, claiming that Britney had “been released by the Promises Malibu Treatment Center after successfully completing their program.” As the remaining nine months of 2007 would teach us, “successfully” is a relative term. [People]
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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
Though the official word didn’t come until later in the summer, gossips knew all the way back in May that Hollywood’s skinniest starlet was packin’ baby weight. Given her size, it seemed impossible back then, but Richie’s rocked the baby belly better than any other starlet – certainly way better than Mama Spears! Who would have thought that Nicole’s pregnancy would spawn the end of her bad girl image and the birth of a nicer, gentler Nicole, perhaps instigated by her baby-daddy, tattooed nice-guy Joel Madden. She even donated her baby shower gifts and started a charity for mothers-in-need! The new Nicole is a huge improvement from the skinny shell of a socialite we once loathed, and we have her soon-to-be born baby to thank for that.
It’s hard to define rock and roll these days. Punk pissiness, hard-hitting blues, disco fever? It’s all got an attitude that suits the music’s essence. This year the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is all over the place with its inductees list – and that’s good. Pop’s agent provocateur Madonna, the punchy denim rocker John Mellencamp, the sophisticated poet Leonard Cohen; each will be on board at the Hall’s annual ceremony at New York’s Waldorf Astoria. This time around it’s scheduled for March 10, 2008. VH1 Classic will show the event live. Here’s the entire list.
She’s been blowing minds ever since she wore underwear as outerwear, back in the early ’80s. The Material Girl is the ultimate changeling, moving from dance pop to trance pop, reinvigorating the art of spectacle along the way.
His began as a chart-topping tough guy, fighting authority and singing ditties about Jack and Diane. He became a dedicated man of the people, rocking political moves with Farm Aid and his recent Jena Six track.
A soft-spoken lyricist who worked in Dylan’s shadow and created cinematic tracks about the anxiety of love, the Canadian bard has always worked the philosophical angle. His miniatures ask big questions.
The Dave Clark Five
They rode the coat tails of the Beatles, but give it up: the Brit-Pop wonders dropped a string of great, frenzied songs between ’64 – ’66. From “Can’t You See That She’s Mine” to “Catch Us If You Can,” they were a blast.
Car tunes, surf tunes, riff tunes – the instrumental combo cornered the market on cool, oddball ditties in the early ’60s with classics such as “Walk, Don’t Run,” “Telstar,” and “Apache.” Every garage band has played one of their tunes at least once.
A master of the blues harp, the rough and tumble band leader helped Muddy Waters build his fierce and sexy Chicago blues before breaking off on his own to cut an array of gnarled little gems such as “Juke” and “Off the Wall.”
Gamble & Huff
Writers and producers both, Kenny Gamble and Leon Huff hooked up to concoct one of R&B most durable sounds: Philly Soul. They’re responsible for the perfection that is Harold Melvin & the Blue Notes‘ “Back Stabbers” and The O’Jays‘ “Love Train.”
Which artist are you most hot to see at the Hall of Fame show?
Box Set: Madonna
Katie Holmes was nothing before she met Tom Cruise. But don’t take our word for it, just listen to her in a new interview with In Style: “I try every day to let him know how much I love him. It gets better and better. It has made my life.” Awww. Isn’t that just…horrible? I mean, have a little self-worth Katie! You can “make” your life on your own too. Tom didn’t get you that awesome gig on Dawson’s Creek, did he? Come on girl, give yourself a little credit. Katie goes on to creepily gush about the sexy moment she shares with her tiny lover. “Tom likes me in a suit and a mini every now and then. I like it when he likes it. It makes me blush,” she coos in the mag’s January issue. “He’ll say, ‘You look good. I hope security’s going with you.’ Now that gives me attitude.”
Finally, Katie shows a little spice. Still, she insists that Tom is like, the greatest thing to ever happen to her – ever. “I couldn’t have asked for a more supportive human being…I still get like that, ‘Whew.’ When you fall in love, it’s as though time stops. It’s all-encompassing.”
We get it! It must be like that all-encompassing feeling of nausea we have right now in our stomach.
This year’s Grammy announcements have been made, and Fall Out Boy is pissed. At Ashlee Simpson, that is. According to a report in the New York Daily News, a source says that the band is blaming Ashlee and Pete’s relationship for the lack of nominations the band received for this year’s Infinity on High.
“Grammy voters are fed up with Ashlee after she was caught lip-synching. Her relationship with Pete has definitely affected public opinion of the band,” a source told OK! magazine. “They think everything Ashlee touches is poison, and they really want her to stop touching Pete!” It’s not the first time a Simpson sister has ruined an artist’s career — has anyone seen Nick Lachey doing anything other than chugging beers and opening presents on the cover of People?
So what if some hot French model came forward and alleged that after meeting Tony Parker at his wedding to Eva Longoria, they sent sexy text messages to each other and carried on an affair in Paris and Texas this fall? So what. Tony and Eva are in love and the accusations are like, SOOOOO false. How do we know? Because they said so! Yesterday Tony said, “I love my wife. She’s the best thing in my life, and I have never been happier,” while Eva gushed, “Tony has been nothing short of the perfect husband.”
Isn’t that enough evidence right there? Eva is an angel sent from a special heaven just for VIPs, and she leaves gold fairy dust around the house that just brightens every day! Tony wakes Eva up by massaging her feet and then draws her a warm bath and serves her breakfast right there in the tub. Then he takes her shopping at Target and Chanel and buys her whatever she wants! And he gave her a stable with a million ponies to ride, right next to the basketball of gold that she built him after he remembered to put the toilet seat down. They are the most perfect, happiest pair ever!
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 each Thursday until the end of ’07 we’ll deliver five of our faves. Let us know what we missed, and what you loved.
Rilo Kiley, Under the Blacklight (WARNER BROTHERS)
Indie rock likes to dodge refinement, so there were some grimaces when Rilo Kiley’s rather glossy third disc spilled open. A couple of years ago, singer Jenny Lewis and her buds were underground royalty, but they’ve always wanted their day in the sun, and Blacklight’s motley songs are proud enough of their mainstream aura to carry themselves with an enviable swagger. Like its model, Fleetwood Mac’s Tusk, this is a disc about craft and breadth. White soul, punk-disco, sunny twang – each new track is just as dapper as it is daring. Believable, too. As Lewis injects coos and come-ons into her sex-centric lyrics, all the genre-jumping feels natural, a flurry of ways to express the feelings at hand, and a cool strategy for dodging stasis.
Amy Winehouse, Back to Black (ISLAND)
The beehive hairdo, nude lady tattoos and odd fashion sense marked Amy Winehouse an outsider from the get-go, a retro soul-singer who could sing like it was still 1968 and she lived in Detroit, not London. The collection of songs on her second record produced an impressive five singles including “Rehab,” which has our nomination for song of the year, and the album’s title track, a hauntingly recorded lament about love gone wrong—as with Winehouse it so often seems to do. Back to Black garnered her six Grammy Award nominations; her 2003 debut, Frank, earned her a Mercury Prize nomination in the U.K. and the attention of New York DJ and party-boy Mark Ronson. His production work on her second album (not to mention the work he did with the year’s other famous Brit, Lily Allen) ushered Winehouse into the limelight and also created a neo-retro movement in pop. Everyone seems to have gotten the point: Back to Black features the contributions of everyone from Ghostface Killah to Ashford and Simpson.
Coconut Records, Nighttiming (YOUNG BABY)
Jason Schwartzman is a man of many talents. The former Phantom Planet drummer has enjoyed a successful and offbeat film career, starring in Wes Anderson’s The Darjeeling Limited this year and appearing as Ringo in Walk Hard. But he never gave up the music, as this latest project attests to. Self-recorded and produced, Schwartzman released Nighttiming on his own record label, so it didn’t get much play in the press. But it is one of the finest collections of pop music released in 2007, from the folksy humor of “The Thanks I Get” to the disco-trills of the title track. “West Coast” is one of the most wistful songs in recent memory, as Schwartzman sings: “For a second there I thought you disappeared/ It rains a lot this time of year/ We both go together if one falls down/ I talk out loud like you’re still around.” It’s a sweet, sad number that recalls sunshine delays in California and New York City in the rain, and if you’re ever in need of an album you can drive to—without having to skip around tracks—Schwartzman’s got you covered.
Modest Mouse, We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank (EPIC)
Bands break-up and artists go crazy attempting what Modest Mouse frontman Isaac Brock accomplished by accident. That’s not to say We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank is a tossed-off affair — it means only that Brock and his band sacrificed none of the hallmarks of their sound on their way to the top of the charts. After two decades of work, the trailer park philosopher has hit his stride, finally fusing the harsh-quiet extremes he’s spent his career bouncing between. With the addition of former Smiths’ guitarist Johnny Marr (and help from Shins‘ frontman James Mercer) the band’s fifth album is a nautically themed endeavor — sailors traveling the globe, doomed to die at every port. The songs alternate between spiked guitars and barking vocals (“Florida,” “Dashboard”) and lilting guitars and lisping whispers (“Little Motel,” “Missed the Boat”). The band’s most inclusive, technically impressive album easily drowns out the indie faction’s cries of mainstream foul.
Jay-Z, American Gangster (ROC-A-FELLA)
Proving that there is life after, “I’m too old for this s***,” a post-post retirement Jay-Z turns out his most compulsively listenable album with American Gangster. Inspired by the film of the same name, Jay-Z’s chronicle of his life’s work (i.e. the hustle, in its legal and not-so-legal forms) offers a humble sense of nuance that was nowhere to be found in Ridley Scott‘s brutish picture. A slap in the face to hip-hop’s pervasive ageism, it’s the kind of album that could only be released now, at this point in the 38-year-old’s storied career. Maturity, patience, taste and humility are unfortunately not really associated with hip-hop, and yet Jay-Z offers an album rich in those elements. Sadly, the album has pretty much flopped. The kids just don’t get it. Not that they even had a chance in the first place.
HERE ARE OUR FIRST FIVE ALBUMS OF THE YEAR (LAST WEEK’S INSTALLMENT).
Oops! Britney bailed on her court-ordered deposition yesterday, after the starlet fell ill with a mysterious sickness. Her creepy babysitter Sam Lufti said, “We got up and got ready to go. Her attorneys came to pick her up, but when she saw the media frenzy outside her house, her anxiety sky rocketed.”
Brit was out and about later that night driving around before she headed to her hotel away from home, The Four Seasons Hotel. Her no-show now might strip her of visits with her kids, so that illness better have been pretty bad! Let’s check out what could have gotten our troubled girl so down.
-Too much sugar, whipped cream and caffeine can make a lady lose it.
That sick feeling in your stomach after inhaling the leather interior of a Mercedes
-We’ve never had this exact ailment, but once we rode around in an ’84 Jetta that almost made us puke. Brit’s gotta be suffering in that car!
“Ouch! My extensions are too tight and hurt my head ya’ll!” Syndrome
Her new brown locks say all we need to know. Brit’s in pain. Head pain. She’s also a pain in the ass.
Movie premieres, awards shows, benefit concerts, and plain old clubbin’ – even though most of us are at home, the beautiful peeps are living it up somewhere. Last Night’s Pics puts you in touch with all the action.
Though not photographed together, John Mayer and Ricki Lake strolled alongside Hollywood’s stars of comedy at the Premiere of Sony Pictures’ Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story. The guests included John C. Reilly, Jenna Fischer, Will Ferrell, Molly Shannon, Jason Bateman, Jonah Hill, Seth Rogen, Judd Apatow, and the cast of The Office (including a preggers Angela Kinsey!).