2.14.2004
I stopped watching the West Wing about a year in to my trip to Japan. My erstwhile roommate kept sending me tapes, but Rob Lowe had left, and then Aaron Sorkin was planning to leave, and somehow my favorite show on earth was no longer worth watching.
Now I'm sincerely afraid of what's been going on since I last watched. Elmo?? How can anyone think this is a good idea? This is like shark jumping and adding Cousin Oliver and replacing Becky with Second Becky all at once.
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# Posted by Rachel on 8:17 PM
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2.13.2004
Oh my GOD, JC's website has been updated, and it is the scariest fucking thing ever. He's staring out with this creepy, dead-eyed expression that honestly makes me feel a little frightened, plus he's wearing a bizarre shirt that's half leather-fetish and half mime.
Mime.
*shudder*
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# Posted by Rachel on 7:56 PM
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Nicole and I were having a long discussion today, and we've come up with one of the great imponderables of the pop world: What is Trace Ayala qualified to do?
Now, you may not know who Trace is. That's a fair complaint. Trace is Justin Timberlake's best friend. I'm pretty sure that's what it's going to say in his obituary. If you follow that link you'll see nsyncline.com couldn't even come up with anything else to say, besides 'Trace: Justin's Friend.' That's it.
Justin and Trace have been friends since waaaay back before the days of the MMC. We're talking old school, hard core friendship, because how hard must it have been for Trace to be a normal middle schooler trying to defend himself from kids on the playground who wanted to taunt him about his singing, dancing best friend? I mean, he probably still gets that shit.
If you saw Justin on Punk'd (the one and only episode I'd recommend watching, unless you're being punished for something) you'll note that when he comes home to find his house "being repossesed" by Ashton Kutcher's "government agents," the guy already hanging out there is Trace. He kind of lives with Justin. And if you recall back at the VMAs in 2002, when Justin was cleaning up in almost every category, rather than a date, he was sitting next to some strange dude in a pink shirt. That was also Trace. I mean, sometimes he's sitting next to JC and Joey on the other side. But I remember people talking the next day, and saying it seemed odd that Justin was there with his... brother... or someone.
And that's the thing about Trace. He's just this strange dude who hangs out with Justin (and Cameron, and Justin's mom). He's kind of Justin's entourage. In interviews, Justin talks about how Trace helps him 'keep it real,' and so on. And Trace certainly seems like an affable young man; willing to hang out, have a beer on stage, convince his best friend that his dogs have been repossesed. Whatever.
But if Justin wasn't around, what on earth would Trace be doing? Nicole suggested construction work, and Trace is kind of rocking the sweatpants/greasy baseball cap look, but he's also a tiny, tiny man. America's not progressive enough to count 'public drunk' as a profession... yet. Kid Rock's working on it, though. So that leaves.... What, exactly? Trace has no experience at anything. I suspect he has no house, unless "my car and Justin's couch" count as houses. His greatest skill seems to be not alienating his increasingly rich and famous best friend.
All I can figure that qualifies him for is, like, assistant to Regis Philbin, or something. Except Trace is in with Justin's mom, so it's not like he can get smacked around if he gives Justin lip.
There must be something. Can anyone else figure out this pop culture zen koan?
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# Posted by Rachel on 7:03 PM
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Michael Jackson is in the news again. Shocking. At least this time it's not for allegations of child molestation. No, instead this time it appears that Michael has gone broke, just another phase in his decline into celebrity fucked up-ness.
But really, all I can say is I hope he's broke enough to sell the rights to the Beatles songs back to Paul McCartney, where they belong. Because, all else aside, how big of a dick do you have to be for Paul McCartney to hate you?
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# Posted by Becky on 4:45 PM
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2.12.2004
Believe it or not, JC's All Day Long I Dream About Sex is actually more catchy, more dancey, and more about sex than Some Girls (Dance With Women). I didn't think it was possible, but I've actually had this song on repeat for about an hour.
(Link from nsyncline.)
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# Posted by Becky on 9:59 PM
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Sometimes you can take an aging, ailing movie franchise and revitalize it by adding in better stars and bigger effects. Almost never, though. I'm trying to think of an example, and... no. Coming up blank.
Usually, though, you just end up throwing Uma Thurman and Arnold "the Governor" Schwarzenegger in, and it ends up sucking like a Hoover. After two disasterously bad movies (and hell, I love George Clooney, but yeesh) The Powers That Be have decided to revitalize the Batman franchise by taking it back to the beginning, and letting it star Christian "Newsies" Bale.
Becky is the expert on both Batman and Christian Bale (and Newsies, now that I think about it) so I'll let her discuss the plot and how wonderful/beautiful/talented he is. Here's what I'm going to point out; adding Katie Holmes, and now Liam Neeson, is not going to fix this problem. Katie Holmes is irritating. Liam Neeson hasn't headlined a big movie since... I don't know, Schindler's List? I mean, I guess my mom kind of thinks he's hot. And wow, is that a ringing endorsement.
On the other hand, sometimes a good thing just keeps getting better. Ocean's 11 had, arguably, the most glamorous and talented cast since the old Hollywood studio system broke down; it was literally amazing that those actors were willing to take pay cuts to work together on that film. And then it was just so beautiful and stylish and incredibly well done, even with no plot to speak of (and the rather major problem of Julia Roberts, whom I can not stand) and no real connection to its namesake from the 60's.
And so it is with most enormous joy that I learned Catherine Zeta-Jones will be in Ocean's 12. She has always been my girl-crush, and since George Clooney, Brad Pitt and Matt Damon are my boy-crushes, I am in heaven thinking about all these beautiful people in one smart movie together. Yay, Steven Soderburg! Yay, Brad Pitt! And yay, George Clooney, you handsome, debonair, 3-Kings-Starring-in, incredibly Leftist Democrat, you.
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# Posted by Rachel on 8:52 PM
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For the curious, of which there probably are none, this whole bloggy thing came out of a conversation Rachel and I had last weekend, while I was hanging out at her house and we were watching the MVT2 top 20 rock countdown. The VJ was a tool, and the music was wholly depressing, which lead to a whole conversation about pop culture reflecting the mood of the nation, which lead to us making this blog--but back to the countdown.
I honestly can't tell most of these bands apart. Only a few stand out because I liked the beforehand; the rest basically all get grouped into the "whiny rock" category. (Apparently, they're emo. However, I have yet to meet anyone who can give me an actual definition of emo, and I like my title better.) So in the top twenty, we have:
#20 - Korn: Right Now
#19 - Limp Bizkit: Behind Blue Eyes (Version 2)
#18 - Puddle of Mudd: Away From Me
#17 - Evenescence: My Immortal
#16 - Lostprophets: Last Train Home
#15 - Linkin Park: Numb
#14 - Blink-182: Feeling This
#13 - Jet (Rock): Are You Gonna Be My Girl
#12 - Smile Empty Soul: Nowhere Kids
#11 - A.F.I: Silver and Cold
#10 - Finger Eleven: One Thing
#9 - Switchfoot: Meant to Live
#8 - Chevelle: Closure
#7 - Good Charlotte: Hold On
#6 - Hoobastank: Out Of Control
#5 - Three Days Grace: I Hate Everything About You
#4 - Story of the Year: Until The Day I Die
#3 - The Darkness: I Believe In A Thing Called Love
#2 - The Offspring: Hit That
#1 - Incubus: Megalomaniac
So, to get it out of the way first, who the fuck let Limp Bizkit cover Behind Blue Eyes? I'm sorry, but if your band's name sounds like a euphemism for a limp penis, you're not cool enough to cover the the Who, and please don't try. Covering George Michael was fine, because I can now also picture you singing "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go," which makes me giggle. But The Who? Bite me.
Okay, that aside; we have a lot of bands here I've heard of but can't tell apart. I mean, I've heard DJs say, "that song was AFI/Hoobastank/Evenesense/Puddle of Mudd/Linkin Park," but I never actually found anything to differentiate one from the other. Korn I at least know is a different band, though I really don't care; Incubus used to have a hot guy, who's no longer hot. I like the Offspring and Blink.
The rest of the bands basically fall into one of two categories: melodramatic, depressing music; or The Darkness. Seriously, "Nowhere Kids" by Smile Empty Soul? I couldn't make that up. Most of these songs are about suicide, death, hurting yourself, not being loved enough, not loving anyone enough, and generally being angsty and sharing it with the world. Which I guess is fine, but this strikes me as a little excessive. It's no wonder the kids are turning to hip hop instead.
However, oddly, the band that defies the "doom doom doom" rule is the one with the most melodramatic name: The Darkness. The Darkness' song, I Believe In A Thing Called Love, is power rock pop, which lifts both sound and fashion from bits and pieces of Queen, Def Leppard and Robert Plant. It's cheerful and poppy, and almost impossible to get out of your head, and the video defies explanation. There's... A space squid, cartoon special effects, giant hair, and a clap along section.
And the whole album is like that. They're getting ready for their first American tour, and selling out venues already. Now, I'm not sensing the return of power pop and giant from just one band, but I'm glad that someone is defying the current whiny rock norm. Because seriously, I can't listen to the radio anymore.
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# Posted by Becky on 8:40 PM
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Does this make me like The Darkness more? I haven't decided. But this is definitely a way better story than Janet showing the world her breast a couple weekends ago.
"...It was a horrendous experience really, for everybody concerned."
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# Posted by Rachel on 10:19 AM
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Although this is, in fact, a blog that I helped design, and although I did, in fact, know what the redesign was going to look like, I would still like to say:
Eeeeeeeee! I love this design so much. In honor of Mr. Chasez, I've been calling it "Porno Music (My Adidas)." If you didn't follow that, you're... Probably not alone.
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# Posted by Rachel on 9:29 AM
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2.11.2004
Justin has signed on for his first major movie role. We can only hope it turns out better than Lance's.
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# Posted by Becky on 3:48 PM
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I can not get the song Some Girls (Dance With Women) out of my head. It's the first single off of Schizophrenic, JC Chasez's solo album. It's almost got a Latino thing going on, but not quite; JC is almost hot in the video, but not quite. Really, if anything, the song sounds like the less dirty, better sung male equivalent of the Milkshake Song. (Well. Only less dirty because I can't tell what Milkshake is about, so I assume that it's dirtier than lesbians, the subject of JC's dance song.)
It took awhile for the song to sink in. And now, it just won't go away... But this isn't totally shocking, it's not like it's the first time JC has written something that's stupid, dirty, and catchy all in one. The boy's first writing credit is actually on 'N Sync's first album; the song Giddy Up is attributed to 'N Sync/Renn. Of course, I've heard the song, and it's nothing to brag about. And it's not even as cute as the next song he worked on--Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays with Justin, Renn and Vincent Degiorgio (AKA, men from the Lou Perlman Boyband Factory)--because at least that video had the boys playing with puppies and tiny children.
Things improve vastly on the next album, though. JC has writing credits for a full quarter of the album and, weirdly, one of its best songs. Everyone knows that JC is the, um, "genius" behind Space Cowboy (Yippe-Yi-Ya) and Digital Get Down. Both are songs catchy; the first is just plain bizarre and kinda dumb, and the second is very very dirty. But JC also wrote the album's title song, No Strings Attached, and Bringin' Da Noise, a song which has absolutely no right to be as good as it is. Which is why I was a bit startled to learn that JC cowrote it.
Then we move into the 'N Sync "concept" album, Celebrity. Having already shown he's a dork by writing about space cowboys and cybersex, he furthers his point with The Game Is Over, a song that just wouldn't be complete without the oldschool Nintendo sound effects. Then there's The Two Of Us, a love song that I actually enjoy; but to make up for writing something I like, he evens it out with Selfish, which I couldn't care less about. And finally, he and Justin collaborated on the quintessential club dance song, Up Against The Wall.
With this history in mind, the fact that his solo album features a poppy dance song about lesbians, as well as a song titled All Day Long I Dream About Sex (really, only slightly less subtle than Digital Getdown,) is hardly surprising. It's pop, it's about sex, it's vaguely annoying and yet fun to sing along to, and it's stuck in my head. In other words, it's got that JC Chasez charm.
(Writing credits as according to official 'N Sync site.)
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# Posted by Becky on 1:22 PM
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2.10.2004
From best week ever:
Thank god I bought the Star Wars trilogy on VHS when I was a kid. George Lucas is an asshat, and he needs to be beaten until he stops sucking. Which will be never.
George Lucas will not be including the original, classic versions of the three movies on DVD. Not merely content to ruin the series with terrible prequels, he's decided we need to suffer HIS VISION and watch only the new versions of the movies. "...Instead, the DVDs will include the much-debated versions director Lucas released in the '90s with new digital effects and plot twists that softened the character of Han Solo - even though DVD makes it easy to offer both the original and director's cut of a movie."
I stood outside with my sister on opening day to watch all three of these movies in re-release. I am not some crazy fan. The thought that my children will never hear the real cantina song, or the real Ewok celebration, makes me cry. George Lucas, why you gotta play us like that?
Asshat!
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# Posted by Rachel on 9:03 PM
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I finally saw a trailer for Hidalgo. All I'd heard was that it was something to do with Viggo and horses. I kind of assumed it was a Western, since it's "based on a true story."
Now, having seen the trailer... Well, frankly, I'm confused. It's some kind of fantasy/Western epic that looks sorta goofy and sorta really cool all at once. I'm honestly really confused about what I'm supposed to get from this trailer. The plot synopsis makes it sound like a standard Western, but the trailer's really not.
I know it's enough for some people that it features Viggo, and horses, but I really require some kind of plot synopsis. It doesn't help that I know the movie's release date was pushed back repeatedly by the studio. It's enough to drive a girl to go watch the Starsky and Hutch trailer. Again.
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# Posted by Rachel on 8:41 PM
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2.9.2004
Starsky and Hutch trailer!!!
Damn I love Owen Wilson.
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# Posted by Rachel on 8:09 PM
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Justin's suit was worse, but JC's hair makes baby jesus weep.
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# Posted by Rachel on 7:22 PM
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I have long suspected Justin Timberlake has Jedi mind powers.
I am clearly not immune to them; there's no reason for me (or Ellen, for that matter) to find him so charming and irresistable. But now I think I have proof.
My first hint came, back in the day, when he punched that fan in the face. Remember that? No, you don't, although you probably remember several other, comparable scandals, featuring other performers. Justin, however, has always had a bit of Teflon in his blood, and the fact that he was accused of losing his temper and punching a teenaged fan in the face never really made a dent in his identity as America's Sweetheart. (This was back in the days of the curly afro, and dating Britney).
Speaking of Britney, it's interesting, isn't it, how the fact that he dated (and slept with) America's virgin/whore obsession never made him seem like a bad guy? Whatever happened between them (and we here at the pop!blog are pretty sure that what happened was she slept with Wade) made her seem slutty and him seem... Well, injured, and vaguely heroic. I mean, he actually slept with Britney. That's like winning an award or something.
Now he's caught up in the brough-ha-ha with Janet Jackson And Her Nipple, but it almost immediately became Janet's fault, and Janet's problem. Justin apologized, and somehow, everything was fine again, as far as he and the media went.
Last night, at the Grammys, he apologized again, and it was very cute. I, being the kind of person who knows too much about Justin, was astonished to see that he had brought his mother, rather than his girlfriend . He brought his best friend Trace to the MTV awards. Then he wore a white suit while performing on stage, looking completely like the younger, gayer Elton John, and all I could think was "who brings his mom to the Grammys???."
But apparently he's pulled it off again; the Boston Globe today sang his praises;
"Justin Timberlake did mention the Super Bowl... Such a good boy, that Justin. And he shrewdly brought his mother along last night, just in case we had any doubt." I mean, come on; what would this boy have to do to get some negative freaking press already? Tons and tons of people hate him, for being the goody-goody ex-Nsync-er who thinks he's ghetto and puts out bland pop music. And yet, the press (and every woman I know) adores him This has got to be clear proof of Jedi mind powers.
By the way; baby, I love you, and congratulations on the Grammys, but stop letting JC dress you, okay? And fucking shave.
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# Posted by Rachel on 5:06 PM
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Rachel spent the evening watching the Grammys, and, sadly, I was not with her. I was at a rehearsal for my (well, "my") sketch comedy troupe instead, sulking because I was missing Justin, but having fun nonetheless. I really love the troupe, and rehearsals are fun, but what I really love are the writer's meetings. I may be a bit biased because I'm the writing coordinator, so the meetings are actually my meetings, but I think not only do I enjoy going to the meetings, we turn out some good material.
One thing I've noted the last semester and a half or so, though, is that as a troupe we've had to spend less time focusing on making sure there were enough parts for girls. We have more girls than boys in the troupe, but have always had about three times as many male roles as female, which was always ridiculous. But lately the writing team has come to actually reflect the gender makeup of the troupe; the girls have been bringing as much material to the table as the boys, and the humor has started to slant more towards girl than boy humor. The number of roles is getting steadily closer to equalizing, and I'm proud.
I bring this up because traditionally, girls and comedy don't mix well. SNL is infamous for not knowing how to use female cast members, and it's not like the Kids in the Hall or Monty Python had a whole lot of female roles—and those they had were mostly filled by Dave Foley in a dress anyway, so it didn't matter. As a girl who edits, performs, and over-analyzes comedy that always vaguely irritated me. The basic explanation for it, as close as I can tell, was best summed up by Desi Arnaz when he said Lucy was the funniest woman he knew because she was utterly unconcerned with how she looked. It's hard to be pretty while you're doing sight gags; it's hard to be dainty if you're swearing like a pirate. Jennifer Aniston might have great comedic timing, but she's too pretty to headline as a comedic actress rather than the love interest in a romantic comedy.
But then there's Amanda Bynes, who, by all rights, is doing well for herself as a comedic actress in WB Sitcomland—after having hosted her own sketch comedy show on Nickelodeon, which was a spin off of All That, Nick's mid-90s preteen sketch comedy show. Out of all the show's alums, she's the one who's had the most success. What I didn't realize was that All That is actually still on the air, or possibly back on the air again. I switched from Nick to VH1 a few years ago, so I missed what happened. The point being, the cast of All That managed a gender breakdown that few comedy groups have: five girls to their three boys. And, furthermore, according to Nickelodeon, the funniest kid in America is a fifth grade girl named Christina Kirkman.
Interesting.
It's the sort of thing that makes me hope that the times, they are a' changing. The gender gap in comedy isn't going to change overnight, but if I'm remembering All That correctly, the comedy is pie-in-the-face messy. And considering that Christina Kirkland lists Amanda Bynes as one of her major influences, I'm hoping there are a few more girls down the line who'll be listing Christina in a few years.
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# Posted by Becky on 2:45 AM
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2.8.2004
Still fucking around with the design, clearly. The preblems are pretty clear now, but this is the basic. Luckily, the page isn't officially open yet. Except to Nicole.
Hi, Nicole!
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# Posted by Becky on 11:57 PM
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Justin's hitting 'eccentric' at an awfully young age. What's up, Panama Jack?
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# Posted by Rachel on 9:25 PM
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I meant to do this, but I forgot it was going to happen tonight. That kind of makes it a rush job. Oh well.
Okay, let's see. 'Best Contemporary R&B Album'. I kind of feel like R. Kelly won't win this, what with the child molestation charges and all. And I kind of don't want Beyonce to win it, because I admire her booty but not her damn singles. I'm going to go with Mary J. Blige for who should win, and Beyonce as the probable actual winner.
'Best Pop Perf. By A Duo or Group:' Bon Jovi is not going to win this; he's not old enough to win that weird 'old guy' vote that happens a lot (hey, Steely Dan), and he's not contemporary enough for what the Boston Globe just called the 'TRL Grammys.' The Eagles, on the other hand, are perfect for that old vote. Fountains of Wayne may be stuck in my head, but they are not the best performance of the year. I hate Matchbox Twenty with a burning, burning passion I can't explain. And I don't like No Doubt, but they're head and shoulders above the rest of these artists. No Doubt should get it, but if the Grammys are still the way they used to be, the Eagles will get it.
'Best Rap Album.' Ha. The Grammys never know what to do in this category. It's kinda funny. I'm torn; Missy Elliot and OutKast are both amazing. If Jay-Z wins this, it means he bought the damn award. I'm going to say OutKast will take it, because they have such huge buzz, but Missy Elliot should get it, because I love her.
'Best male Pop Vocal Performance', AKA The Sting Award. He's won it four damn times; move on, Gordon! Let some new blood in! I have never heard of Michael McDonald, and I'm pretty sure he didn't write 'Ain't No Mountain High Enough.' Oh, let's be serious; I want Justin to win this because I love 'Cry Me A River,' but Sting probably has it wrapped up, and if he doesn't, poor dead George Harrison does.
'Best Female Pop Vocal Performance.' Kelly Clarkson is not going to win this. Avril Lavigne is not going to win this. Christina probably should, but I don't think she will. I can't tell Dido and Sarah McLachlan apart, so I don't give a damn which one of them takes it.
'Best Female Country Vocal Perf.' What? How would I know? Uh... June Carter Cash in a walk, what with the death and the dead husband factor. Just keep Shania off my tv, please.
'Best New Artist' Isn't Fountains of Wayne like, 9 years old now? Am I confusing them with someone? I kind of assumed a band annoying enough to write 'Stacy's Mom' had written something else, less annoying, first. Huh. Clearly 50 Cent should take this award, but I'd be stunned if he did. I'll tell you what the real mystery of Best New Artist is; how is it possible Justin T. is up for 5 awards, and not this one? Because his album is already more than a year old? Then why the hell is he eligible for the other... Oh, never mind.
Does 'Record of the Year' mean song of the year? Wait, no; that's another category, but so is Album of the Year. The hell? I love 'Lose Yourself,' but that's song of the year; I want 'Where is the Love' to take this, because it's a really good song, and it's a 'message' song, which means it's the kind of thing people vote for. I won't be surprised if Coldplay takes the award, though. Stupid Coldplay.
'Best Rock Perf. By a Duo or Group' Foo Fighters had an album this year? Really? Weird. Isn't it law that Radiohead wins this kind of thing? Wait, though; Warren Zevon and Bruce Springsteen are up for it, too. Uh... I'll go with the White Stripes, because this is the song with the really ass kicking bass line.
'Song of the Year' Again, Avril Lavigne is not going to win this. I don't think Luther Vandross is going to, either. Neither will Warren Zevon, and Christina may have a good song here, but I don't think they grammys want to keep giving her Grammys. Clearly, Eminem should take this for 'Lose Yourself,' but I'm not sure he will.
'Album of the Year' Wait wait wait; Justin's up for album of the year, but not best new artist? The Grammys are so screwed up! Anyway, there's no way he's going to win it (sob, sob), nor will Outkast. I've never heard of Evanescence. Missy Elliott wrote a kick ass album this year, but I don't think the Grammys are quite that progressive. That means the White Stripes will take it, which is totally fitting with their hipster cred.
There. Now, the part we can't predict is the quality of the performances during the Grammys. If Justin performs, he's going to be mighty low key, I'll bet, and he won't be doing 'Rock Your Body.' Not unless he's a moron. I'm not ruling that out, you understand. I'll go out on a limb and say the performances will be dull and the show will run too long. Man, am I a risk-taker or what?
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# Posted by Rachel on 6:54 PM
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Totally fascinating account of how "Where Is The Love" came to exist. Rock on, Song of the Year nominee!
"...That grabbed the Peas' attention, so Will asked what Fair had in mind. "I thought, OK, I'll run the risk of them thinking I'm the corporate record-company pig or some kind of sell-out a--hole. And literally off the top of my head I said, 'Why don't you do a song with somebody like, uh, Justin Timberlake?' Justin hadn't done his solo album yet. They said, 'Really? We know that guy, he's our friend. Whenever he comes to town, we roll, we dance, we party, we hang out.' " "
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# Posted by Rachel on 9:16 AM
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Wow. You were up until almost 4am making this thing work. I would like to pretend to be astonished by that, but I've met you, so I'm really not.
I'll see your "wardrobe malfunction" and raise you a completely unrelated, yet awesome shirt. I kind of want it.
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# Posted by Rachel on 8:16 AM
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Dan just sent me this link. Heh. Thank you, Justin'n'Janet.
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# Posted by Becky on 3:47 AM
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