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Well, Amy Winehouse got back to her usually delayed concert tour yesterday, but things didn’t go as anyone planned or expected. According to the report,
“This is for my husband,” she said before launching into both “Wake Up Alone” and “Tears Dry on Their Own.”
However, when fans began to boo her indecipherable lyrics, which were punctuated throughout the night with fits of tears, Winehouse lashed out at the paying masses, threatening them with retaliation from her locked-up hubby and calling them “muggy c–ts” for buying tickets to the show in the first place.
“To them people booing, wait til my husband gets out of incarceration,” she said. “And I mean that.”
Enjoy the show, folks. It’ll certainly be something to tell the grandkids, I’m sure.
I saw Midnight Oil in concert twice before they called it a day – once at the Boathouse, touring behind Diesel and Dust, the other at Norfolk Scope, touring behind Blue Sky Mining (with Hunters and Collectors as their openers!) – but until I saw this clip, I’d somehow managed to forget just how damned disconcerting Peter Garrett was to watch on stage. At that Boathouse show, I stayed way at the back of the venue, mostly because he scared the shit out of me!
By the way, this is officially the first time I’ve ever seen any portion of an episode of Alan Thicke’s short-lived late-night talk show. Wow, he was as cheesy as an ’80s sitcom dad even then; no wonder it was short-lived.
I’m new to the Patton Oswalt bandwagon, but I think I’m going to stay here for life. One spin of his latest, Lollipops and Werewolves, and I knew that I had found my new Bill Hicks. Funny, remorseless and corrosively foul, Oswalt is funny in ways that I haven’t heard someone be funny since, well, Hicks. This routine, which pokes fun at a certain fast food item, is much better on the CD, since you get a complete jingoistic song at the end, but this’ll do in a pinch. Buy the album. Now.
If you’re anything like us – though with any luck, you’re less cynical – you heard the news about the Spice Girls reforming and your first thought, after the obligatory “Why?”, was something along the lines of “Hey, I’d reform too if the price was right.” And the price is most definitely right, with each Girl bringing home $20 million for participating. That seemed a rather exorbitant paycheck for: a) a band like the Spice Girls, and b) what was at the time only a seven-city tour. The tour promoters, however, clearly knew what they were doing, because several dates on the band’s tour, which is now headed for Australia, South Africa, Argentina and China, sold out in 18 minutes. Eighteen minutes? Really? Are we missing something?
Clearly, we were. The video.
The Girls are releasing a hits album November 20, and the video for the first single, “Headlines (Friendship Never Ends),” is, um, very revealing. For example, it reveals that the Girls are actually hotter now than they were at their peak, and that Ginger Spice is ripped, baby! It doesn’t reveal much in the way of poignant songwriting, but the song isn’t what we would call terrible, either. To be honest, we weren’t paying much attention to the song. We were more interested in when Posh’s eyes flash red and she beats Sporty to death, mistaking her for Sarah Connor. And speaking of Sporty, is it just us, or does she look completely different, like ‘secretly replaced’ different? Must be the teeth.
Oh, and we haven’t even gotten to the best part about the Spice Girls tour: they’re going to get naked onstage. Now that is something with a definite awesomeness problem.
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