The Week That Was
NEWSFLASH: Creed is the worst band that has ever existed. You're off the hook, Hoobastank.
Friday: While this isn’t exactly a holiday worth celebrating, December 1 is World Aids Day. The entertainment world can always be counted on to adopt a cause, and thankfully, AIDS was no different for MTV. Their “Staying Alive” campaign against the disease turns 10 years old this year, and they’ve named Travis McCoy, lead singer of Gym Class Heroes ,their ambassador for 2009. It’s unfortunate to celebrate that kind of milestone though, especially when we seem to be no closer to a cure. But, when awareness is key, it’s nice to have MTV on your side. Get yourselves tested!
Saturday: Who honestly thought that Four Christmases would trump Twilight at the box office? Not this girl. That looks to be exactly what’s happening, though—the unlikely tripling of Reese Witherspoon/Vince Vaugn/projectile baby vomit garnered $46.7 million this weekend.
Sunday: Did anyone else spend two hours of their Sunday night with Britney Spears? Because I did, and my worldview has radically improved as a result. While I was eagerly anticipating Britney: For the Record, I was treated to a live countdown with B of her best MTV moments. All I can say is this: that girl is so sedated, I don’t even think she knew that she was looking at herself make out with Madonna. She rotated between three different phrases, and nervously shook the entire time.
I would have chalked that up to nerves, until I saw her “film,” where she complained about her life being too “in control” as she wept about how bored she was. Last week, I predicted that her breakdown would come in June, but I’m pushing the date up to March. OK, I promise that this is the last time I’ll spend this much space on Britney Spears. I can’t help it—I’m fascinated with the monster we’ve created.
Monday: Hide under the covers—NOW. This news is worse than our tanking economy. Ready? Creed is planning a reunion tour for 2009, according to Billboard. That’s right—America’s favorite softcore rockers/wife beaters (Scott Stapp, I’m lookin’ at you)—will be coming to an arena near you.
Tuesday: I might hate domestic abusers, but I sure love song titles about it! “Smack My Bitch Up” is probably one of my favorite techno songs ever, but since it’s kind of old, I’m hoping that Prodigy will give me something equally awesome when they release their fifth studio album on March 3. Invaders Must Die is a pretty promising title. Unfortunately, if you want to see them live, you’ll have to voyage to England or Australia.
Wednesday: I love a feisty Doll. Amanda Palmer of Dresden Dolls—and recent solo artist status—lashed out at her record company, Roadrunner Records, over her bare stomach. She shot a video for her new single “Leeds United,” and it had shots of her showing her midriff. Apparently, Roadrunner thinks she needs to do the Kanye workout plan, because they wanted to edit out all of those shots. Palmer has a fantastic and eloquent rebuttal on her blog-- http://blog.amandapalmer.net/post/62721071/the-rebellyon-the-deal-with-roadrunner-records
It’s certainly refreshing to see a talented woman refuse to cower to a bunch of label execs who think that they know what sexy is. Also, check out how awesome her fans and their bellies are.
Thursday: Grammy nomination time! The ceremony might actually be worth watching this year—Lil’ Wayne himself leads the tally with 8 nominations, including Album of the Year. He’ll be up against Viva la Vida (We have a winner), Ne-Yo’s Year of the Gentleman (yeah, questionable), Robert Plant and Alison Krauss’ effort, Raising Sand (I liked it), and In Rainbows (C’mon. It wasn’t that mind-blowing). Oh, and the infectious gun/cash register jingle “Paper Planes” is in the running for Record of the Year. Everyone do a few ceremonious faux gun blasts and wear some neon in honor of M.I.A.’s nod.
Posted by Alyssa Vincent, Alyssa Vincent on Dec 04, 2008 @ 12:00 am
