The Week That Was
The Louis Vutton Don is kicking small-scale ass, Paul Newman is off looking cool in heaven, and Phish are preparing to clam-bake the East Coast
Friday: Looks like Kanye West won’t be releasing any albums behind bars. Los Angeles police will not press felony charges against West for getting in a little tiff with photographers at the L.A. International Airport in September. However, he could still be charged with a misdemeanor. I’m not trying to promote violence, but on the Street Cred Scale, with 1 being “you purposely tripped someone” and 10 being “you killed that fucker dead”, this ranks about a 2.5. Keep your hands clean, Kanye.
Saturday: This is a little heartbreaking. After a battle with cancer, Paul Newman passed away today at the age of 83. In addition to being known for classics like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid and The Sting, Newman also had a philanthropic side. "Newman’s Own" food products donate most of their profits to charity, and he started the Hole-in-the-Wall camps for sick children, which allowed these kids to participate in fun outdoor activities. He was an icon in Hollywood, and his kind heart, talent, and class will be remembered for many years to come.
Sunday: Scarlett Johansson and Ryan Reynolds got married today. Congratulations, kids. Personally, I was rooting for him and Alanis Morrisette all the way, but whatever. Maybe we’ll get “You Oughta Know” 2.0 out of this!
Oh, dear. Remember when Heather Locklear went into rehab? Well, it might be time to go back. Locklear was arrested outside of Santa Barbara this week for suspicion of driving under the influence of prescription drugs. The saddest part? The only comment every newcaster can seem to make is about how pretty she looks in her mug shot. Come on, people. Let’s take this a little seriously, shall we?
Monday: Ever since I looked away from the TV at the EXACT moment Janet Jackson’s boob flashed onscreen, sparking one of the biggest anti-nipple movements in recent years, I’ve been really frustrated with Super Bowl Halftime shows. Probably because I force myself to actively watch the entire thing, just in case Paul McCartney whips out his penis, or something like that. As a result, I’ve found that most of them are mind-numbingly boring. In my opinion, this year won’t be much better. Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band will be “entertaining” us during the football/commercial break. I’m unimpressed, but maybe I’m missing something. Thoughts?
Tuesday: Random award news—Caribou won the Polaris Prize! It’s Canada’s version of the Mercury Prize. They beat out some steep competition, including Holy Fuck and The Weakerthans. Well done!
Everyone send “get well” thoughts to Hold Steady’s guitarist, Tad Kubler. The band was forced to cancel their U.K. tour because he’s in the hospital with pancreatitis. It doesn’t look like this will affect the U.S. tour, but I’ll keep you posted.
Wednesday: Phish is set to play three shows in Virginia on March 6, 7, and 8. I didn’t really think this was a big deal at all, but then again, I don’t follow jam band updates. As a result, I had no idea that these shows will be their first in four-and-a-half years. So, in conclusion, it’s a big deal. Better news? Tickets are only $49.50. Be aware: that doesn’t factor in the cost of weed, so budget wisely.
Thursday: If you love the talented chanteuse that is Cat Power (any wonder that her real name is Chan? I think not), mark December 9 on your calendar. That’s when you can expect her new covers EP, Dark End of the Street to debut. It features six songs leftover from Jukebox, plus four unreleased tracks. Who are the lucky artists she’s crooning along to? Aretha Franklin, Creedence Clearwater Revival, and Otis Redding to name a few. Love it.
Posted by Alyssa Vincent, Alyssa Vincent on Oct 03, 2008 @ 12:00 am
