I am doing this too much lately, but I have to mention the untimely passing of two lesser known yet very significant individuals. Both will be remembered for their voices. Don Lafontaine was the proud owner of the deep tones that accompanied movie trailers for the past several years. He was 68. Jerry Reed was the sidekick of Burt Reynolds in “Smokey and the Bandit” and singer/guitar picker of many a memorable tune (including “East Bound and Down”). He was 71. Take a moment and enjoy these fine gentlemen’s work one last time.
It seems like over the past week or two, I’ve been hearing the band name The Jonas Brothers damn near everywhere I go. They even had some brief segment on TV comparing their crowd reactions to the Beatles. I wasn’t sure if I was just too old or too out of the loop. These things happen when you listen to only an iPod and never the radio. So I did what anyone would do to gather more info on something they didn’t know - I searched Jonas Brothers on Wikipedia. It was there I learned the following: (more…)
At the request of Katy, a frequent commenter and citizen of Mestew Nation, we’ve decided to put our top 10 albums together. Some may surprise you, some you may say “what the h&@%?”, but hopefully you’ll like a few as well. And don’t be shy, after we drop our albums, you can give us a taste of yours. Ready to spin those records? (more…)
After reports, rumors and just pure speculation, it appears that Alex Rodriguez and his wife Cynthia are calling it quits. The hottest stories on the subject are linking A-Rod to Madonna… yes, that Madonna. Some people are even reporting that he was with Madonna on the night his second daughter was born. Before we all go making A-Rod the bad guy, though we’re not letting him off the hook, there are also reports that Cynthia had recently gone on a little getaway to Paris with rocker Lenny Kravitz. The scene went something like, “Are you gonna go my way?” and apparently Cynthia said yes. My outlook on the situation? Everyone has rockstar fantasies, whether it be on stage with a mic in your hand or back stage in a three-way with another groupie. It’s human nature and I’m not sorry.
By now we have all heard this lovely rap recently laid down by Shaquille O’Neal…
Far be it from me to point out the stupidity of this B. Rabbit take on his Kobe Bryant situation, but something has to be said. First of all, these lyrics are incredibly trite. “Kobe, tell me how my ass taste”… are you serious? I know hustlers in nursing homes laying down better lines. Secondly, the point about Kobe not being able to do it without you… huh? Kazaam, my man, you lost in the 1st round of the playoffs. At least Kobe made it to the finals. Finally, your off color rips on Patrick Ewing and Kareem Abdul-Jabbar being less of a player than you are just ridiculous. You may be remembered as the better player by most, but wait until these guys drop their rap album entitled “Shaq: America’s Fattest, Most Babied by the Refs Center of All-Time.” That catchy little title should be enough to put you in your place.
Before I get off this Shaq kick, let me point something else out. I read an article today quoting Shaq as claiming he should be considered a “rap superstar” because he has 2 platinum albums and 2 gold albums. Well, just in case your curious, last year his 6 albums combined to sell 20 copies. No, not 20,000… just 20. Gee Big Aristotle, you are some kind of superstar alright.
