Yeah! Take This, Brits!

One of my most favorite tweets ever...

James Franco Adds "Tweeter" to Resume

And suddenly all is right in the world.

It's the one thing James Franco wasn't doing. With all that Oscar hosting and soap opera starring and short story writing and arm sawing, one can understand why he didn't have time to enlighten us with his 140 character-length thoughts. Alas, he has fit the Twitter-verse into his hectic schedule! Thanks, James!

For whatever reason, he mostly posts pictures and random videos and to be honest, I don't frequently have the patience to wait for these links to open on my iphone 3GS. Luckily, I chose to open one of his many URL's, maybe because it was accompanied by the caption "cat nap". Regardless, it took my breath away...

Marry me, Mr. Franco?



I just want to be in this picture!

End Your Winter On a Folk Note

Who woulda thunk it? I discovered my new favorite band while watching The Grammy's. I'm usually on top of things like this and well aware of such things before The Grammy's. Despite my apparent slacking, I am in love with this band and their most recent and first major label album, I and Love and You, released September 2009. I know, I know, I'm waaaaay behind on this.

If you haven't listened, I suggest you do so. Their sweet folksy tracks will warm your heart and soul as winter 2011 comes to an end. Watch the video for the title track below and fall in love with their brotherly harmonies and charming lyrics as you sing along with the chorus: "Ah, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, take me in..."

I wants on them froggy lips, too

I wish we could all be as bold as Santana. Say it how it is, girlfriends! You want something? Good. GO GET IT. This week, the mostly bitchy cheerleader told Sam (and his gorgeous lips) the following:

"I wants on them froggy lips and I want on them NOW."

And just like that, she got him. She stole him from his silly girlfriend and made him hers. BOOM! Wish I had the guts to say what I want to say. She may be a bee-yotch, but I admire Santana and always will.

10 Reasons I Shouldn't See the Justin Bieber Documentary

1. My best friend's boyfriend said he won't let her hang out with my anymore if I see it.
2. My pride.
3. My pride.
4. My pride.
5. My pride.
6. My pride.
7. My pride.
8. My pride..
9. My pride.

10. My pride.

My curiosity is getting the best of me. The curiosity of my friends isn't helping, either. Last week's Glee, featuring music by Bieber, (Glee-ber?) didn't do me any good. Watching his performance at the Grammy's? He's friends with Jaden Smith? Those hoodies? That hair? He's a phenomenon and I'd like to learn how it all started. Plus, the film received mostly positive reviews. As of right now, I'm doing brunch and then Bieber (possibly in 3-D) next Sunday before the Oscars. Appropriate? I think so. There goes my pride.

Nobody show this to Samantha's boyfriend please.

Troy and Abed, Be Mine?

http://www.iamdonald.com

Hey, I made you a mixtape: 2/14

When I think of Valentine's Day, I think of this:

So sue me.

In honor of the above scene and the aching of the heart that I'm currently suffering, I decided to express myself in a mixtape. To top it off, I've uploaded each of the songs to one of my favorite websites: 8tracks.com The site is a collection of thousands of homemade mixtapes - one of my most favorite things in the world - that you can listen to free of charge. My Valentine's Day mix for you is the official first uploaded mix by yours truly.

I know this is a holiday that doesn't count, created by Hallmark, designed to mostly make people feel like crap. It's silly and overrated and if anyone ever gives me a balloon on Valentines day, I'll pop it immediately. Flowers? Love 'em. Chocolates? I'll take it. But a freakin' balloon that says "Be Mine"? POP!

Everybody's (no? He's just mine?) favorite blue-eyed former LOST hunk, current villain vampire tweeted it best this morning. He said "Happy VD everyone! A corporate holiday nonetheless a conspiracy of florists and chocolatiers, but a great excuse to show love. So just hug someone!" (NOTE: If Ian Somerhalder bought me a Valentines Day balloon, I would NOT pop it.) You don't have to like the day, but there's nothing wrong with spreading a little love.

There's about 5 hours left of February 14, 2011. I'm still no ones valentine. Be mine...?

While you're contemplating the offer, click on the mixtape below for a valentine from me to you...

Brett Lowenstern Advances on 'Idol'

Maybe it's the hair. Maybe it's his song choice. Maybe it's how shocked I get every time he opens his mouth and sings. It's so unexpected!

Whatever the reason, Brett Lowenstern and his fiery mane really appeal to me. I think he's my favorite contestant so far.

Hollywood auditions started this week and Brett, though blatantly deathly nervous, nailed it. See his stellar performance of "Let it Be" here:

New Tune from Fleet Foxes or Simon & Garfunkel?

Yeah, I'm tongue tied and dizzy

and I can't keep it to myself

What good is it to sing helplessness blues?

Why should I wait for anyone else?

Fleet Foxes, "Helplessness Blues"

Thoughts? In case you're wondering, I'm in love and highly anticipating the May release of the full album. To hold yourself over until then, click below to download "Helplessness Blues" at RCRD LBL for free!

Put Your Paws Up,

Happy "Born This Way" Day!

At 6 AM today, the latest GaGa masterpiece hit radio station's nationwide. And thus, I am a happy, happy, happy little monster. Gosh, I've been waiting for this. Take a listen, then play it again and again and again, throw your paws up and dance!

Lady Gaga - Born This Way (Radio Version) by AnimalMon

Happy Valentines Day! Love, The Warblers

Ironically, this could be the reason I don't have a valentine this year. My love for Glee grows with every new performance by the goddamn Dalton Academy Warblers. Ugh.

I HATE how much I love this. The Warblers, (though undeniably creepy), continuously prove to be an excellent addition to Glee with each new episode. In this week's Valentines themed show, they offered a rendition of Sir Paul McCartney's "Silly Love Songs" (which sort of made up for the absence of Sue Sylvester).

Of course they sang this song. Oh, how these boys know the key to my heart...



You heard them: love isn't silly at all. So I'll continue loving The Warblers until they give me reason not to.

The White Stripes Broke Up

I got a letter this morning,
What do you reckon it read?
It said the (band) you love is dead.

Jack and Meg have announced the end of The White Stripes.  An official statement reads: "It is for a myriad of reasons, but mostly to preserve what is beautiful and special about the band and have it stay that way." Because of this, I'm ok with the decision. I can accept the ending.

Regardless, I'm in mourning. From now 'til the "Born This Way" release on Friday, I'll listen to nothing but the Stripes. I'll strut to the beat of Meg White's drumsticks, sashay to the wailing of Jack's guitar as I live my New York City life.

In Memorium:

Attention Monsters: Born This Way Update

She moved the single release date up to THIS FRIDAY.

FRIDAY CAN'T COME SOON ENOUGH!

As if we haven't been teased and tormented enough with all the hype surrounding this single, look at THIS (released earlier today):

The Warblers Can't Pay My Automo' Bills

How many times did I listen to Glee's fantastical version of the classic Destiny's Child ditty "Bills, Bills, Bills" today? I lost track after 16.

Keep in mind this was a back to back to back (x16) listen. As if that's not embarrassingly bad enough, I PAID to download The Warblers' version via iTunes on my iPhone while suffering through my morning at work. Despite my affection for all things pop culture-y, paying for music is unfortunately not my forte. It's too expensive and far too simple to share and illegally download. I know, I know. Arrest me!

The song only cost $1.29 and it was totally worth it. My coworker bff was listening to it on his iPod next to me (and singing along and dancing in his chair and creating quite a ruckus amongst our side of the office) and I was so jealous, I couldn't stand it. My purchase turned out to be the highlight of my day week. Not only have I mastered the lyrics to this oldie but goodie, but I've realized my new pet peeve: "triflin', good for nothin' type of brothas." Silly me, why haven't I found another? Sorry! Arrest me!

As much as I enjoyed this cover, as I did The Warblers' take on Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream" (the fastest selling Glee song EVER), there's something fishy about these boys. Agreed? Why are they so nice? Their charm upsets my stomach. All that smiling and positivity? Bull shit, I say!

Kurt needs to make a run for it asap. I know he's got the hots for Blaine (and who doesn't?), but I've got a feeling Blaine is a triflin, good for nothin' type of brotha. Run back to McKinley, Kurt! Run!

I'd love to hear your opinion. Think The Warblers are as creepy as I do? Share your thoughts in the comment section below! But first, watch and admire this performance, despite the creepiness of those red-trimmed jacket-wearing boys:

All the Cool Girls Cover Loretta Lynn

If you're young and cool and a leading lady in a band these days, you're likely paying tribute to country queen Loretta Lynn on tour.

Over the summer I witnessed Paramore's Josh and Hayley cover "You Ain't Woman Enough (To Take My Man)". To my surprise and enjoyment, Best Coast decided to mimic the honor, belting out a cover of  Lynn's "Fist City" yesterday at their New York show. Both renditions were equally charming and ironically fitting for the band borrowing her lyrics. I'm into it. Ladies, note to selves: in regards to Hayley and Best Coast's Bethany, don't get in their way and don't even think about touching their men.

Check out the performances here:

Maybe I'm just crazy, crazy for you baby

Some may say Best Coast's leading lady, Bethany Cosentino, has no pride the way she brutally confesses her undying love for some guy who just doesn't feel the same. Track after track on the band's debut album, (appropriately titled) Crazy For You, Bethany holds nothing back, admitting she spends her days and nights wasting away, pining over him. It's borderline whiny, obnoxious and almost embarrassing.


Others might argue that this blatant outpouring of emotion proves that she's got a lot of courage. That kind of honesty takes a lot of guts. So does being so persistent. Good for her, I guess, knowing what she wants, right? Or maybe she should move on, find someone who feels the same. But, hey. What do I know?


Bottom line is Best Coast's lyrics are fun and sweet, accompanied by plenty of oohs and aahs in all the right places. Crazy For You is a breezy bash of surfer rock that The Beach Boys would likely enjoy. I myself am a fan of the this band's ease and simplicity and the painful desire for summer that erupts in me as I sing along. I also appreciate the relate-ability of pathetic Bethany's words...


The sun was out, I thought I was fine, 
But then you slipped into my mind.


Cute, right?


What killllllssssss me about Bethany is she's so convinced that she and this guy are perfect for each other and that they should undoubtably be together. She makes it sound like him accepting her love and fulfilling all her hoping and wishing and dreaming is the simplest thing in the world. I love that. I also despise that. I hate it because while listening to her, all I think is, damn she sounds like me. The worst lines pop up at the end of 'Each and Every Day', my favorite track thus far:


Every day I wake up and I thank the stars above,
For sending me a man who I can really love,
If only I could convince you to feel the same way,
We could be so very happy each and every day, each and every day, each and every day.


PATHETIC. Bethany, that's not love! How could you truly love him, knowing he doesn't love you? I need to stop this rant before it goes any further. I could continue for days. Instead, I'll provide you with two of Best Coast's official music videos. They're fun and adorable. One's directed by cats. The other features the king of the golden arches.

Perhaps I'll get the chance to discuss my issues with Best Coast's boy troubles when I see them tomorrow night at Webster Hall. Ha!