Prince's "Let's Go Crazy" by INCUBUS, Bitches!!

Now THAT'S what I'm talkin' 'bout.

Incubus with the Roots performing Prince's classic "Let's Go Crazy" on last night's Stupid Jimmy Fallon show. (I only DVR'd it because of Incubus...so don't hate.)

Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett on Separate Vanity Fair Covers for September Issue

Fallen King

I'm really interested in reading both of these articles and will assuredly buy both issues. Will you? I'd love to hear your views. Here are excerpts from both issues:

via The Huffington Post and Vanity Fair Magazine:

"Before his onstage crotch grabbing, his plastic surgeries, his rumored addictions, and, at the lowest point, his child-molestation accusations, Michael Jackson was known for his talent, not his troubles. And for years, Vanity Fair’s Lisa Robinson followed his career, getting to know a singer she describes as “one of the most talented, adorable, enthusiastic, sweet, ebullient performers I’d ever interviewed.”

In her article “The Boy Who Would Be King,” one of two cover stories in the September 2009 issue (to read about the other one, on Farrah Fawcett, click here), Robinson recounts numerous interviews with Jackson, beginning with their first meeting at his family’s home in Encino, California, in 1972, when Michael was 14.

L.R.: So what do you like to do in your spare time?
M.J.: Swim … play pool … We don’t go much out of the gate because we have [everything] here. When we lived in the other house, we would go to the park to play basketball, but now we have it here.

(Michael asks me more questions than I ask him; there are discussions about my maroon nail polish, buying antiques on Portobello Road, the Apollo Theater, Madison Square Garden.)

L.R.: Do you ever get scared onstage?
M.J.: No. If you know what you’re doing, you’re not scared onstage.

In the ensuing years, Jackson would take control of his career to a degree readers may find surprising. Even more surprising, perhaps, was his declaration in 1984 that the original mix of Thriller, his hit 1982 album, had “sounded like crap.”

L.R.: What?
M.J.: Oh, it was terrible. And I cried at the listening party. I said, “I’m sorry—we can’t release this.” I called a meeting with Quincy [Jones], and everybody at the [record] company was screaming that we had to have it out and there was a deadline, and I said, “I’m sorry, I’m not releasing it.” I said, “It’s terrible.” So we re-did a mix a day. Like a mix a day. And we rested two days, then we did a mixing. We were overworked, but it all came out O.K." Yeah. You could say "Thriller" came "out O.K." Wow.

Fallen Angel

"For “Beautiful People, Ugly Choices”—one of two cover stories in Vanity Fair’s September 2009 issue (to preview the Michael Jackson cover story, click here)—Bennetts also spoke to dozens of Fawcett’s associates and intimates, from actor George Hamilton and agent Sue Mengers to Fawcett’s best friend, Alana Stewart, and O’Neal’s children Tatum and Griffin. The result is a definitive portrait of Fawcett’s meteoric rise, turbulent second act, and tragic final chapter.

The truth was that Fawcett had always been more complicated than the clichés, the realities of her life far darker than the sunny image she projected. The gap between her public image and private reality was wide: “I’m always more comfortable when I have on hardly any make-up, my hair is brown and I’m very unattractive,” she said.

The work that brought her solace in later years was a love of art that had nothing to do with fame, a private passion that inspired her to sculpt female nudes with an obsessiveness that seemed like an attempt to understand the world’s fascination with her own body. The documentary [Farrah’s World] that became her last appearance violated every rule of Hollywood image-making; no other star had ever exposed herself to a viewing audience while moaning in pain, vomiting, and losing her famous hair to chemotherapy. But Fawcett’s final triumph was to integrate the public and the private at long last, imbuing her death with a larger meaning and finding redemption in baring her head along with her soul.

"While it’s clear that O’Neal is no angel, he’s at least willing to cop to his own flaws. At one point, he describes himself as “a hopeless father” and offers as evidence this anecdote from Fawcett’s funeral:"

"I had just put the casket in the hearse and I was watching it drive away when a beautiful blonde woman comes up and embraces me," Ryan told me. "I said to her, 'You have a drink on you? You have a car?' She said, 'Daddy, it's me--Tatum!' I was just trying to be funny with a strange Swedish woman, and it's my daughter. It's so sick."

"That's our relationship in a nutshell," Tatum said when I asked her about it. "You make of it what you will." She sighed. "It had been a few years since we'd seen each other, and he was always a ladies' man, a bon vivant."

I'm so happy I haven't eaten yet today. I did dry-heave a couple of times just picturing that event in my head, FYI, so now you have everything in your head, don't you? My job is done.

Lindsay Lohan in British Elle - A Lesson in Photoshop 101

...and Lindsay is on the cover, why?

Lindsay's favorite pose: Finger in mouth.
Freudian much?

We GET it. We all know what
you can do with your mouth, hon.

Jeez. Here's my 8000th post this month featuring Lindsay Lohan. Sorry. But I saw these pictures from the latest edition of British Elle and had to show ya'll. This is the shoot in London wherein she chased Sam around, was accused (?) of stealing many of the jewels that were to be featured in her spread...nice choice of words, eh?

ANYmediawhore. I saw a video of this strange photoshoot. Girlfriend looked haggard. Thank the LAWD for Photoshop. Suddenly, Lindsay is completely void of all sagging eyelids, ciggie tracks on her mouth and dark undereye circles.

I want Photoshop performed on me before I leave the house, starting tomorrow...who's with me?

Crazy Naomi Campbell is at it again--Zahara, take note!

Ya'll better sit DOWN.
Miss Campbell will cut you.

Mmmmmhmmm. Watch it.

Babygirl has got the side-eye PERFECTED.

That photo of Zahara Jolie-Pitt makes me belly laugh every time I see it. Check that side-eye OUT, ya'll. Let's see...it'll be about 12 years or so and if we're lucky, we'll be hearing about Z smacking up some photographer. Or housekeeper. Or flight attendant.

So here's Naomi's latest bitch-slap:

"...Campbell allegedly slapped Italian photographer Gaetano Di Giovanni, clocked him with her purse and swiped at his left eye with her nails!!

Giovanni recalled the story of the supermodel attacking him on the island of Lipari to an Italian newspaper.

Says the photog: "First she hit with her bag, screaming at me and then she tried to slap me. I managed to avoid her – but her nails still got my eye. For a few seconds I could not see a thing. I could hear that her bodyguards and her boyfriend were trying to drag her away."

He claims Campbell's attack landed him in the hospital with scratches and bruises." Oh, gurrrrrl. And I mean the photographer.

Just wait, ya'll. I guaran-effing-tee it. Zahara's the Queen Bitch in Training.

And I'm LOVING it.

Katy Perry looks really great in a bikini, I must say.

Nice rack.

Nice bum.

Here's my favorite (eyeroll) novelty act, Katy Perry in Miami this weekend at some pool party. I gotta tell ya, she looks really, really good in a bikini. Nice tiny waist, perfect boobies and a great ass.

I'm perfectly fine saying this about a woman. I guess I could have been less crass about the description, but we were all thinking the same thing, so why be all dainty about it?

Today's Blind Item - The "this will make you dry-heave" Edition!

"This actor has some interesting grooming habits. Every Sunday, he methodically clips his fingernails and toenails. He then plucks his eyebrows and clips his nose hair. Here's the really weird part: He collects the castoffs, and keeps them in a box with four small compartments, one for each type of remnant." [Blind Gossip]

I have no idea on this one...unless Leo DiCaprio decided to take on some of Howard Hughes' eccentricities? Nevertheirrigardless (heh) it's NAST.

Lindsay dipped her head in Clorox and got a jobby-job.

Cokehead Barbie got a job!

Ugh. Robert Rodriguez has apparently hired Lindsay to ruin his new movie (based on a fake trailer shown during "Grindhouse") called "Machete". The movie stars Danny Trejo (who is in every single Rodriguez movie), and Michelle (fired from "Lost" chick, alledged lesbian and DUI enthusiast) Rodriguez. Oh dear Lord, this movie is circling the drain before filming has even begun in Austin, Texas in two weeks.

I cannot wait for the cocaine to hit the fan, ya'll.

Joel and Lisa can consider this a wedding present. You're welcome, Lovies. I know how you two love the Lindsay Lohan posts. xoxo ~j