I frosted my tips, rhinestone’d my tees, and got legitimately upset when the popular vote of TRL got the number one spot wrong by giving a NuMetal act the top prize–cue that blockhead Carson Daly quipping about doing it all for the Nookie. I used to be boy band as fuck–thanks to my high school girlfriend loving that shit and me not really having the self-esteem to have opinions/tastes of my own.
I was #TeamJC before the hashtag “Team(InsertTweenDemiGodHere)” was a thing. In an effort to seem cooler than I was, I adopted a third-fiddle vocal group 98 Degrees as my favorite, but if we’re real talking here, I was an *NSYNC frontrunner like the lot of us. JT’s baby blues bling’d brighter than dhose bedazzled bandanas emirite? Read More…
’Tis the season to be inundated with meaningful lists that arbitrarily come at year’s end (even though Austin’s Homecoming King Matthew McConaughey’s characters in True Detective and Interstellar would have you believe time is merely a trite construct, flat circle, black hole or something).
Instead of doing a drab and dull “Best Live Performance”(how can one plausibly get this one right?) or “Best New Artist” (trite and almost insulting to the artist named, which discounts their years of toil to find their voice), let’s have fun with this.” To read more, click this Tour Worthy hyperlink.