A superior blog that looks down its self-righteous nose at American pop culture and hypocrisy.
Macklemore and Wanz looking and sounding incredible on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon.
Master P and MC Hammer must be scratching their heads about now. They must be asking themselves: “Where were these guys before I unloaded all my loot on the sort of stuff that the Bible warns will rust, break, and or get eaten by moths?”
TMI...or just TOO MUCH?
The 40th Annual American Music Awards was held live at the Nokia Theatre last Sunday in Los Angeles, California. And singer Pink, singing her single “Try,” once again held us captive. Mostly with fear. The school-age gymnastics have obviously paid off for Pink. But it is the teenage angst-filled years of Pink’s not-so-perfect existence—the not-so-soft filling in the middle of songs like “Try”—that have made her fascinating.
Palatable.
What the ... ?
This nail art pays sweet (albeit unsettling) homage to Beyonce and Jay-Z. But shockingly, it’s in the form of laughing shrunken heads. Initially, many believed that these were Beyonce’s nails. However, upon closer inspection, it turns out that they belong to someone else. Rumors are swirling that these are the nails of an anonymous fan of unspeakable devotion. But if you ask me, these are the nails of an older woman of some grace, style, and distinction who–if you can belive it–is a little more heavily invested. She might give me the finger (you know, the one with Jay-Z on it). But hands down, I believe, these have got to be the hands of Grandma Tina!
Beyonce and baby Blue Ivy Carter were shopping at Bergdorf Goodman in New York City recently.
Is Urban Music leaving a bad taste in your mouth?
Ever get that not so fresh feeling? In a world of “No scratches, no hickeys, all I want is a quickie,” I did. But it really wasn’t my fault. I had been drinking from the vine and I inadvertently (or somehow on purpose) got pulled from The Fish into a dirty puddle of UM. Urban Music. Feeling defiled, like a Levite, I had no choice but to go out back and sacrifice one he-goat, a half rack of gourmet lamb, and two organic turtledoves. (Without spot or blemish, of course.) Ignorant and godless, my neighbors merely imagined that I was barbecuing.
