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Don't Call It A Comeback...Please

Hey Soul Mates,
true to everything you've heard about last night's MTV awards in Las Vegas, Britney Spears' return was a train wreck for the ages. She looks great for a 25 year old mom of two. But that's about it. She can no longer dance or lip-sync. And she definitely shouldn't have been wearing a sequined bikini. Pretty embarrassing. Half-way through the number she clearly gave up.

I couldn't tell if the audience was more flummoxed by Spears or the skewering she received right after from the insanely funny Sarah Silverman who cracked-wise. Silverman was so on point that the celebs at the Palms got really quite so as not to draw attention to themselves and be called out. Choice line: "There's (rapper) 50 Cent. It's sooo cute that you're still alive."

Contrary to other reports, the rest of the show was equally bad. Haphazard, with poorly shot performances. And the format stunk. There's nothing worse, or excluding, than watching people party on TV. Justin Timberlake deserves props though for not once, but twice calling out MTV and challenging them to play more music videos. Duh.

My brain hurts thinking about MTV, so I'll stop. Football was the reason for the season yesterday. I found a really cool place in West Hollywood to watch the Browns (with dozens of Browns' Backers). Even when the Browns are virtually skunked the fans are ready to throw down. And yes, Cleveland can still go 15-1!

Love, Power, Peace

Comments

Unknown said…
First of all, Cleveland will NOT go 15-1. Just a hunch. If Chris Weinke can run the table after a Metrodome win, to go 1-15, please do not think that Brady Quinn will be the answer to the contrapositive to the distinction. Didja get that? Becks could QB to 2 wins... in LA.

Second, if Britney had fashion police surrounding her, they would have recommended a more modest get-up to get around stage in. The choreography I saw on the news this morning? Nothing that out there. The get-up? Please. Everyone knows - 2 kids and K-Fed with a dose of Paris ain't gonna allow her the Ooops I Did It Again/I'm a Slave 4 U costume treatment. More appropriate cover? Better extensions? (Sinead O'Connor 6-12 months ago cannot have long hair that quickly, no?) For stage reference, Vibeology 1991 anyone? Now THAT took Paula Abdul a decade to recover from but only with Simon's help, Head Over Heels 1995 notwithstanding, because everyone was so concentrating on how bad she looked and how out there the choreography was instead of on how cool that track was. She was doomed 90 seconds into the per4mance.

Then again, if K-Fed can work in a McDonald's to pay that child support...

PEACE!
Numero Dos

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