This morning the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame announced their seventeen nominees for 2022’s Hall of Fame induction. The shortlist includes Dolly Parton, Eminem, Lionel Richie, Dionne Warwick, Pat Benatar, Duran Duran, and Kate Bush. Sounds like a fantastic hypothetical dinner party. If anybody got too big for their britches (Simon Le Bon), Dionne would tear them a new asshole. Then she’d order Kate Bush to ease the tension by dancing. And Kate totally would (Babooshka-stylez), because nobody says no to Dionne. Continue reading
That’s right, ten. Beck officially leaves his 15-year marriage to Marissa Ribisi with the shirt on his back, all the expensive bespoke shirts in his closet, millions of dollars, a car, and ten properties. And Marissa gets some stuff too. But they did have a lot to settle. Like who would get all the Banksys?! Yes, that’s Banksys plural. The biggest item I got in a break-up was an old Hoover.
Time to dust off Odelay and have ourselves a good old fashioned Scientology Schadenfreude dance party! According to The Hollywood Reporter, Beck has officially denounced L. Ron Hubbard as his overlord and savior and declared himself an SP (that stands for smart person) by unequivocally stating he is not a Scientologist. I can hear Leah Remini cackling with glee from here.
If John Travolta and Kelly Preston are the Kate and William of Scientology’s royal couples, then Beck and Marissa Ribisi are the Meghan and Harry. But as Prince Charles proved (or Tom Cruise in this scenario), there’s no actual law prohibiting a royal divorce. Lifelong Scientologists Beck and Marissa (both were raised by believers), are proving once and for all, that all is possible Under His Eye (L.Ron’s eye in this scenario). Quick, somebody needs to run tell Jenna Elfman that just because you’re a dyed in the wool Scientologist, it doesn’t mean you have to spend an earth eternity living in miserable marriage in the name of Going Clear.
The Grammys red carpet always looks like an intergalactic space orgy sprinkled with a bunch of random rappers who just rolled out of bed with barely enough time to grab their grill from the bedside table thrown in for good measure. Every year, it’s a mess. Plus you’ve always got legitimate superstars mixed in with a whole lot whosits and whateverhappenedtos. This year’s Grammy red carpet was no exception. I’m trying to sift through some of these looks, and honestly don’t know where to begin.
Many of us would probably rather sit through an audit by the IRS while wearing Crocs than sit at a party hosted by gross slug Tyga, but not Paul McCartney, Beck and Taylor Hawkins from Foo Fighters. Tyga hosted a Grammys after-party last night at the Argyle and Paul, Beck and Taylor apparently tried to get in but were denied by the door people. When Paul and company were turned away, he joked, “How VIP do we gotta get?” and “We need another hit, guys!”
I don’t know if it’s embarrassing or a compliment to get denied from that salamander douche’s party. I’ll go with the latter. You’re probably wondering why would Paul want to go to that salamander douches party. I came up with 3 reasons:
1. Paul is a down-low Scientologist and he and Beck were trying to steal Tyga away from that “other” cult (the Kardashians).
2. Paul is losing it.
3. Paul was confused and thought that “Tyga” is short for “La Tigresa del Oriente” and who wouldn’t want to go to La Tigresa del Oriente’s party?
But apparently, none of those reasons are right. The Argyle tells TMZ that Paul got shit mixed up and was trying to go to Mark Ronson’s party at Hyde. When he figured out he was at the wrong club, he left. Even though the video shows them getting turned away, the Argyle claims they would’ve let them in if they wanted in.
Here’s the sad, sad scene brought to you by TMZ:
It does make sense that Paul was turned away from Tyga’s party. I mean, to get into a party hosted by Tyga, you either have to be a teenage girl or you have to BYOTDTPOTANR (Bring Your Own Teenage Daughter To Pimp Out To A Nobody Rapper).