Mama Bey’s performance at this year’s VMA’s was Blue Ivy approved.
Listen to Beyonce and Jay Z’s laughter. It’s infectious.
Mama Bey’s performance at this year’s VMA’s was Blue Ivy approved.
Listen to Beyonce and Jay Z’s laughter. It’s infectious.
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.
Oops! She done done it again. Beyonce woke up like this. Makeup-free. Under a crown of white roses (lookin’ mighty yella to me). Damn, that’s special. But it’s nothing compared to waking up on a bed of cool green grass. You know . . . when you trip . . . cause you’re kinda drunk . . . off the tall glasses of Ginn the bartender kept pouring you . . . for free . . . cause you cute . . . and you wake up wet with dew (or urine) . . . on not your lawn . . . but somebody’s lawn, also known as a bed of grass? Well, enough about me. Let’s talk about The Queen and her crown of white roses and . . .
Swedish
singer-songwriter
Tove Lo
made her debut
on
Jimmy Kimmel
Tuesday night
singing
her infectious song,
“Habits (Stay High).”
For better of for worse is such a short time. Especially if you’re Nick Lachey or Joe Simpson.
When pop stars Jessica Simpson and 98 Degrees boy band member Nick Lachey wed in October of 2002, it seemed a match made in pop star heaven. Nick was from the Midwest. Jessica, a beautiful Texan, with boobs as big as the state she grew up in, was that rare combination that has attained near unicorn status: Christian and virgin.
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?
Finally, from darkness, the child comes to the light.
(And just as suspected, Blue Ivy’s a beauty–just like mom, Beyonce!)
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.