Photo courtesy of Star Magazine, which I, sadly, buy.
The first time I heard that Justin Timberlake had a new single called I’m Bringing Sexy Back I felt sorry for him. Had he never looked in a mirror? Caught a glimpse of himself in the window of Neiman Marcus as he was walking past? Saw his reflection in the hood of his Maserati? That scraggly He Can’t Possibly Have Chest Hair face is as far from sexy as you can get. Dude, call George Clooney and ask him how to do stubble. Shit, call me, I can tell you how to do stubble based on my long history with leg hair.
Then I heard the song and liked it. So I temporarily forgot about his inability to produce decent facial hair and convex pecs. But then I saw him on the catwalk during The Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show. (I can’t watch PBS all day you know). He’s singing Sexy Back and out comes the Brazilian stomper Gisele Bundchen. And I felt sorry for him. Again. He was singing the right song for the right woman but I kept hoping that one of her wings would knock his manorexic ass off the catwalk and snap his chicken neck like a twig.
Louise McLoserstene just came back from a month in Australia visiting her friends from the band Jeapster and stealing stuff from unsuspecting Aussie homes. A few days ago she and I cruised around the part of the Hollywood Hills where all the really, really big celebrities live. She and I also live in the Hollywood Hills but the slebs on our side of the Hills are Bradley Whitford, Kathy Baker, William H. Macy and the like. Not complaining. Just saying.
A Justin song came on, What Goes Around, Comes Around and we cranked it.
“That is such a kickass song, how could it be from Timberlake?” I asked as we pulled into a Starbucks.
“Why not?”
“Because he was in a boy band.”
“It’s a great album; I have the CD.” Note to self, drop Louise as a friend.
“Really?” I thought that she had cooler taste since she listens to bands I’ve never heard of like Silverchair and Ours.
Sidebar: “Owls? That is a really stupid name for a band.” I said when she first mentioned them.
“No, OURS.”
“Hours? That’s even dumber.”
“O-U-R-S.”
“Oh.” All in all, Ours? Obviously not a great name for a band.
“Yeah, Jeapster and I listened to JT the whole time I was there.” Note to self, no really, get another friend. Preferably one who does not refer to Screech’s doppelganger as JT.
“McLoserstene, he’s not hot.”
“I know.”
“He’s not sexy.”
“I know.”
“He’s geeky and strange looking.”
“I know.”
“I can’t believe you’re not embarrassed to own a boy band singer’s CD.”
“So I guess you don’t want me to burn a copy for you.”
“Did I say that? I didn't say that.”
Buy it. Burn it. Steal it. Worth it. Shut up.
End of boy band chat.
Suzy,
ReplyDeleteDo not apologize for your taste in music. I believe all of us have at least one item we can't explain. I have a copy of "Junk in the Trunk" by 808 Blaque. We need this music for when we have parties so that our guests will know we have eclectic taste.
Martha Jane
Did you see JT on the Grammy's? When he was pointing that hand-held camera on himself, it was not pretty. He just doesn't trip my trigger, physically. Vocally, I still think he's a Jacko wannabe. But I thought his and Andy Samberg's SNL video short was hilarious. And I've loved the times JT and Jimmy Fallon channelled the Bee Gees. If you don't know what I'm talking about, YouTube it and see.
ReplyDeleteYeah, that hand-held shot scared me. And for the record, I love the Bee Gees. There, I've said it out loud.
ReplyDeleteFYI- It's been cool to like the Bee Gees for about 10 years now and after the AI beatboxing on, they're probably the coolest disco band around.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, when you are you going to confess to your readers about the AI addiction?
AI beatboxing on.
ReplyDeleteWhat does that mean? This is why you're my arch enemy.
The BeeGees tanked long before Still Waters was released in 1997 and it's the most beautiful and coolest album they made after Fever. But it tanked.
And I'm going to admit my addiction to AI right after you admit yours. For the record, I won't out the people who read me but our emails are allllll about the AI.
I liked Justins songs recently. But they have been played too much. FYI I'm into Nelly Furtado at the moment.
ReplyDeleteI'll admit, I have no idea what I meant to say with the "AI beatboxing on." Maybe I meant "beatboxing on AI." Whatevah.
ReplyDeleteAs hard as it was to do, I did out myself in my blog last year here. I think I lost a lot of readers and some street cred (if I ever even had any) as a result but it had to be done.