Well, whaddaya know — Britney Spears will be performing in Seattle!
Um…yeah. I think I’ll be staying away from Seattle Center that evening.
Enthusiastically Ambiverted Hopepunk
Well, whaddaya know — Britney Spears will be performing in Seattle!
Um…yeah. I think I’ll be staying away from Seattle Center that evening.
My friend D has just gone live with her newest project: LISTBlog.
The objective here is simple – compose lists based on the topic chosen by the post’s author. Feel free to leave your list in the comments or on your own blog with a link and/or TrackBack to the particular list you’re participating in.
List #1 — Songs you hate to love.
I am so going to lose what credibility I have for my taste in music with this list. The majority of the time, my musical tastes focus on the goth/industrial/alternative side of things, though I listen to a wide range of different styles, and I’m not sure there’s a genre out there that I don’t enjoy something from.
I do, however, have a weakness for well-crafted “pop” music. What used to be a perfectly acceptable genre — “pop”, or “bubblegum pop” — has of late become the realm of such quality acts as Britney Spears and her ilk, and overall isn’t nearly as listenable as it has been in years past. However, occasionally, a song will come along that, even when voiced by an artist that will cause most sane, rational people to run screaming from the stereo, I find myself liking. It rarely, if ever, has anything to do with whatever flavor of the week is providing the voice for the song. Instead, what will catch me is the hook, the production values, and the writing. Even if it’s a hideously dumb song, if it’s assembled well, it’ll often work its way into my brain.
Here, then, are five songs destined to cause me to hang my head in shame and forever regret publicly admitting that I actually enjoy them. ;)
Britney Spears admitted today that she isn’t a virgin.
In other news, the Pope is still Polish.
(via MeFi)
Well, okay — since you asked…
You know, that’s enough embarassing myself for the moment. Time to stop before I dig myself any deeper. ;)
Apparently New York wasn’t too keen on the Britney Spears posters dotting the subway lines. Britney Underground shows off some of the graffitti decorating Britney’s ads.
Times I wish I had a ‘completely bizarre’ category. I can understand being peeved if I had a music video being shot outside my apartment at 4am. But did Britney Spears really deserve to have buckets of urine thrown at her (and…though I hesistate to ask…just why did these L.A. residents have buckets of urine available to throw?)?
[Britney Spears] is progressively wearing less and less at an alarming rate. It won’t be long until she’s dancing around bare ass nude at Arena football halftime shows while dousing her naked gyrating body in Pepsi.
— Brian Lawrence, discussing the new Britney Spears movie on the HTF
Okay, well, no, that’s not quite it. But it’s close! I swear!
While it’s probably not meant to be funny, when I read the AP story “Spears’ New Album Contains Cursing”, I was giggling most of the way through.
Britney Spears’ third studio album comes out next month, and it contains a few curse words that she knows some parents may not want their children to hear. “When I say ‘hell’ and ‘damn,’ I say it out of frustration in my songs. It’s not, like, a normal term of endearment that I use all the time.”
Well that’s good to know — because ‘hell’ and ‘damn’ sure are terms of endearment that I use on a daily basis, but it would be a sure sign of the apocalypse (or, at the very least, the world going to h-e-double-hockey-sticks in a handbasket) if Miss Spears, that paragon of virtue and teenage innocence, were to start slinging them around like beads at a Mardi Gras parade!
Um…or something like that.
(My second choice for a headline: Britney Spears contracts Tourette’s Syndrome in recording studio; FBI, RIAA, and PTA launching investigation targeting bin Laden)