The Beastie Boys have been teasing girls since Licensed to Ill dropped in ’86. But they’ve grown up a little bit. To show how mature they are these days, they’ve allegedly scrapped their plans to reference the love of Jay-Z’s life in the title of their forthcoming instrumental CD. So no, the trio’s next album won’t be calledThick, Like Beyonce’s Leg.
In fact there’s damn good chance that the album is called The Mix-Up. But don’t rule out the idea that it could be Sweet, Like J. Lo’s Rump, Phat, LIke Diddy’s Wallet, or Insane, LIke Phil Spector’s Old Hair.
Our ramp-up to Rock Honors (May 24) always includes revealing chats with the heroes themselves. Here’s a recollection of on-stage shenanigans from ZZ Top.
The Texas Trio has earned itself lots of props for getting a big-ass sound. Three guys? With Billy Gibbons’ guitar wailing, sometimes they sound like six. But one thing’s for sure: It ain’t ZZ Top if Dusty Hill isn’t plugged in.
– Britney Spears nude photos hit the ‘Net. This time, boobs are exposed, not vagina. The image makeover continues! [Egotastic!]
- Once again, Tyra Banks claims she’s in good shape and, once again, adds a disclaimer ("If I have cellulite on my butt, so what!"). It’s like the verbal equivalent of a yo-yo diet. Come off it, already. [Crunk + Disorderly]
- Ricky Martin stands crotch-to-crotch with a scantly clad woman who’s bent over in front of him. If that doesn’t do the trick what will? (Note: It’s not doing the trick.) [Dlisted]
- Lindsay Lohan still hasn’t learned that she has no business making music. Whatever: her loss, our laughter. [A Socialite's Life]
- Carmen Electra is just a simple country girl with some wheat between her lips, netting between her breasts and Photoshop between what you see and what is real. [CityRag]
When we talked to Jennifer earlier this week, she seemed like a down-to-earth girl who had already put her somewhat scandalous past behind her. But that was before yesterday’s video announcement. Maybe things aren’t so simple anymore, but after going over this interview, there’s no doubt that Jennifer has plenty of drive and intelligence to achieve whatever she wants, porn tape be damned.
After the jump, Jennifer talks about the state of her relationship with her family, those crazy pets of hers and why she maybe didn’t need Charm School, after all.
The Top 6 were mentored by Bon Jovilast night. If Jordin Sparks’ mother is any indication of the band’s demographic, then parents across America were absolutely thrilled that all of the contestants sang songs from the Jersey boys’ catalog. "My mom is gonna flip out," Jordin told the rocker. He grinned. Boomer superstars will do that to fans.
Being a rock star is hard work, as Fall Out Boy bassist Pete wentz will tell you. When he’s not opening bars in New York’s East Village or attending to his tipsy pop star girlfriend, Uganda beckons, and he’s heading to the African nation on a humanitarian mission — plus keeping his eye makeup artfully smudged the entire time. On Monday night Wentz celebrated the grand opening of his bar Angels and Kings on Avenue B. The bar, which Wentz partnered with members of Gym Class Heroes to open, is "for the rejects," yet paradoxically features a VIP lounge where Wentz’s girlfriend Ashlee Simpson had a bit too much to drink the other night, forcing Wentz to curtail an interview to take care of her. Wentz also announced his July trip to Uganda to raise awareness about the conditions there. "I’m pretty excited, but also a little nervous," Wentz told the NME about his trip.
Our Tour Survival Guide checks in with rockers about life on the road. Here’s Meat Loaf on his beauty rest, soup preferences, and recording obessions. His upcoming tour dates are here.
Pissed Off and Pushing Petty. . . In the ’70s, I had Tom Petty opening up for me for awhile. I had Dire Straits opening up for me. I had Eddie Money opening up for me. There’s more: I just can’t remember them all. I was warming up my voice one night and Tom Petty told me to shut up. I guess the walls in the dressing rooms were thin. I’m loud. He was like, “Shut up!” I think at the moment, it pissed me off. Back then — that would have been early ’77, we were in Cleveland, at the Agora — I’m surprised I didn’t bust through the wall of the dressing room into [his] room, throw [him] back into mine and say, “Come here, you’re listening anyway!” That was my intensity, then. I’m pretty intense now, but back then — whew!
Beauty Rest Sleep is the most important thing on the tour – a key issue for me. [I have to get] eight hours, or we don’t move. The road managers get e-mails from me if I can’t sleep: “Bill, it is now 5:30 in the morning. I am not asleep. We will not leave at 1 p.m. I’m predicting that I’ll be asleep in half an hour, which means we’ll leave at . . . 6, 12, 2 . . . 2:30 p.m.” I’m a night owl on tour.