I guess you could...  

Posted by Andrew Klaus


I don't know, I thought we were sorta past that.

9-11  

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To commemorate the sad, let's celebrate love and living... and really creepy but lovely sex.

Oh to be a fly on the wall...  

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So Courtney Love hasn't quite officially launched her come-back campain but she's been creeping up lately offering up cautionairy tales of drug woes, and the healing of yoga and Buddhism. I'm seriously not going to trash talk her, call me a glutton for punishment but I hope she's able to pull it together.

But...

Dear Amy Winehouse, when COURTNEY-FUCKING-LOVE tells you to lay off the drugs, c'mon girl it's time to put down the pipe.

And you , the so-called "Butterscotch Stallion" Smashed-faced Owen Wilson, just count yourself lucky that through the sheer luck of Wes Anderson you've had a career at all. You've spent the better part of a decade playing the same character over and again. Count yourself lucky to have even chatted up Kate Hudson, shrug , and move on. But kudos for an honest -to-god suicide attempt and non of this namby-pamby look-at me-mom bullshit, unlike Britney Spears in "rehab" drawing pentagrams on her head writing 666 and claiming to be the antichrist. (more on her latter)

Owen, Owen, Owen... what can I say...I just don't really care enough. Oh but seriously to all bloggers, and celeb columnists...""Butterscotch Stallion" ???? That's barely one step removed from Brandon Davis' Fire Crotch rant.

Ok... Post MTV Video Music Awards, well lets say I am no longer in touch with the "MTV generation". Is it ironic that you give awards to videos when you don't play them? Just asking.

Britney. STOP!!!! Take a deep breath. You're a mom and opening the award show you kinda looked like one. Groggy, slightly drunk young southern white trash moms lip-synching pop music and wandering around in their underwear. It wasn't lackluster, it was sad. Get help sweetheart. Get some rest. Don't perform when you can't and honey, you CAN'T right now.

Musical Crush of the Week- Bat for Lashes  

Posted by Andrew Klaus





Bat for Lashes is a female band led by Natasha Khan (born 25 October 1979), a Brighton-based songwriter.


Born to a Pakistani father, part of the eminent family of squash-playing Khans, and an English mother, her early childhood was spent travelling the world following her father who trained the Pakistani squash team, summers in Pakistan, and the rest of the time in Hertfordshire[1][2]. She had a strict religious upbringing until her parents separated, when she was eleven years old.
Khan graduated in film and music; while at university her experimental work was influenced by artists such as Steve Reich and Susan Hiller, and she produced multi-media work centred on sound installations, animations and performance. She went on to work as a nursery-school teacher, and it was during this period that she began writing the material for her first album.
Her debut single, "The Wizard", was released digitally through DiS records and on seven inch through Khan's own imprint, She Bear Records. She then signed to the record label Echo, alongside Feeder and Róisín Murphy, and released her debut album, Fur and Gold, on 11 September 2006.
Bat for Lashes' music has been likened to the work of Björk, Cat Power, Tori Amos, and Kate Bush.
2007 has been a great year for Bat for Lashes, with acclaimed appearances at Glastonbury, and a very successful tour of the USA [citation needed]. On 17 July the album Fur and Gold was announced as one of the albums nominated for the 2007 Mercury Prize. Despite being the favourite to win, by both the bookies and the pundits —and after performing the song "Horse and I" at the ceremony held at London's Grosvenor House on Tuesday 4 September 2007— when at 10:15pm the winner was finally announced by presenter Jools Holland, Bat for Lashes lost out to the London-based band Klaxons.


okay that's all fine and good but the rapture of listening to Bat for Lashes on at four in the morning sitting on the train on your morning commute can not to ever be described.