In what can only been seen as an effort to work with someone even less-talented than Yoko Ono, Wayne Coyne and the Flaming Lips were in Nashville over the weekend recording some music with Ke$ha. We know this because Wayne Coyne sent out several tweets about it.
One item he tweeted was this close-up video he took of Ke$ha singing in the studio. The video kind of looks like a scene from Cloverfield, but instead of just hearing the monster you get to see it. Plus, when the monster begins to shriek, Wayne wisely bypasses the helicopter for the safety of a sound room with autotune technology.
Wayne also tweeted “Yep… recording with Ke$$$$$$$$$ha!!!” With the tweet, he included the following pic of cocaine on a mirror just waiting to be snorted:
Jerry Adams, a longtime Oklahoma City news anchor and commercial pitchman, has passed away after a battle with cancer. He was 74 years old.
In case you’re new to town or too young to remember him, Adams was a staple in the Oklahoma City media for two decades. Adams worked for all three local news channels, and after leaving the news business in the 1990s, embarked on a career as a commercial pitchman. He fell out of the public eye in 1996 after pleading guilty to possession of methamphetamine with intent to distribute
My favorite memory about Jerry Adams was when he did the car dealership commercials in the 1990s. In the spots, cars would line up single file and slowly roll by Adams as he spoke about their prices and features. In one commercial, a car “allegedly” ran over Adams’ foot. He even vocally cried out “They just ran over my foot!” In the commercials that followed, Adams wore a large cast on his leg and would yell at the drivers to “watch out for my foot” as they drove past him. I’m not sure if the whole thing was an act or not, but if it was, I guess it worked pretty well.
Anyway, our thoughts and condolences go out to Jerry’s family and friends. He had his ups and downs, but from all accounts was good guy. After the jump are some old news intros from the 1980s when Jerry worked for Channel 4 and Channel 5:
What’s up, readers? Things are happening this weekend and I’ve made it my business to tell you. Last night as I was seeking some off-the-record legal counsel from Brittany Novotny, she told me that there was an improv show going down at the Ghostlight Theatre Club but I couldn’t find it on the internet. And I’m dreadfully out of the proverbial loop for a person who writes about things that are happening. But you guys love me anyway, right? …Right?
Anyway, here’s your Friday Night in the Big Town.
Maybe I’m the only one, but I think Christina Ricci was born to play Wednesday Addams. When she grew up, it was all downhill. And I’ll be honest, I confuse her with Rose McGowan on occasion. I just have to remember that Ricci has a fivehead and a slight case of encephalitis. Which, now that I think about it, are great qualities for a weird gothicy, morbid character. See what I mean about born to play that role?
Well, apparently there is a musical version of The Addams Family. I’m also willing to bet that there are all sorts of snaps, organs, and minor chords in the score. I can’t say I know what the plot is, but I’m willing to bet the Addams family comes into conflict with some so-called normal folks and hilarity ensues. Or at least I’m pretty sure that’s what’s going to happen since that was the plot line for the majority of the shows and movies.
Garth Brooks is a successful guy. He’s been nominated for 14 Grammys, had 18 number one hits and has sold over 69,000,000 albums. He has a popular Vegas show, has been invited to MLB spring training and even created a shitty alter ego named Chris Gains.
He’s also rich. According to celebrity net worth, Garth is worth $325-million dollars. That’s enough money to buy The Lost Ogle and The Pioneer Woman. He owns a cowboy super ranch outside of Owasso, about 87% of Nashville and probably a horse or two. According to Clark Matthews, he even has a secret lab dedicated to creating a unicorn.
Anyway, Garth Brooks is also an asshole. He’s suing a hospital for $500,000. Via the AP:
Okie fan fiction is what happens when Marisa is supposed to write a post, but wasn’t assigned a topic. She’s great at following directions, but when you leave her alone, she imagines that the world of Oklahoma media and politics is a world of intrigue, where only she can bring justice.
The evening started out normal enough. I was just hitting that second beer buzz on the third floor of McNellie’s when they approached me. At first I pretended not to notice. Perhaps they had come for someone else. But as they got closer, I knew they could be looking for no one else.
“What’s up, Marisa?” Emily Sutton asked, sitting next to me. She stared straight ahead at all sixty glorious tap handles.
She asked the bartender for two Leinenkugel Sunset Wheats. That’s when Joleen Chaney sat on my other side. I thought about making a comment about how they were drinking girlie beers, but decided against it. I knew why they had found me, and I knew it would be better if I made it easier on myself. And besides, after I finished my COOP F5, I fully intended to have a Leinie myself.
I took another swig. “What’s up?”
They didn’t look away from the taps. I guess we all may have been being so nonchalant that it would’ve appeared strange to outsiders. What group of women at a bar don’t look at each other and animatedly speak and gesture? But then, I suppose we all knew what was coming. This wasn’t some joyful reunion of friends. This was business.
He had called in to collect on that favor. They had been sent to get me.
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