Our ramp-up to Rock Honors (Thursday, May 24) always includes revealing chats with the music’s stars. Road Tales focuses on some the silliness (and sex) that goes down when artists are on tour.
Peter Criss isn’t one of rock’s best drummers, but back in the day the KISS pounder was always allowed an extensive spot for solos during a show. Anthrax’s Scott Ian, who toured with the make-up men years ago, explains the kind of carnal pleasures that took place stage left and stage right.
She’s gone head to head with Will Smith in Hitchand looked superb in every film she’s ever been in. As for those fashion shoots she sometimes does, well, yikes! Eva Mendes always lets her sensuality spill forth, and in the new Wilson brothers feature, The Wendell Baker Story, she’s both cool and hot. Glide through the flipbook and get acquainted.
What we do know: rappa-ternt-preacha-ternt-rappa Mase got into a car accident in Atlanta late Tuesday night. What we don’t know: If the midnight mashup was just a simple fender-bender … or a Dirty Dirty gender-bender.
According to HipHopDX, Mase might’ve found himself in the middle of some late-night, car-on-car action only after he swerved wildly in order to pick up a transvestite. The girl whose ride got smashed appeared on an Atlanta morning show and claimed that after the accident, the trannies "(ran) up to the car saying ‘Girl, are you OK? (Mase has) been circling around here, girl, like four times already tryin’ to pick one of these queens up.’"
Then she said she’d never attend a sermon at Mase’s church again.
So what do you think? Is this just 15 minutes for some "ladies" of the night? Or was Mase tryin’ to get his Eddie Murphy on?
Bob Odenkirk is one funny guy. The Mr. Show co-creator brings his special brand of humor to the Interweb in a new series at SuperDeluxe.com calledDerek & Simon(see below). The show’s about a bunch of hapless twentysomething dudes who are looking for lady-love, with middling to poor results. VH1 Blogs sat down with Odenkirk to discuss relationship problems, writing television on the Internet and the point where funny becomes offensive.
Where ever did you get the idea? It’s extremely low concept. It’s just two guys and their friends trying to get laid, but they’re cock-blocking each other. The world is cock-blocking them also. It’s every guy’s experience. It’s just life, you know, when you’re 27 and you’re working hard to hook up.
What are you feeling more lately: the Internet or TV? The speed [of the Internet] is really cool. So much of showbiz is trying to sell your ideas to a network person or a studio person. It’s a very, very long road, which you have to try to survive while keeping some form of purity to the project. It usually ends in disaster or sorrow — only occasionally in something you can be proud of. This, on the other hand, is just going and shooting the sh*t you like!
Now and then our Tour Survival Guide will check in with rockers about life on the road. Here’s guitarist James Black on how getting punched and packing light keep Black Rebel Motorcycle Club in good spirits.
Just One of the Crew I help with the load-in and joke around with the crew. They usually yell at me when I try because they say if I break a hand, they’re out of a job. They tell me to get the f*ck out of the back of the truck. I feel like a jackass if I’m not involved that way. It’s kind of your only exercise when you’re out on the road, anyway. I’m not a big runner.
They Give New Meaning to "Packing Light" We’re always having competitions of who can bring the least. Once Nick just had a little bag. I’m down to one shoulder bag — three pairs of pants, two shirts, couple pairs of socks. I’d love to tour without a cell phone. I long for the days where it used to be you disappear on the road. I did one tour with three pair of pants in a sleeping bag bag. Like a hobo. It’s fun — it’s good to do. It’s nice to know how little you can live with.
With the finish line in sight, last night’s American Idol was all about showcasing the vocal talent of the remaining three contestants. Typically, this is the night in the competition when each of the Idol hopefuls sing three songs—one they choose for themselves, one chosen by the judges, and one chosen by Clive Davis, the winner’s eventual label boss. However, seeing as how Clive didn’t bother showing up (could it have something to do with his recent creative differences with O.G. Idol Kelly Clarkson?), the producers made the third song choice.
Hooker to Paris: Jail is Hell A former $2,000-an-hour prostitute tells Hilton how to survive in the clink — and it ain’t pretty. One chilling tidbit: "…everybody wants to be your friend, but in the end they just want to [bleep] you." [New York Post]
Sometimes, even if I’m nowhere near a TV or computer, even if I’m brushing my teeth or balancing my checkbook or digging up carrots from my garden, I get the urge to scream, "SHUT UP, DINA LOHAN." This woman’s fame-mongering at the expense of her family makes her the most visible stage mother of this generation. That’s quite a distinction to hold! Simply put, she is a disease.
Of course, I don’t really want her to shut up — she provides way too much entertainment whenever she makes the mistake of opening her mouth. Her latest interview, with Us, is short in length but long on idiocy. It was hard to pick just one quote that sums up the stupidity, so we have two: