This is why we love Prince.
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So many gifts…gone too soon.
It’s not easy being green, Kermit said. But something about our purple friend was very Zen.
Heartbroken over Denise Matthews, somebody asked. It was the Illuminati and chemtrails, somebody else said. Addicts will be addicts. We’re addicted to addicts, said another. Maybe it’s just too lonely at the top.
There are only TWO types of afros.
An alternate title for this post could very well have been “How to Get Away With Murdering . . . an Afro.”
As one who has stood at the elbow of Blue Magicians and Masters of taming the Almighty Afro, this proclamation must finally be made. There are only TWO types of Afros that are hallowed. A magician or a master will tolerate a “Jimi Hendrix” bed-hair-messy afro or a neat biscuit, shaped to perfection, that’s fit for a Prince. Either the afro falls at the one end of the afro continuum or the other.
There is no in between.
KLOWN Tracy Morgan certainly brought the KORNY (as expected).
The 2013 Billboard Music Awards was a musical of horrors.
Between the lip syncing and the horrendous so called “natural” singing, mostly it was just a horror of horrors.
The comic, although likable and not comedic, at times seemed lost.
He may even be borderline illiterate or half-blind and in need of thicker contacts.
Who is Celine Gomez?
And isn’t that big scary white girl’s name pronounced Keh-sha? Not Kee-sha?
Shining brightest . . . and cut like a diamond! Beyonce, who?
But did they all have to come back . . . on the same night? I thought it would never, ever, ever end! Anyhoo, here’s the 55th Grammy Awards Rewind.
Taylor Swift, ringmaster, opened the 55th Grammy Awards with an Alice in Wonderland circus act. Elton John helped Ed Sheeran kill some time and a few angels in the snow. The Best Pop Solo Performance went to Adele for “Set Fire to the Rain (Live).” Neil Patrick Harris (who annoyingly has nothing to do with music, thanks CBS) announced a performance by Fun. But just before Fun came to the stage to perform a funky, folksy tune aptly called “Carry On,” in a corner of the television Chris Brown’s arm was affectionately going around Rihanna’s neck and was one of the most deliciously irresistible moments of the night to voyeur.
And that was just the first 15 minutes of the show.
