Former rehabber and supposed recovering alcoholic (if her AA membership is any indication) Lindsay Lohan is said to have enlisted Svedka Vodka to sponsor her upcoming 21st birthday party in Las Vegas. Will it be a look-but-don’t-sip kind of affair? Considering Linds’ public battles with substance abuse, this is preposterous enough to seem like nothing but a tabloid lie. The sad part? It’s true, at least according to Lindsay’s lawyer. "This should be one of the best parties ever," he said, undoubtedly between pulls from his beer bong.
If Lindsay’s going to be as ridiculous as to have an alcohol fueled bash this year, there’s only one way she’ll be able to top it next year. Here’s a proposed invite to next year’s (nudge nudge, wink wink, snort snort) blowout:
Pre-Jail Paris: Bible Studies?
A bra-less Hilton picked up the Holy Bible from a Hollywood book shop. What? Did the Hilton Hotels run out of their bibles? [The Superficial]
Is Jay-Z Stealing From His Waiters?
Employees at his NYC club claim the rapper is keeping a cut of their tips and refusing to pay them overtime. Is he writing The Blueprint for how to be sued? [New York Post]
Celebrating the Canadian-colored rock duo’s appearance on the cover of their music issue, Nylon posted this rather cute and definitely entertaining workday distraction featuring the White Stripes on their website. Things to know before you watch: 1. Stay with it until the end or risk confusion; 2. the White Stripes and the Raconteurs were both recording in Nashville earlier this year; 3. the White Stripes do not, as a general rule, use bass. In other exciting White Stripes news, check here for stills from the as-yet-unreleased video for the first single off their new record, "Icky Thump."
This photo of Aussie superstar Heath Ledger all dressed up in makeup started circulating the Internet yesterday. It makes us feel funny . . . and also terrified. Ledger’s playing The Joker in The Dark Knight, the sequel to Christopher Nolan’s wildly successful reinvention of the Batman franchise. Though the film won’t open until July 18th of next year, the viral marketing campaign has already begun. We’re beginning to suspect that Warner Bros. might be angling for a piece of 2008′s other big marketing op — the presidential election. If that campaign’s anything like this one, hell yes we’ll blog about it.
Considering that this season of Idol was packed with headline-making scandal and controversy (Antonella Barba’s nude pics, Sanjaya’s hairdoos, Paula’s questionable sobriety, and Melinda’s premature elimination), people were expecting a doozy of a finale. But really, the show fell short of expectations. Last night’s action didn’t have that feel of an event, as it had with previous seasons. Finalists Blake Lewis and Jordin Sparks are competent performers, but they didn’t quite come across as the superstars plucked from obscurity, as the show’s premise would have us believe. And it didn’t help matters that the proposed first single of whomever wins, "This Is My Now," is utterly snoozy.
Do you like to go to parties? Or do you like to go to concerts? The winner of American Idol will depend on which way voters answer that question. Tonight Blake Lewis took on Jordin Sparks for this year’s title, and those two sets of criteria came up several times. The dude’s somewhat silly turntable and jeep-beat noises are giddy and fun, but otherwise he’s reaching. The lady’s emotional power and athletic vocals are convincing and impressive, but she could stand to bust a dance move or two. Maybe snarling Simon said it best: he gave the performance of the night to Blake’s romp through Bon Jovi, but closed the show by declaring that Jordin "wiped the floor" with him on the cheesefest that was "This Is My Now."
Everyone’s got their favorite ZZ Top songs (ours is "I’m Bad, I’m Nationwide"). The question at hand is whether the trio is going to play that favorite at Thursday night’s premiere of VH1′s Rock Honors show. If you’ve got love for "La Grange," "Tush," or "Gimme All Your Lovin’," Billy, Dusty, and Frank are going to put you in a good mood. All three tunes are part of the show. And the VSPOT-only performance is "Cheap Sunglasses." Not enough? Prepare the show right now by watching Nickelback tear through "Sharp Dressed Man."
Our ramp-up to Rock Honors (this Thursday night at 9/8c) always includes revealing chats with the music’s stars. Road Tales focuses on some the antics that go down when artists are on tour.
No, Motorhead isn’t the most graceful of rock bands. The British trio with the patented thud and kerranging guitars is a muck ‘n mire bunch. But that doesn’t mean they want razor blades and firebombs thrown at ‘em while they’re playing. And it certainly doesn’t mean they want people gobbing greenies at them from three feet away.
- Paula Abdul slurs her way through a news segment in which she attempts to explain how she broke her nose. The moral? More injuries mean more painkillers for Paula mean more fun for us! [Best Week Ever]
- Imagine the most ill-fitting, pit-stained dress in the world. Now imagine it in teal and you’re thinking of what Jennifer Hudson wore on stage recently. Dreamgirl, wake up. [Crunk + Disorderly]
- Courtney Love puts a new spin on an old Molly Ringwald favorite. Scary in pink…isn’t she? [Dlisted]
- Can Sharon Stone‘s breast fit in a wine glass? Only one way to find out! [CityRag]
- Paris Hilton‘s nipples poke through her dress, silently protesting their imprisonment. Paris should take note. [Egotastic!]