On Friday night, famed punk rock legend Debbie Harry performed at a tribute to Stephen Sprouse, hosted by Louis Vuitton at the Bowery Ballroom. That alone is pretty amazing, but what Debbie revealed when she stepped on stage is more amazing.
Looks like girlfriend had a little work done for 2009, because Harry’s face was definitely looking a bit more youthful than it had in recent years. Check out her brand new visage:
If you watched NBC this past weekend, you were probably horrified by two things: Taylor Swift on SNL and Renee Zellweger’s dress and hair on the Golden Globes.
Which brings me to the question, of all the annoying, squinty eyed celebrities, who tortures you the most with their glaring, suspicious eyes and irritating personality?
So I caught Taylor Swift‘s performance on SNL this past weekend…
CAN ANYONE PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME THE APPEAL OF TAYLOR SWIFT?
I really know nothing about her other than she used to date a Jonas brother and she’s been on the cover of every teen magazine for the last 3 months. Girlfriend has a weak-sounding voice. Like Lisa Loeb, but nowhere near as charming…Neither song she sang on SNL had any sort of demand for vocal ability, and neither had any great hooks or crescendos.
This weekend I was holed up in my apartment trying to defeat a winter bug that has been plaguing me all week. As a result, I found myself in front of the boob tube watching a lot of television (namely the first season of Weeds on Netflix instant), so I caught this week’s Saturday Night Live, with host Neil Patrick Harris (NPH).
I was pretty excited to see NPH on SNL, knowing how funny he is, especially on live television, but sadly this weekend’s skits were all kind of lame. Even the skit where they made fun of the current Broadway closing situation (with NPH playing an actor portraying Mark in Rent–which he actually did do in 1997 in the LA cast of Rent) only produced a chuckle from me:
That said, NPH was the best thing in the skit, with his over-the-top angsty Mark. (However, I did love all the Broadway nods–like the lame, slow chandelier drop from Phantom of the Opera.) As you may already know, NPH has a great past of producing hilarious musical moments in the past. Here are a few of my favorites:
Hey dudes and dudettes, if you are so inclined to listen to podcasts on the interweb, please check out the slew of shows being released at Blog Fresh Radio in partnership with The Hype Machine. They are counting down the top artists/albums of 2008, and you can catch lil’ old me mindlessly blathering about a few of them on said program.
In one episode I obsessively gush about Ryan Adams (Are you surprised?) and my girl-crush on Zooey Deschanel.
Check out the release tomorrow, where they’ll reveal the Top 10 albums of 2008… and you’ll hear me defend one of the most beloved/hated bands of last year.
Yesterday I was flipping through my choices on Netflix Instant (aka The Best Thing Ever Created) when I decided to watch Season 1 of Family Ties, which was probably the best decision I’ve made all year long.
Family Ties is possibly the best show EVER. Even 20+ years later, the episodes are still funny and still great.
As I was watching the episode “Summer of ’82,” I kept wondering what was so… familiar… about Michael J. Fox’s portrayal of tight-laced young Republican Alex P. Keaton. Then it hit me: Sondre Lerche.
Is it just me, or does it appear as though Sondre Lerche has basically stolen all his mannerisms and cadence from the young Alex P. Keaton (and perhaps a bit of his 80s hairstyle)?
Anyone else picking up on this? Contrast and compare:
How did Komar & Melamid create this irritating ditty? By polling 500 people on the DIA website about the elements of their favorite and least favorite music.
Apparently people do not like holiday music, cowboy tunes, children singing, harps, opera, and rap… and this song mixes all of those elements (and much more) into one horrible song.
However, I dare you to listen to the sounds of a chorus of kids singing about Yom Kippur and Ramadan and not give out at least a little giggle.
Just like the rest of us, Ryan Adams is getting older. And with that old age comes New Year’s Eve celebrations that teeter on the mundane as opposed to the monumental.
Writes Adams, “I always always sleep in and early to bed on New Year’s Eve. I don’t like it. I never kiss the girl. I don’t drink, so there is that—that added annoyance on the streets really, not a bother, just a reminder of what I might have been like in my early twenties on any night … no good. Nope. I go to sleep before it turns New Year’s.”
But unlike the many of us who have no specific reasons for shuttering ourselves in for an uneventful Dec 31 to Jan 1 changeover, Ryan is very specific about his choice:
But there is one major reason why: time travel. That’s right. It’s free time travel, and when you are a shut-in reclusive wash-up like myself, you need dreams baby. Big dreams to keep your sails full of hot air.
Well what if I told you that