When I think of Kenny G, his long, curly fro and smooth jazz saxaphone stylings come to mind—not nerdy glasses and skinny jeans. And yet, Kenny G is teaming up with indie rock gods, Weezer, for a song on their album, Raditude, which drops next week. Frontman Rivers Cuomo apparently emailed The G and asked him to contribute a solo for “I’m Your Daddy.” Kenny fully admits that he didn’t even know who Weezer was before he got the email, but that didn’t stop him from diving fro first into the collaboration. My ears are already confused but still … can’t wait to hear it! [Popeater]
Kenny G and Weezer are not the first odd couple to make beautiful music together. After the jump music’s oddest pairings.
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The blind and deaf communities are not rejoicing after the announcement that Abigail Breslin has signed on to play Helen Keller in the upcoming Broadway revival of “The Miracle Worker.” Why? Simply put, she’s not blind or deaf. Advocacy groups feel strongly that the production should consider using an actress from the blind or deaf community because of the larger human and artistic issues at stake. But the producers of the show are not interested in humanity. They are interested in ticket sales—they feel that their primary responsibility is to ensure the commercial success of the production, and in this economy it could take an actual miracle worker to have a wildly successful show without a star. But if it’s any consolation … they will try their best to find a blind or deaf understudy for the part. So what do you think? Is it wrong for Abigail Breslin to land the role of Helen Keller? [PopEater] Keep reading »
Apparently there were many crazy things ladies used to do to prevent themselves from getting knocked up before condoms and the pill were available at the corner drug stores. Thanks to this Newsweek slide show, “The Evolution of Birth Control,” I learned a thing or two about how ladies used to ward off a visit from the stork. After the jump, the top 10 birth control practices that I’m thrilled I never have to try.
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It’s natural to want to get revenge on an ex after he breaks your heart. But please don’t get any ideas this holiday season from Tennessee man David Simmons. David didn’t send sprigs of mistletoe or burn his ex-girlfriend’s clothing under the tree or anything moderately psycho like that. He had a far more cheerful idea. The 57-year-old decided to make some very special Christmas cards to send to his ex’s relatives — they were not of the Hallmark variety. The said cards contained explicit pictures of his ex performing sex acts on him. Let’s just say it was not a Merry Christmas for Simmons’ ex and her unsuspecting family members. Simmons will be facing charges for his attempt at spreading holiday cheer. I’m thinking his ex’s New Year’s resolution will be to stop taking nude photos. Ho! Ho! Ho! [Metro] Keep reading »
If you’re like me, the first thing you do every Sunday morning is check the “Modern Love” column in the New York Times—a collection of first person essays about love of all varieties. Usually, I am wrapped up in the storyline, scrolling down the page, sipping my coffee, eager to find out how the saga ends, but every once in a while, I wonder what the other characters in the piece must be feeling as they read it—mothers, daughters, ex-lovers, and friends. Well, that’s what some writers over at Double X were wondering too. So they decided to start a genius column called “Modern Love Revenge” where they provide the subjects of “Modern Love” essays the chance to post their responses, rebuttals, and reflections — basically, to tell the other side of the story. I was especially interested in this response from Joyce Maynard’s daughter, Audrey Bethel. Keep reading »
What is the worst possible way to be woken up from your slumber at 4 a.m.? By a car crashing into your bed! No, this is not a cockamamie plot from a Hollywood action film; this is a real-life nightmare. Last week, University of Nevada students Kristin Palmer and Trent Wood were sleeping soundly when they were awoken by a car crashing through their bedroom window. At first they thought it was an earthquake, but soon discovered it was a car when they were engulfed in motor fluid and metal. Fearing an explosion or permanent paralyzation, they waited anxiously at first, and then they tried to stay calm while emergency workers freed them with chainsaws. Miraculously, they were able to wiggle out from under the car and did not sustain any serious injuries. How? They say they owe it to the saggy-ness of their bed—it prevented their bodies from being crushed.
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I must admit I’ve spent many years trying to keep my little secret, but I am finally ready to sing it out. I was a musical theatre (spelled “re” not “er,” you uncivilized fools) geek. From ages six to 18, I performed in nearly every musical known to man. I took voice lessons, I owned tap shoes, and I wore so much pancake base and blush that it made me break out regularly. When I was six, I landed my first big role in “Alice in Wonderland,” with my cute yet soporific portrayal of the Door Mouse. Keep reading »
Am I the only one who thinks there is something really wrong with a 5-year-old who has a six-pack? The kid you are looking at (to the left) is one Giuliano Stroe, the 5-year-old who is the toast of Romania after walking on his hands for 33 feet with a medicine ball between his legs and securing a Guinness World Record. His father has been taking him to the gym since he was born and training him vigorously since the age of 2. Pops feels there is no danger in training Giuliano hard, even though he’s barely old enough for kindergarten, but I’m wondering why no one is questioning his safety. It can’t be good to put such physical strain on a body that’s still developing, not to mention the psychological damage he’s probably doing to this kid. I’m sorry, but does anyone else feel like this child is being exploited, kind of like Balloon Boy? And just for the record, I am also against 5-year-old girls getting spray-tanned for beauty pageants. [Daily Mail] Keep reading »
Alan Wieder is not embarrassed to talk about his wang. In fact, he’s written an entire memoir about getting to know his … er … penis better. Year of the Cock: The Remarkable True Account of a Man Who Left His Wife and Paid the Price chronicles the year (ironically, the year of the rooster—hee hee) that Alan decided to follow his little head on a destructive journey. He packed up his things and moved out of his home, ready to pursue his fantasy of becoming a hardcore bachelor. During this premature mid-life crisis, he buys a vintage Porsche, bangs lot o’ chicks, and becomes obsessed with the size of his member. I know what you’re thinking. What a jerk! Why would I want to spend 300 pages reading about penile insecurity? Because Alan’s hilarious and, somehow, his year of cockiness is refreshing. Trust me, you’ll laugh too hard to judge him. Keep reading »