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Tuesday, May 5
AND I'M MOTHAFUCKIN' TELLIN' YOU, AND YOU, AND YOU, AND YOU
- MSNBC is such a snide little shit. Rachel Maddow is to her employer as is Sean fucking Hannity to FOX, triple fold. Anyone ever get the impression Olbermann should, say, take a breath? Half the time I get lost in his line breaks.
- I paid to see Robin Thicke last weekend and all I got was a ridiculously surprising Jennifer Hudson set that pretty much blew away everything I've seen in 2009.
- You really gotta go to shows where 90% of the audience is black.
- iFeel Duped: So I DVR'd iCarly's "movie" titled "iGo to Japan" and it wasn't even a movie. It was a 90-minute episode. They didn't even go to Japan. They had sets. Sets and AZN's going "CHING CHONG CHING CHONG" in every which way.
- No, seriously, you gotta go to shows where 90% of the audience is black. First, no one tells you to sit down when you feel the need to get up and dance, which, for me, is, like, every waking moment at a soul show.
- The Drew and I took our respectable The Girlfriends; he had gotten his stubs for Christmas, whereas I had bought my pair just hours before the show from a guy named Jermaine who wanted to meet up in Lynwood, courtesy of the ever-so-safe Craigslist. Jermaine asked me, "WHO YOU GOIN' WITH?" and I'm, like, "My girlfriend." He said, "HOOOO!!!! You know EXACTLY whatchoo doing, huh?" Yes, Jermaine. It took me more than 5 years to realize how to get into my girlfriend's pants.
- Seriously, it did take 5 years.
- Anyway, oh yeah, The Drew. So we met up after the show and our girlfriends were, like, "Was your boyfriend doing what my boyfriend was doing during the whole set?" And, clearly, the answer was yes. The Drew and I were in a speechless embrace. It was good. It was just that good.
- I think the last time a show was that good in dual concensus--we usually find something to complain about at every show--was Herbie Hancock's set. That was two years ago.
- At one point, Hudson had Chaka Khan come out, and while that was all sick and redonkulous, Hudson invited Earth, Wind & Fire on stage. I freaked out because I have been waiting years to see these guys, and there they were, on stage, during a show I didn't even plan on going to. Oh my god. That's the beginning chord to "After The Love Has Gone." HOLY SHIT THEY'RE GOING TO PLAY AFTER THE LOVE HA-...PPY BIRTHDAY? ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME?
- NO, SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE FUCK JENNIFER HUDSON. LISTEN, I KNOW YOU'RE ALL, LIKE, BUMMED OUT 'N SHIT SINCE YOUR WHOLE FAMILY TRAGEDY, AND I KNOW YOU'RE ALL FUCKIN' COOL AND SHIT SINCE YOU HAVE AN OSCAR, BUT YOU JUST DON'T TELL THE AUDIENCE THAT YOU'RE BRINGING EARTH, WIND & FIRE ONSTAGE JUST TO SING HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUR BOYFRIEND. VAIN BITCH. You're lucky you can sing.
- Oh yeah, and Robin Thicke is such a little twat. I mean, the guy's albums are legit and shit, but his live show ranks high on the Corny Scale, right next to Josh Groban.
Actual Thicke Live Quotes:
- "This one's ...for the ladies."- Clearly, the Thicke/Hudson show was more memorable than I would have even imagined. I seriously bought the tickets under the impression that something good might happen. It was just a roller coaster of emotions, man. Never again, Thicke. Never again.
- "ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE! *right arm raised in the air*"