The Video Music Awards have become a halfhearted, one-dimensional, and quite frankly inexplicable use of airtime, and in the post-TRL years have become about as relevant and vital as the music video itself.
There are moments in all parents' lives when they just can't figure out what to get their children and leaning on a big name retailer to pull a rabbit from a hat for them only adds to the frustration despite the helpful lists these retailers strive to provide.
Fast-forward to Fox News' recent decision to use the song to denigrate Pfc. Chelsea Manning. As with most attempts to do this, the media got the song completely wrong: The song is not mocking a man for looking like a lady; it's describing the sex appeal of a transgender woman.
When all these bells and whistles are used to gussy up what is essentially a mediocre song, you know there's something wrong. And the overweening thing wrong is that rock and roll is dead. It's had its run and now it's over.
It's more of a reward than an award, but still, it's one of the most fun, private parties in Hollywood. It's the BMI Pop Music Awards, held in May at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel; a venue that has served as the award's home for some time now.
Two weeks later I am still pinching myself, trying to believe what really happened. Everywhere I go people are saying: Was that really you up there on stage? How did you make it happen? You're the luckiest girl in the world!
New Orleans on Mardi Gras is like a kid hopped on Halloween candy. A good time is a guarantee, but is it worth it? Maybe not. Don't fret if you missed out on the Mardi Gras frenzy. Instead, plan a visit this spring for the equally exciting New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival
I quit smoking in February of this year, but after I watched the 2012 American Music Awards, I wanted to go buy a pack of cigarettes, rip the filters off, and smoke it like my Father is making me smoke the whole pack as punishment.