Fans are repeatedly disappointed when facing the fact that their favorite artists are far from perfect. However, it’s not every day that devotees are totally grossed out by musicians’ shortcomings. Which stars have been accused of — or even admitted to — some seriously nasty habits?
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Just as fairy tales always have a Prince Charming and a happy ending, music videos tend to follow a stock list of tropes. It may seem pretty standard today, but let’s not forget that concepts seemed so fresh and new back in the day. Britney Spears‘ “…Baby One More Time” got millions of teens daydreaming about skipping class to dance in pigtail braids. Blink-182′s “What’s My Age Again” made us want to run around naked in public, and Backstreet Boys‘ “I’ll Never Break Your Heart” made it cool to sing about unrequited love in a futuristic hotel.
Now these tropes are old and tired after we’ve seen them in dozens of derivative videos. How many times are we going to see rappers pop bottles in the club? How many R&B singers will feel lonely and angry in an empty hotel room? The answer is: a lot. Let’s examine each overused music video cliche specifically, shall we?
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You know her. Your early memories of her were probably as a teenager in the ’80s or ’90s, watching an early morning music video show on MTV while your parents slept. She was lithe, with big hair. Barely dressed. Legs forever. She was the music video vixen. What started with Tawney Kitaen and took us all the way to Emily Ratajkowski is an obsession with some of pop culture’s most recognizable women. August is VH1 <3′s Video Vixens month, and today we’re looking back at the ones dancing ladies who first stole our hearts.
When you’re discussing Quincy Jones, there is no such thing as hyperbole. Just ask his 27 Grammys. The 81-year-old has played a vital role in the development of jazz, funk, and hip hop, holds more records than a jukebox, logged more firsts than Adam and Eve, and collaborated with everyone from Frank Sinatra to Grandmaster Melle Mel. It is no exaggeration to say he’s the chief architect of popular music in the 20th Century. But as we venture further into the new millennium, he’s getting pissed.
The cultural titan recently appeared in the The Distortion Of Sound, a documentary produced by cutting edge audio outfit Harman Kardon. The fascinating film explores the complex pros and cons of music in the digital age. Although companies like iTunes and Spotify have made music more accessible, portable, and cheaper than ever before, mp3s have become so compressed that the vast majority of the sound quality -sometimes up to 90 percent- is lost. With the omnipresence of iPods and ear buds, the documentary contends that a generation of music lovers are being raised on low-grade sonic sludge. As the final piece of his formidable legacy, Jones is working with Harman to ensure that his art, and the art of so many others, can be enjoyed the way it was meant to be heard.
Long before Justin Bieber was dodging punches from actors in Ibiza, he was a Canadian kid showcasing his talent through YouTube videos. However, he wasn’t the only youngster using the video site to cover popular songs and display some serious music skills.
Nobody will ever replace the one and only King of Pop, and today, on the 5th anniversary of his death, we celebrate the times when he, and others who were lucky enough to work with him, spread joy and love through music.
There’s only one kind of fighting we truly encourage, and that’s dance fighting! We love a good old fashioned dance-off to settle a score, and music videos feature some true dance-battle gold. So put your fists away — all you really need to sort out an argument is a great body roll!