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If anyone can tell me where I can legally download in the US, and yes, I will pay for it, Girls Aloud’s “The Loving Kind”? I’ve been looking for it for agesss. And, yes, I’m in tears thinking about a whole years without any new Girls Aloud music. Kills me inside after today’s news that one of their members (can’t keep ‘em straight, kill me) is taking time off to pursue acting. Snore.
“I wish my life was a little less seedy, why am I always so greedy, wish I looked just like Cheryl Tweedy. I know I never will, I know I never will.” Lily Allen.
it’s not my fault; it’s how i’m programmed to function.
I always though Lily Allen was alright ever since my dear roommate V (the one without a vendetta) put “smile” on a playlist for a dirty dance party back in the day. And for the next two years I still thought she was alright, albeit a lil crazy. After watching this video, I realized she’s better than alright. She´s fan-freaking-tastic.
Three Minutes of Crazy
I’m a supporter of pinching pennies and listening to a boyfriend’s advice. However, there comes a time where you just need to write a big check and tell your boyfriend to put down the video camera.
I’m talking about Heidi Montag’s music video. For those of you who have lives unrelated to watching MTV reality television, Heidi is this little innocent girl from Colorado who went to the big city and fell in love with a monster I like to call Frankenfrost. Now, Heidi wants to break out of being on a tv show where all she does is get taped hanging out at her fake job and having pretend fights with her boyfriend, so she decides to start singing. However, without a contract or a manager, her boyfriend takes on the role and directs her first music video. Check out the train wreck:
There’s just something about it that feels so dirty. I feel like a pervert watching it. It might have to do with the cheesy pornish music or maybe it’s her store bought body parts or, I don’t know, the fact that it’s three minutes of a girl rolling around in the sand making some high pitched noises. Well, enjoy. I know I sure did.
Censor’d!
British television won’t be airing Kylie Minogue’s video on television. Usually in the United States, our repressed minds assume it’s because she must be showing some boob so we would immediately pray the youtube moderators hadn’t removed it yet and search away until we’ve satisfied our voyeuristic urges.
Sorry, kids, it’s allegedly because there’s too much strobe light action going on in it. Bummer.
If you aren’t epileptic, go ahead and enjoy yourselves:
This isn’t my favorite song of hers on the newest album. Sit tight, kiddies, as soon as she releases a video for “Speakerphone” I will be sure to post it. Even if there are some wicked lighting features or a nip slip.
(New?) Music Time
Dear Ashlee Simpson,
I like you a lot. I like you more than I should, in fact. Why? I’m not really sure. Anyhow, I’ve been looking forward to your new cd ever since it appeared on your website that there would be a new album out in November. That month came and past, and all I have yet been given is this video:
My sweet child, there’s something I need to tell you. If I wanted to listen to Gwen Stefani, I would listen to Gwen Stefani. Now go back to your room.
Over and out,
A