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aruanHated Joan Rivers a whole thirty seconds after she opened her mouth, and that was even before half the comments.
Nelly is one snazz-y dresser, even if it was probably a slew of other people who made it happen. Brought down the house later in high style, too. Work It, boiy.
Nothing but love for JC's hair, his lovely bright pink jacket lining, and the return of the chin stripe facial hair, which somehow manages to look the hotness this time around.
Lance is a sexy, sexy man and he should emcee on behalf of the group a whole lot more often. In that same voice with which he said, "Why, thanks." I never, ever wished harder for smell-o-vision than when Joan commented on their fabulous eau de blissful togetherness.
Simon and Garfunkel's performance of The Sound of Silence was subduedly beautiful. Congratulations to them on a lifetime of musical achievement.
Chris, at least, is probably not upset about losing the Best Pop Collaboration award to No Doubt after seeing that performance by Gwen and the boys. Thigh-high leather boots, aerial rope poledancing, and no one in that audience loved it more. All for you, baby.
Heh, Justin dirrty, dirrty pop Timberlake and Kylie Minogue presenting together. Because they didn't make enough of a splash on one side of the pond, right? I continue to remain amused by the fact that his grabbing her ass made all the English tabloid front pages the next day.
Yo-Yo Ma is always a joy.
I can't believe no one's thought to put Kim Catrall and P.Diddy together before. The banter and dichotomy are Rice Krispies quality.
Big fat congratulations to John Mayer. Your Body Is A Wonderland is a great song, and with the unofficial fanon dedication, one that makes me smile extra wide every time I hear it.
Eminem's macho act works for purposes of his music. But get him talking and he's remarkably sincere, mild-mannered, and how fucking cool that he thanked the people who inspired him. Rock on, man.
The New York Philharmonic gave an arresting show of the West Side Story suite. Who needs vocalists with instrumentation at the hands of players like that?
The Performance. No, it wasn't everything that they're capable of, but I'm simply electrified, still in the clouds nonetheless. It was beautiful, and seeing them all together like that, knowing everything that's come between the last time they stood as a group, and none of the magic having faded was just tearfully joyous. Watching this sort of thing on tape, and I've by now seen countless award shows, performances, appearances and promotional interviews, is one thing, but to see it all in real time, to have it happening in the here and now, is just so.damn.cool. I've never seen these boys perform together, so this was a blissful moment in many ways. The house on its feet. The brothers Gibb congratulating them so generously. It was meaningful, heartfelt, and inspiring, and I thank the organizers for involving them in this special honor.
In other news, I am judiciously ignoring the ring on Lance's wrong finger, as well as JC's electric green shirt. Just when there's nothing keeping that boy from flaming any brighter, he goes and sets the speculation straight again, as it were.
Nelly is one snazz-y dresser, even if it was probably a slew of other people who made it happen. Brought down the house later in high style, too. Work It, boiy.
Nothing but love for JC's hair, his lovely bright pink jacket lining, and the return of the chin stripe facial hair, which somehow manages to look the hotness this time around.
Lance is a sexy, sexy man and he should emcee on behalf of the group a whole lot more often. In that same voice with which he said, "Why, thanks." I never, ever wished harder for smell-o-vision than when Joan commented on their fabulous eau de blissful togetherness.
Simon and Garfunkel's performance of The Sound of Silence was subduedly beautiful. Congratulations to them on a lifetime of musical achievement.
Chris, at least, is probably not upset about losing the Best Pop Collaboration award to No Doubt after seeing that performance by Gwen and the boys. Thigh-high leather boots, aerial rope poledancing, and no one in that audience loved it more. All for you, baby.
Heh, Justin dirrty, dirrty pop Timberlake and Kylie Minogue presenting together. Because they didn't make enough of a splash on one side of the pond, right? I continue to remain amused by the fact that his grabbing her ass made all the English tabloid front pages the next day.
Yo-Yo Ma is always a joy.
I can't believe no one's thought to put Kim Catrall and P.Diddy together before. The banter and dichotomy are Rice Krispies quality.
Big fat congratulations to John Mayer. Your Body Is A Wonderland is a great song, and with the unofficial fanon dedication, one that makes me smile extra wide every time I hear it.
Eminem's macho act works for purposes of his music. But get him talking and he's remarkably sincere, mild-mannered, and how fucking cool that he thanked the people who inspired him. Rock on, man.
The New York Philharmonic gave an arresting show of the West Side Story suite. Who needs vocalists with instrumentation at the hands of players like that?
The Performance. No, it wasn't everything that they're capable of, but I'm simply electrified, still in the clouds nonetheless. It was beautiful, and seeing them all together like that, knowing everything that's come between the last time they stood as a group, and none of the magic having faded was just tearfully joyous. Watching this sort of thing on tape, and I've by now seen countless award shows, performances, appearances and promotional interviews, is one thing, but to see it all in real time, to have it happening in the here and now, is just so.damn.cool. I've never seen these boys perform together, so this was a blissful moment in many ways. The house on its feet. The brothers Gibb congratulating them so generously. It was meaningful, heartfelt, and inspiring, and I thank the organizers for involving them in this special honor.
In other news, I am judiciously ignoring the ring on Lance's wrong finger, as well as JC's electric green shirt. Just when there's nothing keeping that boy from flaming any brighter, he goes and sets the speculation straight again, as it were.
