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Lesson From Toby Keith: Nothin’ Sez Yellow Like A Goofy Face

December 14th, 2009 | 9 comments | Posted by Diana

What is UP with famous country folk and their love of doing the chink eye (see 1:25 of the clip)?

Not to generalize or whatever, but… isn’t that kinda what Toby’s doing here?

[TMZ: Toby Keith Adds Racist Slant To Nobel Party]

Thanks, Jasmine!

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ROCK OF ASIAN: No Doubt They’re a Little Rusty

April 8th, 2009 | 0 comments | Posted by Diana

Four years on the musical slave plantasian has apparently not been kind to Gwen Stefani’s vocal cords.

The new No Doubt leaked release (a cover of Adam Ant’s “Stand and Deliver”) is shit. Absolute shit. I’ve tried to get through a complete listen–using a survival tactic often purposed for bad sex–by focusing on the image of Tony Kanal’s oh-so-pretty face and trying not to listen too hard to the slinkys that have apparently lodged themselves in Stefani’s larynx, but it’s not working at all. Is this No Doubt comeback reunion really going to work? Does the chick with the microphone even have the ability to make music without Japanese backup anymore?

It’s gonna take awhile to answer those questions. Somebody get me an Excedrin Migraine and a vibrator, stat.

[via ONTD]

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Turning JapaneeezzZZzzzzZzer

June 5th, 2008 | 0 comments | Posted by Diana


Weezer Covers BoA
Jun 04, 2008 – 05:38 PM

Grammy nominated and platinum record selling rock band Weezer, famous for hits such as “Beverly Hills” and “My Name Is Jonas,” has released the Japanese version of their new album “The Red Album” today.

As a special surprise for the Japanese listeners, Weezer did a cover of one of BoA’s Japanese ballads entitled “Meri Kuri” as a bonus track. Lead singer Rivers Comuo of Weezer commented that he was “instantly taken” by the song, as well as the youthful Japanese girl that originally chirped it.*

“I really dig subsurvient Asian girls, so covering a love song by a cute one is kind of like virtual jerking off,” the often misunderstood songwriter said in a recent interview. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. And if anyone in my band thought there was anything weird about it, they would tell me. And then I would kick them out of the band.” *

*Many of Cuomo’s quotes in this story have been altered or fictionalized. Why would we do such a thing? Because we find his awkward Asian fetish to be super-duper freaky. Read the actual post here.

Thank you, you-know-who!

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ROCK OF NO WAYSIAN: Nicole Scherzinger Ruins Our Day Again

April 9th, 2008 | 0 comments | Posted by Diana

Duran Duran’s Rio defined my young life–Jesus, maybe still defines my entire life. I write this as I sit under a mint-condition Seven and the Ragged Tiger poster, which is prominently displayed 5 feet high on the wall behind me in my fancy Beverly Hills office. The band itself is essentially sacred in my book–the first page of which includes a 3 ft. x 10 ft. Duran Duran collage splayed across the back of a closet door in the bedroom I shared with my oldest sister in Missouri. Somewhere in the middle is the image of John Taylor, perfectly cut out of a magazine, wearing a tailored blue suit, his left leg crossed over his right and one come-hither eyebrow raised, all like a textbook diagram of the kind of man you kiss. Or tumble on the beach with.

And “Rio,” the song that begat the album, with its tumbling intro and maniacal execution, remains one of the most perfect and erratic and important tunes ever to cannonball into my ears. If I closed my eyes, I never knew if I was at a nightclub or a jungle, if I was in a fantastic movie scene or on a terrible safari. Did it matter? Does it matter? All that counts is that it was the essence of cool, and Duran Duran was sooo British, and that the possibilities to be so chic and so rad and so seething with sex, when you listened to that song, were endless.

And so it is with deep dismay that I came across this terrible news this week: Pussycat Dolls alum Nicole Scherzinger has laid her paws all over the seminal track, creating a tacky breath-pop island version that will ultimately mean nothing to no one–except of course Caress, the brand of soap she’s peddling for with the song.

What’s next, Lennon’s original masters in JC Penny commercials?

Thanks, jRu!

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Idol Gives (Itself a Pat On the) Back

April 25th, 2007 | 0 comments | Posted by Jen

Here’s a clip of Blight Lewis’ lifeless rendition of John Lennon’s “Imagine” on last night’s American Idol: Idol Gives Back:

“Imagine all the Beebowl”

I was inspired after Blight’s performance to write a letter to Yoko. Now, unlike most people, I actually like Yoko. Did she break up the Beatles? Perhaps, but so what if she did? That means she’s clearly more compelling than Paul McCartney, an idea that I find entirely plausible (might I add, I’m also with Heather Mills, that little gold-digging, Cockney-accented peg leg.)

And John could have never written “John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band” without Yoko and her scream-therapy style of musicianship, so I thank you, Ono, because it is my favorite weep-fest record of all time.

I’m well aware that the Yokster has a whole history of controlling John’s estate (Diana pointed this out last month), but if she’s letting Blight Lewis phone in “Imagine” on American Idol, I’d say her grip isn’t tight enough. Let’s get on with the letter, shall we?

Dear Yoko,

Imagine there’s a no-talent white guy. It’s easy if you try. He’s like hell before us. Above us, a blackened sky. Imagine all the people. Whose ears wouldn’t be bleeding today-ay-ay. You may say that I’m a dreamer. But I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us. And the world will live as one.

Power to the People,

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Paging Ray Davies

March 21st, 2007 | 0 comments | Posted by Jen

I didn’t see it live last night, but apparently Sanjaya made a little girl in the American Idol audience weep:

I’m sick-as-balls of writing about this guy. I would let the video stand alone, but I have a bone to pick concerning Sanjaya’s song choice.

In front of 30 million gajillion viewers Tuesday, Sanjaya butchered “You Really Got Me,” a really great rock song by one of my all-time favorite bands, The Kinks. Ray Davies, who wrote it, is THE SHIT.

I would put him up there with Bowie, Lennon, and Dylan any day of the century. I can’t even begin to name all of my favorite Kinks songs–Stop Your Sobbing, Waterloo Sunset, David Watts, The Village Green Preservation Society, This Time Tomorrow…

Another fun fact: Ray was once married to Chrissie Hynde, also The Shit. The marriage did not end well, however, and a little birdie once told me that Ray has a problem with hitting women. I have a feeling he does this because his, ahem, ego is shriveled from never getting his due like the Beatles and the Stones, to which I say:


And for a chap with such alleged violent tendencies, how are you, Ray Davies, suddenly a pacifist when 1) Van Halen phones in covers “You Really Got Me” in 1978 and 2) their weak-ass version becomes so big that when I play it on Guitar Hero 2, the screen reads, “You Really Got Me, AS MADE FAMOUS BY VAN HALEN,” a statement that I find utterly fatuous, and 3) a smiley half-wit whose one talent is HULA-DANCING cute-sies his way through the same once-great song on a cheeseball talent show, rendering girls all over the world–myself included–speechless with tears?

Stop my sobbing, you say? I won’t. I can’t.

Source: Kinda Kinks

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