And I Am Telling You…Jennifer Hudson on the Cover of Vogue

WIN! Dreamgirls star Jennifer Hudson is on the cover of the new issue of Vogue!!! This totally blows my mind. I can’t believe Anna allowed someone bigger than a negative zero on the cover.

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Beyonce, however, is stuck being half-naked on the cover of Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition. Yawn.

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Who’s stealing who’s thunder?

You realize when J.Hud comes out with a solo record, it’s gonna be HUGETASTIC.

Pass the Bucket: New Guitar God = John Mayer?

Uh… so yesterday I was walking down the street when I noticed a poster for the new issue of Rolling Stone pasted up on the side of a plywood wall. The cover line read, “The Top 20 [sic] The New Guitar Gods [sic]”.

So who was on the cover of the daring proclamation? Uh… JOHN MAYER as “Slowhand Jr.”, of course. WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?

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As you can see above, the cover photo he’s shot from above, lying in the middle of John “The Visionary” Frusciante of the Red Hot Chili Peppers and Derek “The Jam King” Trucks (of the Derek Trucks Band), clutching his guitar over his chest a la Xtina circa 2002:

It all reeks of mediocrity. Zzzzz. Yawn. Chris Music Snob was equally upset by the cover.

I don’t care how much you want to dress him up in cool duds and style his hair and wrap the latest big-boobed ingenue around his arm. He will forever live in my mind as the man who dared to make strides for Casual Fridays by perform at the 2003 Grammys WEARING KHAKI PANTS:

Oh well. But I think of all people, blogaholic John Mayer is laughing the hardest about this ridiculous title.

2007: The Year of Karen Elson?

Everyone’s favorite flame-haired supermodel rock star (Jack White) wife is the star of the limited edition 2007 calendars (only 500 made!) that came with the Dec/Jan issue of French Vogue. Through out the calendar, she is posed tied up with a black rope in various states of undress. Photos by David Sims.

Love the cover! [Image from The Fashion Spot]

Am I Too Old to Completely Enjoy SPIN’s Year in Music Party?

So as you might have noticed, for the last few months I’ve been Captain Super Boring, rarely going out to see *gasp* concerts and even less frequently going to dance/club nights of my friends. On one hand that makes me feel like a bad person, on the other hand I am an old lady and I reserve the right to be a curmudgeon.

But this weekend I took time out of my busy schedule of blogging about Fall Out Boy/ looking up NY state B&Bs/ adding movies to my Netflix queue/ ordering holiday gifts online to head out to 1. Baby Girl’s holiday party in Westchester 2. birthday party on the Lower East Side 3. Oohla’s acoustic set at Sarah‘s apartment and on Monday, 4. SPIN’s Year in Music party at Hiro Ballroom.

Baby Girl‘s annual holiday party was a blast, as per usual. I got to hang out with lots of old friends who I hadn’t seen in a while, which is always great. Not to mention all the tasty treats that filled up my belly.

When I got back into the city, I headed to Revolver on Rivington Street for my friend Jesse‘s birthday party. It was our one last night of illegality. Things will never be the same. When her roommate (and emo uberwriter), Emily, cut up the chocolate cake, they kinda looked like birthday cake turds, but they tasted deeeelish, so whatevs.

I popped over to Casa de Ultragrrrl to try to check out the Oohlas, but as soon as I walked in the door I was greeted by a WALL OF PEOPLE. Sweaty sweaty hipsters, but thankfully no smoking inside. Already pooped from lack of sleep and lack of oxygen, I headed out before the Oohlas got to play. (I’m old, remember?) But Audrey stayed, so check out what she had to say about their performance.

The next day I dragged myself out of my zombie-like state and headed up up up to Hiro Ballroom for the SPIN party where Girl Talk, Cold War Kids, and Gogol Bordello played. I missed the much hyped Girl Talk dance party, but I caught like 2 1/2 songs of CWK while I discovered that there was no more free beer, much to the sadness of…well…everyone.

I’d never seen Gogol Bordello before, but the SG told me that they were one of the best/ crazy/ ridiculous live acts he’d seen. They certainly did NOT disappoint. When they came on stage, everyone ran up to be part of the fray. Even Nick Zinner of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs (and resident DJ for the night) could be seen off to the side of the stage, looking on with absolute awe/ shock of the incredible spectacle before him (above).

It was a cornucopia of crazy on and off stage. Lead singer Eugene Hutz was dressed up like a gay circus pirate, with neon green and black skin-tight striped pants, a shmata with a System of a Down patch sewn on, black tshirt, and white button down gauzy shirt with yellow smiley faces running down the front. The crowd was basically apesh-t crazy, jumping ’round herky-jerky like a bunch of pogo sticks with Tourette’s, screaming back at Eugene every chance they got. I ended up climbing on the stage to steer clear of any elbow-to-the-face related injuries and so I could take photos, so if you thought you saw me up there, yup, it was me. Several times I thought I was going to get wacked with a bass guitar/ drum/ mic stand. Luckily I did not. Simply off the wall.

Who knew gypsy punk so so spirited and bad-ss??

By the time it was over I was indeed ready to go home, although I’m sure the night continued on without me…Maybe my New Year’s resolution should be to not be so damn old…

Read more about the show on SPIN.com.

Critics…Critics Who Rate Critics

Time Out New York‘s latest issue takes New York critics to task by dissecting their knowledge, style, taste, and influence and ranking them.

For music critics, The New Yorker‘s Sasha Frere-Jones comes out on top, with a 4.98, and New York Times critic (and favorite TMA villian–yup, still pissed about that Strokes review like 3 years ago) Kelefa Sanneh.

Thankfully no ranking of music bloggers…probably all the comments would be something like this: “pretentious…” “seems to sometimes write drunk…” “seems more interested in style than substance…” “does not show a broad knowledge of music…” “reads like a press release…” “impossible to read at times…” “shows a weird fascination with Carrie Underwood…” “Zzzzzzzzzz…”

Albert Reveals His Love of Raisin Bran and the Location of His Apartment

Check out this NY Magazine article about Albert Hammond Jr.‘s favorite places to eat in Lower Manhattan.

When Albert isn’t eating Raisin Bran, he eats at some pretty great places like Brown, Frank, and La Esquina. But anyone else happen to notice this little nugget?:

I had Japanese that night — I go to Esashi. It’s literally across the street from my place. If I could afford it, I’d eat Japanese every day.

Errr… whoops??

Do You Think Andy Pemberton Is Behind All of This?

So SPIN Editor-in-Chief Andy Pemberton resigned yesterday and now SPIN.com is down for the count. Coincidence??? Hmmm…

When you log onto the site you get a lovely GoDaddy.com message telling you the site is “coming soon”. But don’t start gearing up your WhoIs searches, the domain is not available for purchase. It’s parked until 2010…probably when they’ll get around to covering news from 2006.

I like imagining that in a fit of rage, just before resigning, Andy ran through the SPIN hallways and pulled out all the Ethernet connections on everyone’s computer and threw his shoe at the site server screaming, “TAKE THAT YOU BLOODY MACHINE!” What? You don’t think so?

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Come on SPIN, we hardly knew ya!

UPDATE: SPIN.com is back up. They were switching servers when the glitch happened. Ah computers, gotta love ’em.