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Hicks nixes trick picks


“Ain’t nobody gonna make me look good.”

Taylor Hicks’ old producer pal William Smith is being suid by the artist after Smith uploaded three of Hicks’ pre “American Idol” tracks from 2001 on to iTunes. Sez Smith,

“The whole thing with putting these songs out was, he was getting killed by that goofy single, and I knew he was better than that…I had a three-year relationship with him. That single (“Do I Make You Proud”) sucks, and this was purely altruistic on my part. I wanted to show critics that were killing him that he was way more than ‘American Idol.’ ”

C’mon Taylor, this guy is doing you a favor. A fellow music biz person comes out and honestly says your “American Idol” shit stinks, and you wanna sue him over trying to prove that you’re better than that? Mmmm, the smell of money.

More fun with Pete Doherty

Perhaps it’s time to put up an official clock for when Pete Doherty is no longer with us. In his latest news, Doherty punched a nurse and wrecked his room as he finally lost his shit in rehab.

Doherty, 27, punched the medical man, kicked the door and slammed walls with his hands during the tantrum at the Priory clinic on Sunday night.

He screamed: “I don’t f***ing want to be here. I’ve f***ing had enough.”

Staff threatened him that if he didn’t calm down he would be sedated. Now he has been assigned a security guard to keep him under control as he continues his treatment.

A friend told 3am: “Pete flipped out on Sunday night because he doesn’t want to be there and wants to get out. A nurse was trying to encourage him to get more involved in the therapy sessions when Pete suddenly went berserk.

Then again, I thought Scott Weiland was going to finally croak himself with drugs years ago, so maybe Pete won’t see the Reaper just yet.

When pop stars act like rock stars

Keane just had to scrap their US tour because singer Tom Chaplin has entered rehab. They cancelled a few recent dates citing Chaplin’s “exhaustion,” but surely they knew that LiLo has officially, um, exhausted that word as a viable excuse.

All kidding aside, I love Under the Iron Sea, and hope that Tom gets himself sorted out. Are there any rock stars left that can party without going full-bore gonzo crazy? God, imagine if someone had shown him crystal meth…

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