“We, the undersigned, would like the Obama administration to recognize the need for a new national anthem, one that even a decade after its creation, is still hot and fresh out the kitchen. America has changed since Francis Scott Key penned our current anthem in 1814. Since then, we have realized that after the show, it’s the afterparty, and that after the party, it’s the hotel lobby, and–perhaps most importantly–that ’round about four, you’ve got to clear the lobby, at which point it’s strongly recommended that you take it to the room and freak somebody. President Obama: we ask you to recognize the evolution of this beautiful country and give us an anthem that better suits the glorious nation we have become.”
––This is the actual text of a petition to the Obama Administration to change the national anthem to R. Kelly’s 2003 hit “Ignition (Remix).” Only 95,000 more signatures are needed to guarantee an official response from the White House. Let’s do this. [Whitehouse via Buzzfeed]
The Swedish insurance company Folksam asked their customers what they’d like to see in a commercial. The insurance market is flooded with geckos and singing weirdos and all kinds of distractions, after all. One customer, Eva, wanted to see cats skydiving. To R. Kelly’s “I Believe I Can Fly.” So the company took her suggestion very literally and made a commercial — a genius commercial — featuring just that!
I’m a tiny bit obsessed with R. Kelly, for a number of reasons. One of them: His epic “Trapped in the Closet” 32-part song and video masterpiece. R. Kelly said that it was like he had made up a whole new genre of music and entertainment, because it was telling a story with words and music. Noooooooooow, just think about that for a minute. Also, he is the guy responsible for bringing the phrase “real talk” into the modern vernacular, so extra credit for that, too. Plus, he’s just clearly so out of his megalomaniacal and bonkers mind. How can you not totally love this dude?
His new autobiography, Soulacoaster: The Diary of Me, is a rollicking ride, to be sure. Which is why it needed a very special person to recite it on “Jimmy Kimmel” this week. Someone like… Keep reading »
“As the film credits started to roll, I couldn’t move. I burst into tears. People walking past me patted me on the back, trying to console me. ‘The Notebook’ was beautiful, and I was crying because its hero and heroine had died together. But I was also crying because … my marriage had died. And there was nothing I could do to bring it back.”
– R. Kelly, on how Ryan Gosling ruined his marriage, as explained in his new memoir Soulacoaster: The Diary of Me. Real talk: I can’t wait to read this book. [via NYMag.com]
Seriously, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, are you effing with me? I already love you in a creepy, possibly unhealthy way, and then you go and cover R. Kelly’s “Ignition (Remix)” during a performance at Ohio State University. You’re seriously too much, JGL. Too. Much. [Buzzfeed]
I consider myself a bit of a celebrity sex tape connoisseur. Watching celebrities have sex for real, kind of reminds me that they’re human, just like the rest of us. Seeing celebrities use the toilet would probably have the same effect, but it’s not as fun. Anyway, here are the top eight you should really know about, where you might find them if they were carried in a video store, and some key tidbits in order to increase your potential to be a good dinner party guest. Because people LOVE to talk about celebrity sex tapes over tuna casserole, trust me.
1. “One Night In Paris” starring Paris Hilton & Rick Solomon
Where To Find It: Next to “The Blair Witch Project”, filed under “night vision goggles” and “totally overrated.”
Best Scene: Paris literally texts away on her Sidekick while Solomon has his way with her. Keep reading »
You don’t have to throw out your Space Jam soundtrack! After six years, two stalled trials due to medical emergencies, and an impossible hunt for jurors who have never watched MTV, R. Kelly was amazingly acquitted of 14 counts of child pornography. The Chicago courtroom hummed with the rhythm of Robert Kelly’s Church-like chants of “Thank you, Jesus!” as he was declared innocent of raping his goddaughter. The singer/songwriter, who has beat more than just a bad rap, hugged his four lawyers. The defense dream team found a big hole in the prosecution’s case: no mole. R. Kelly has one that’s about a square inch on his back. In the sex tape, no mole appeared to be visible. R&B’s R. Kelly is free — his only crime? Creating Trapped in A Closet. But alas Hip Hoperas aren’t punishable by law, or Beyoncé would have already been in the clink for Carmen. [CNN] Keep reading »