Last night’s MTV Movie Awards bestowed golden popcorn on Johnny Depp, Sacha Baron Cohen and Jack Nicholson, among others. Host Sarah Silverman did her usual iron-fist-velvet-glove routine, especially when joking about Paris Hilton. (Amazingly enough, the heiress turned herself into authorities after the show ended). There were many highlights — like Rihanna‘s fetish gear spin through "Umbrella" and Amy Winehouse rocking "Rehab" — but our favorite was the man-love makeout session between Cohen and his Talladega Nights co-star, Will Ferrell. Enjoy. For all the backstage news and stuff you didn’t see on TV, check the scoop here.
The Wilson sisters have been together for years, and no, regardless of what their first record label would have you believe, they never had a sexual fling. Need a 60-second primer on how the "Barracuda" babes got their start? Thought so. Here, too, is a chance to see ‘em live this summer.
Courtney Love will take the stage at the House of Blues on Los Angeles’ storied Sunset Strip tonight, premiering material from her upcoming album Nobody’s Daughter. In the rehearsal video here, she sounds about as good as she ever did, and she’s looking even better — svelte, confident and manically subversive. It’s a far cry from her 2004 self, the one we had the pleasure of witnessing at the start of her last tour for America’s Sweetheart. Over 24 hours in Manhattan in March of 2004, Courtney had a very public, very rock ‘n’ roll meltdown, the sort which puts any of the anorexic peccadilloes of today’s demi-celebrities to shame. In short order, Courtney Love committed the following transgressions: She flashed David Letterman; let a man suckle her breast outside Wendy’s while posing for a photograph; beaned a litigious journalist with a microphone stand at a secret club show; got arrested; serenaded the street outside her New York City apartment; got naked on stage; and wore a tank top that read, in big, black letters, "Eat My F*ck." Publicist’s nightmare or pop junkie’s dream? Either way, it was fascinating. We’re just happy she’s back — and healthy.
The Police‘s reunion tour may have the same lifespan as a common housefly. On day two of the ’80s supergroup’s reunion tour, drummer Stewart Copeland — whose bust-ups with Sting are the stuff of rock mythology — has posted quite the complaint on his blog, titled "OUR FIRST DISASTER GIG!" Within the 700-word post, Copeland bemoans the band’s poor timing, calls the lute-wielding Sting a "petulant pansy" and labels updated versions of their hits "ubeLIEVably lame" [sic].
In other news, the band’s planning on participating in the resurrection of MTV Unplugged (if they make it) — a veritable petri dish for creativity that’s featured stunning acoustic performances by Jay-Z and Nirvana. Other acts confirmed for show include Bon Jovi, Mary J. Blige and John Mayer.
Of course you don’t have all day to find out how ZZ Top got their start. So to ‘splain you this stuff, we’ve concocted a 60-second clip that illustrates how Dusty, Billy, and the guy without the beard came to be. Here’s the true genesis of that little band from Texas.
Looks like Knocked Up has put practically everyone in a babymaking mood. Premiering tomorrow night on VH1, The 40 Most Softsational Soft-Rock Songs counts down the artists whose bedroom eyes — not to mention throaty vocals and cleverly teased hair — helped generations of Americans make generations of other Americans. Watch and you’ll learn more than you ever thought possible about these classics from the ’70s and ’80s, featuring the works of the gone-but-never-forgotten likes of Captain & Tennille, Leo Sayer and Kansas. Smooooooooth. Spoiler alert: Click below to find out who’s in the top three . . . and start your soft-rocking immediately.
Michael Lohan, a recovering addict
who’s training to be a drug counselor, is blabbing that his baby girl
is trying to kick not just alcohol and blow, but OxyContin. Takes one
to know one, I guess. Hey, Daddy-Lo, didn’t you hear your kid’s
tear-filled jam "Confessions Of A Broken Heart"? She’s still mad about
that whole "screwed your family, got sent to jail" thing and wants you
to leave her alone! Unless, of course, you know where she could get
some of that prescription drug deliciousness. Then you should
definitely give her a call.
And Linds isn’t alone in her crisis. Famous pals have got her back. Find out who after the jump!
Marilyn Manson, King of the Goths, returns with a new record next Tuesday. In advance of its release he’s doing all sorts of funny promotion, like divorcing his stripper wife, humping his barely legal girlfriend and covering Justin Timberlake songs. Now he’s even doing stand-up. Just kidding. Sort of. In this bizarre video, Manson discusses Lindsay Lohan‘s vaginal grooming. Hmm. Is Marilyn someone you’d let near your swimsuit area with a razor?
News about American Idol wannabe Kelly Clarkson‘s feud with her label head, Clive Davis, continues to surface. The New York Post reports that the Grand Old Man of pop is furious that Clarkson isn’t listening to his suggestions about her music. We, on the other hand, have begun thinking that the lady doth protest too much. Frankly, if Clive Davis wanted to shut Kelly Clarkson down, he could. (To paraphrase Cliff Huxtable, he gave Kelly life . . . and he can take it away.) Since he hasn’t, we’re forced to assume that all this strife might all be a media stunt. In which case, it is you, dear public, who suffers.
Just one day after admitting she hit rock bottom, a vomit-covered Britney Spears had to be dragged out of the men’s bathroom at a Los Angeles hot spot. The rehabbed young mother apparently apologized by saying, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Things aren’t going well for me at the moment." It’s doubtful that Britney meant for her "comeback" to include stumbling around dripping in her own puke. So I gotta ask: is her sobriety back on the skids or did the pop princess eat something toxic?