Extra TV is reporting that multiple sources have confirmed Jessica Simpson and John Mayer have parted ways after nine undoubtedly musical months. Awwww. But they seemed to have so much in common and looked so happy together!
Because of the shocking nature of this story, we have nothing to add. Really: a national tragedy is what this is. [ExtraTV.com / Image credit: Getty]
Two stories from the world of law-enforcement. Cops gotta get their intel somewhere, but it’s still chilling to think that the comings and goings of hip-hop heroes such as Diddy, Jay-Z, and LL Cool Jwere monitored around the time of the Republican National Convention that was held in NYC. Alicia Keys, too, dude. Now, what could that nice young lady do wrong?
Elsewhere, one man in blue lifted a bunch of pot from mind-altered scalawags, and instead of turning it into the evidence room, baked it up for himself and his honey. Then he called 911 because he thought he was dead. He wasn’t. It’s believed that Pink Floyd’s "Comfortably Numb" was involved as well.
What’s better than streaming Maroon 5‘s new album It Won’t Be Soon Before Long an entire week before it comes out? How about having them play it live, for you. That’s right — we’re giving you the opportunity to win two tickets to the Cali quintet’s intimate club show in the city of your choosing. And there won’t be just one winner — we’re choosing nine winners to see Adam and crew with a guest. Enter here!
Our ramp-up to Rock Honors (Thursday, May 24) always includes revealing chats with the music’s stars. Road Tales focuses on some the silliness (and sex) that goes down when artists are on tour.
Peter Criss isn’t one of rock’s best drummers, but back in the day the KISS pounder was always allowed an extensive spot for solos during a show. Anthrax’s Scott Ian, who toured with the make-up men years ago, explains the kind of carnal pleasures that took place stage left and stage right.
Now and then our Tour Survival Guide will check in with rockers about life on the road. Here’s guitarist James Black on how getting punched and packing light keep Black Rebel Motorcycle Club in good spirits.
Just One of the Crew I help with the load-in and joke around with the crew. They usually yell at me when I try because they say if I break a hand, they’re out of a job. They tell me to get the f*ck out of the back of the truck. I feel like a jackass if I’m not involved that way. It’s kind of your only exercise when you’re out on the road, anyway. I’m not a big runner.
They Give New Meaning to "Packing Light" We’re always having competitions of who can bring the least. Once Nick just had a little bag. I’m down to one shoulder bag — three pairs of pants, two shirts, couple pairs of socks. I’d love to tour without a cell phone. I long for the days where it used to be you disappear on the road. I did one tour with three pair of pants in a sleeping bag bag. Like a hobo. It’s fun — it’s good to do. It’s nice to know how little you can live with.
Our ramp-up to Rock Honors (Thursday, May 24) always includes revealing chats with the music’s stars. Road Tales focuses on some the silliness that goes down when artists are on tour.
Lots of rock bands fly things over their stages these days. But back in the day, when Dio was doing business with Rainbow, it was odd to see a naked promoter sailing around on a harness left over from the theater’s previous show. Here’s one Peter Pan who passed out from trying to be a bombadier. Listen.
As previously reported, it seems like Madonna will be making her directorial debut. Called Filth and Wisdom, the 30-minute short is of Madge’s own devising and is being shot in London now. Rumor has it that the film will be based on her own experiences, and characters will include an Indian chemist, a Jewish businessman and a failed ballet dancer-turned-stripper. Yes, we know: You’re wondering what the hell she’s thinking. We can’t tell you much, but we can tell you that in addition to the above, she’s thinking that this is going to be a comedy. Which is pretty funny in itself. Especially when you consider Madonna’s incredibly poor on-screen track record. Need a recap? Let’s see. How about . . . Body of Evidence? That one put a dent in Willem DaFoe’s career. Then there was that miracle of financing, Shanghai Surprise. And let’s not forget about Swept Away, the remake that was so bad, so universally panned, so commercially abhorred, it made Mariah Carey’s Glitter watch like Citizen Kane. Hello? Earth to Madonna: Put down the camera. Now. Before you hurt someone you love.
Even global pop concerts can’t please everyone on the planet, so perhaps it makes sense that Live Aid bigwig Bob Geldof is kvetching a bit over the upcoming Live Earth bash, which is basically using the famed entrepreneur’s template for mult-artist, multi-city shows around a socio-political cause. The former rock singer says he would only organize such an affair if he "could go on stage and announce concrete environmental measures from the American presidential candidates, Congress or major corporations." None of that has happened yet for Al Gore’s July 7 affair. But Live Earth has managed to reunite Spinal Tap, so all can’t be too bad in the world.
If you ever want to feel attracted to someone again, then best to avoid the very not-safe-for-work extended version of Marilyn Manson‘s video for "Heart-Shaped Glasses" here after the jump. According to Radar, a source close to the production crew said that the simulated sex between Manson and his teenage squeeze Evan Rachel Wood (including some very graphic screams on her part) wasn’t so simulated. We know: Ewww. Coming out on top is Manson’s ex-wife, burlesque goddess Dita Von Teese, who had the following, exceedingly well-adjusted statement to make to the press: "I know a lot of people are shocked by it and think I should be shocked but he has put every one of his girlfriends in his videos so it doesn?t come as any surprise to me." None of that, however, can make-up for the part of the video where the two are digging at each other’s faces with their tongues while rolling around in blood. Enjoy, people! It’s just like Carrie, without the satisfying ending.
Hip-hop can’t buy a break right now. Thanks to Imus, Al, Oprah, Cam’ron, Tony Yayo and others, rappers have been cast as foul-mouthed philanderers whose only cares are booty, bling, blunts and beef; order of preference being debatable.
So at a time when hip-hop could use a link to its Golden Age, it’s only fitting that KRS-One should grab the mic again. Watch the freestyle above and you’ll see an old-school teacher who doesn’t need to scream about how bad he is. Rather, you’ll see a master lyricist whose flow is only topped by the pure enjoyment he gets from practicing his craft. I mean, an MC that actually smiles while spitting rhymes? It’s sad that that’s a groundbreaking gesture in today’s rap game.
Listen to the title track of KRS’ upcoming album Hip-Hop Lives. Then weigh in: Do new-school MC’s need to re-evaluate where they’re at? Or is doin’ it dirty what rap is all about?