10 things about Oscar

1. If the girls of Dallas Buyers Club deserved an Oscar for their hair and make-up why didn’t they do something about Jared Leto’s hair?  I know he’s a rocker, but clean hair never killed anyone.

2. Ellen was great in the beginning but ended up becoming filler entertainment as the night progressed.  I get it, the show needs to be three hours.

3. Amy Adams is hot.  So is Angelina Jolie. Nuff said. Continue reading


I really like Train, maybe love would be a better word, but not in a “want to have their babies, kind of way”.  Do I think that California 37 is one of the greatest albums released in 2012, naturally. If you are pondering as to the reason why; then please head over to my Stupid Question page and post your question there.

However, this post is not an album review it’s a celebration of people who don’t take themselves to seriously and Train could be the poster child.  (I am not famous, otherwise it could have been me.)

Just listening to “50 ways to say goodbye” with the incredible hook and hilarious lyrics, will enforce the level of genius from the band.  The awesome “You can finally meet my mom” is a perfect homage to people who has left us and “This could by my year” a celebration of life.  Then add to the mix the hits, “Drive by”, “Bruises” and another unknown jewel “Sing together” and you have a soundtrack for eternity.

But what really impress me about Train is the fact that they can joke with themselves, as is evident in the music video for 50 ways.  And. I. love. that.  They know who they are, they know how they got there, they know who keeps them there, and they seem to understand how frivolous the industry is.

They are obviously not the only real people in a very plastic industry.  Another singer who screams “I will do my own thing,  f#ck you very much” is P!nk.  She is so unique with tongue-in-cheek social commentary on most of her songs.  Expanding my list to other celebrities, Sandra Bullock, Julia Roberts, Meryl Streep, David Hasselhof (watch his roast!), Quintin Tarrantino, John Malkovich, Matt Damon, Jennifer Lawrence, Ellen and Jim Carrey.

These people seem to have an air of easiness around them.  They know who they are and they seem comfortable in their skin.  It may be an act…but leave me in my bubble of thinking that these people are only doing a job they love, a job that pay millions and get them on magazine covers, but a job nonetheless.  These guys accept the reality which implies that doesn’t matter who you are, we all eat, sleep and wipe ourselves after #2.

I don’t get the “I’m better than the next guy” vibe from them.  On the opposite side of the scale, tipping heavily would be the Diva’s.  Those deuchebags and airheads who wants to only drink fountain water from the Himalaya’s filtered through sand from some small island in the middle of nowhere.  And this group is not only limited to celebrities.  We all know them, we have them scattered throughout our community.  Those who think there purpose on earth is to be worshipped by us, the lesser human.  They probably have someone who wipe them constantly, as they are so full of sh#t.

If I start listing names of those I think belongs on this list, I will probably end up using all of my free space allocated by WordPress. (and get sued in the process!)  It’s easier to just go back to Train.

Their music makes my heart smile.  Isn’t that what music is supposed to do?  Music is powerful, but it’s even more powerful when the person making the music is not a duechebag or a freak or an airhead or a dick.  The aura of a song is only a reflection of the person who is singing the song.  It is not the voice, it is the essence that is captured in the music.

If you’re an asshole, doesn’t matter how well the song is written, I just can’t get myself to like the song.  I have a mental block, a build-in fortress, preventing my brain from enjoying the music.  I cannot get myself to be open-minded enough to separate the artist from the material.  Take note Lady Gaga and Chris Brown and Kanye West.

Or is it just me?