In a recent interview with Rolling Stone, Paul McCartney says he gets along just fine with John Lennon’s widow Yoko Ono, despite the all the past resentment that seemed to have boiled between them.
Back when the Beatles were starting to deteriorate, Yoko’s tendency for hanging out in their recording studio and sitting in on private sessions irked Paul. But time, he says, has allowed him to let go of his grudge and heal. He mused:
“If John loved her, there’s got to be something. He’s not stupid.” Keep reading »
He was two years younger, but incredibly mature and fiercely intelligent for a high school boy. We both wrote for the literary journal, and we bonded over our mutual love of J.D. Salinger. I texted him on the day Salinger passed away.
“How are you holding up?” I asked.
“I’ve been crying a lot. But thanks for checking in,” he replied.
I was infatuated. Keep reading »
The sad clown with a golden voice named Puddles singing an absolutely awesome rendition of “Royals” by Lorde. The odd, but utterly amazing, music video was posted by Scott Bradlee, of Postmodern Jukebox fame. Watch the video on Huffington Post…
A clever guy by the name of Andrew Hales thought he would get Halloween off to a head start and show up to a Macklemore and Ryan Lewis concert dressed like Macklemore himself. The lanky blond arrived at the Maverick Center in Utah before the concert began, decked out in a Macklemore-style outfit of a hoodie, sneakers and sunglasses. Hales’ friends filmed him as he fooled fans into thinking he was, in fact, the famous rapper. The best part of the scheme was when he managed to talk security into letting he and his friends into the venue before the show started by insisting he was the performer. I am impressed! You have to admire this guy for his creativity. I’m also LOLing imaging how many fans uploaded gloating iPhone pictures of this guy to their social media thinking it was the real Macklemore. [MISS Info]
Happy Halloween from Britney Spears and her Madonna-esque faux-English accent, which she utilizes to recite the opening monologue of “Thriller” while cavorting, uh, creepily alongside green-screen ghouls and graveyards. I don’t completely understand what I’ve just seen, but Bert-Bert looks conscious, which is ALWAYS a good thing. [Jezebel]