When 22-year-old Brian Hull heard about a gift card contest that asked competitors to contribute their own cover of the song ”Let It Go” from “Frozen,” he got to work on recording one — in the voices of 21 different Disney and Pixar characters. The vocal performance major at Dallas Baptist University brings the voices of Winnie the Pooh, Mickey Mouse, Sebastian The Crab, Tigger, Goofy and many others with impersonations you have to hear to believe. It’s almost scary how many voices he can do in rapid succesion! If this kid does not have a voiceover contact already, Disney doesn’t know what it’s doing. [USA Today]
“[Lady Gaga is] the first person I’ve brought directly into a performance. Other artists have wanted me to vomit on them but I said no! I chose her because I knew she understood what it was all about. She appreciates performance art. So doing that stuff live with her, with that kind of energy from the crowd, was really amazing. … We didn’t glamorize anything. All of my performances are meant to inspire viewers to question the concept of classic beauty and femininity, rather than perpetuate those standards girls and women are faced with every day; the ones that cause eating disorders in the first place! I think there’s an obvious difference between using my body to create something beautiful and to express myself rather than using it to harm myself and conform to society’s standards. My work rebels against those standards! I do understand how it could be triggering to some, but as an artist I can’t censor myself to keep everyone happy.”
Excuse me, but I’m still giving for having a hard time tearing away my side-eye from Millie Brown, the self-described “vomit artist” who barfed on Lady Gaga onstage during a SXSW show last week. Brown has been artistically puking in public for years (she claims to do it “every couple months”) and said Gaga invited her onstage to shove her fingers down her throat and barf green liquid after they both realized they were at SXSW. Pop star Demi Lovato, who has suffered from an eating disorder, accused to the two women of “glamorizing eating disorders,” tweeting, “Putting the word ART in it isn’t a free card to do what you want without consequence.” But Millie Brown is an artiste and she says pish posh to that: she told BULLET magazine that the performance was supposed to be about “the idea of purging all that bad energy and getting rid of it.” Okay, sure, whatever. As someone who has a dear friend with an eating disorder, I still can’t get past how Brown is essentially teaching people how to be bulimic by sticking their fingers down their throats. Art fart. [Bullett]
This year’s SXSW festival was tainted by tragedy when a drunk driver plowed into a crowd of people, killing three and injuring 23. One of the people in that car’s path was 18-year-old Mason Endres, who was walking with a friend when she was hit. She sustained a concussion, cervical spine fracture, broken nose, cracked femur, and a severed artery in her leg, and has been in the hospital since last Thursday. Endres had come to the festival to see her favorite local band, Jared & The Mill, but never got the chance. When the band heard that Endres, who is one of their biggest fans, had been hurt, they decided to bring the show to her, gathering in her hospital room to give her a private concert. “The pure excitement of everything got me through today,” said Endres. “Today I felt better than I ever thought I’d feel in the hospital.” Endres’ recovery process will be long and difficult, but it’s so good to see the healing power of music in action. [The Daily Dot]
Some people live their whole lives never meeting their soul mate. But for those of us who love country music, that will never be the case, because on July 17, 1976, Luke Bryan and his cute tushie entered the world. The universe will never be the same.
For those of you who don’t know much about my future husband Luke, he’s famous for hits like “That’s My Kind Of Night,” “Crash My Party,” “All My Friends Say,” and the list goes on. Sure, his voice is one reason to love him, but there’s so much more to him than his catchy songs. Like his ass. And his dancing. And his wit. Anyway, I’ll let the GIFs do the talking. Keep reading »
I had my first banjo lesson last week, and I don’t know if I’ve ever been more nervous than I was in the hours leading up to it. We’re talking sweaty palms, red face, shortness of breath — the works. Part of the reason was that I love the banjo so much (as I told my teacher, “It’s my favorite instrument, my soul mate instrument, my happy place”) so my first lesson kind of felt like a first date with the guy of your dreams; the stakes were high, and I didn’t want to mess up. The other source of my nervousness was my musical history. I knew that all of my previous attempts to learn an instrument had failed spectacularly, and I seemed to attract strange and dysfunctional music teachers like moths to a flame. Below, a few vignettes from my sad, weird, musical past. Oh, and my banjo lesson went great, actually. Let’s hope this trend continues! Keep reading »