Well good evening! Come on in and sit a spell. It’s the summer so not much TV on tonight but reruns. Speaking of reruns, let’s do a little reminiscing. Continue reading
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Today, during the hearings before the British Parliament during which Rupert Murdoch, his evil (yet slightly hot) spawn James, and precious Rebekah Brooks said nothing testified about the shameful phone-hacking scandal, a man in the public gallery decided to throw a pie of shaving cream at Rupert. What I’m guessing is that this man, identfied as Jonnie Marbles aka Jonathan May-Bowles, didn’t count on was slight woman sitting just behind Dr. Evil to be his greatest foe. As the attacker approached, Mrs. Murdoch, Wendi Deng, rose faster than nearly everyone else in the room, cocked her right arm back to yesterday and then proceeded to land a fierce head-correction slap to May-Bowles’ forehead. Point: Tiger Mom. Watch and learn, after the jump. Continue reading
Not so long ago, VH1 had a great series where it tried to reunite bands that long ago went their separate ways. It was revealed that there were often major underlying personal issues that lead to the break-up, making it that much more difficult to get everyone in the same room, much less to agree to perform together. Berlin started touring after they reunited. Klymaxx only got a few people back together to perform after a meeting in the ladies room that didn’t end well. If you could reunite any band, which one would it be? Continue reading
In the reality show Hellscape that we are now confronted with on a daily basis, there are a few that standout. The competition shows ranging from the likes of Top Chef and Project Runway to So You Think You Can Dance and The Amazing Race make this realm tolerable. Some of it is mindless entertainment but sometimes a show blends true mindlessness and entertainment so well that you can’t not watch it. So when you’ve worked a long day and your brain hurts and all you want to do is sit down and veg out, there is no better way to accomplish this than by watching ABC’s Wipeout. Continue reading
While the trial of Casey Anthony enthralled the country, another very important trial was going on as well. Jamie Leigh Jones claimed she was drugged, brutally gang-raped, and held captive by co-workers while working in Iraq for KBR/Halliburton. Like many others, she was influenced by the company’s claims of a safe working environment for women, while being able to earn a decent income. When she arrived in Iraq, she was housed in a trailer surrounded by men, even though she was promised to be housed with other women. Not long after her arrival, she states that she was drugged with Rohypnol and attacked in such a brutal manner that she required reconstructive surgery. According to her claims, when she reported it, she was taken to a shipping container and held while she begged to be released. Continue reading
So I guess none of us have anything better to do than to watch the latest trial of the Century on this fine summer day. Casey Anthony is facing seven charges relating to the death of her three-year-old daughter, Calee. They include first-degree murder, aggravated child abuse, and aggravated manslaughter resulting in death of a child. Continue reading
Over here in the U.S. of A., we are celebrating a three/four day weekend our liberation from the nasty British. It’s a long weekend of bar-b-ques, pool parties, fireworks, dranking and flag-waving. It’s also a weekend for blasting your hand off and setting fire to the backyard with the newly legalize fireworks and filming it hoping to win $100,000 on America’s Funniest Videos. For every professional fireworks show, there seem to be certain songs that must be played like The Battle Hymn of the Republic and The 1812 Overture, which is the finale song for 99.9% of the shows across America. Continue reading
Remember when you first learned of “Teen Night” at one of the clubs in town? You and your friends packed yourselves into the station wagon that the one person who was old enough to drive could borrow for the night and off you went. You were feeling very grown up but at the same time, wishing you were old enough to have had a beer or six before going in. All nervous and fidgety, you and your friends entered the club, through the haze of Polo and Drakkar Noir to see the laser light show gleaming through permed hair that was teased within an inch of its life. The music was thumping and blasting all your favorite hits. Your group shuffled around, squinting in the darkness, looking for some faces you recognized or maybe some new ones that you wanted to see up closer. Then it happened. “Your song” came on and you grabbed your friend’s hand and sprinted towards the dance floor. Continue reading
All righty, all you real ‘Muricans! Today is your day to show us the music that is the foundation upon which this country was built…HAHAHAHA!
Just kidding. Country music is often treated as the red-headed step-child in the music industry, maybe it’s the high hair but as they say: “The higher the hair, the closer to God!”
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I was flipping through the channels late the other night when I came across Mo’ Better Blues and was instantly taken back to college. I was raised on jazz so Denzel plus Spike Lee plus music composed by Bill Lee played by the Branford Marsalis Quartet featuring Terrence Blanchard was an intoxicating mix. Yes, I was a hep cat, man. Continue reading