Gramnation
Like the rest of the pop-culture crazed country, I sat through hours of last night's Grammy entertainment. Not to be insensitive, but when it came to the long-winded tributes and boring performances (read: James Blunt), thank God for Tivo!
The only thing that truly struck me (in between fast forwarding) was the uncanny resemblance between certain Grammy stars and other famous faces.
...he unfortunately resembles this freak-of-nature:
Exhibit C:
Personally, I'd rather listen to my landlord's porn tapes than James Blunt:
Which is why I cackled gleefully upon discovering his resemblance to Napoleon Dynamite:
Slightly uncanny, no?
The only other thing I took away from watching the Grammys was the burning desire to see Justin Timberlake perform live. So in a fit of ill-repressed longing, my roommate and I impulsively purchased tickets to his March 16th show in Nashville.
Which means that in a little over a month, I'll be among the sea of irritatingly rabid females vying for a place in his pants as he does this:
The groupie whores can scream, salivate and storm his tour bus all they want. The only reason I'm going is to watch that boy DANCE.
The only thing that truly struck me (in between fast forwarding) was the uncanny resemblance between certain Grammy stars and other famous faces.
Exhibit A:
The drummer for The Police (who sounded like they were performing karaoke at a dive bar):
...looks like a strangely anorexic version of THIS man:
Exhibit B:
While some might argue that this man was hot during his "Your Body is a Wonderland" days, now...notsomuch:
The drummer for The Police (who sounded like they were performing karaoke at a dive bar):
...looks like a strangely anorexic version of THIS man:
Exhibit B:While some might argue that this man was hot during his "Your Body is a Wonderland" days, now...notsomuch:
...he unfortunately resembles this freak-of-nature:
Exhibit C:Personally, I'd rather listen to my landlord's porn tapes than James Blunt:
Which is why I cackled gleefully upon discovering his resemblance to Napoleon Dynamite:
Slightly uncanny, no?Which means that in a little over a month, I'll be among the sea of irritatingly rabid females vying for a place in his pants as he does this:
The groupie whores can scream, salivate and storm his tour bus all they want. The only reason I'm going is to watch that boy DANCE.
posted by Rachel at 11:27 PM
2 Comments:
Please tell me you have some commentary on the horrid Eagle-song butchering of Rascal Flatts. The outfits were more subdued than the CMA's, but still totally distasteful.
I have to tell my roommate you're going to see JT. I have to warn you that she may fly into a fit of rage and board a plane from California to Nashvegas to personally pry those tickets from your hands. :)
I had every intention of commenting on them but couldn't find a picture that adequately described the train wreck that was Joe Don.(See-through shirt, leather vest, sparkle charm chain, HIGHLIGHTS.)
P.S. Tell your roommate I said, "In your face." :)
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