Cleaning up the mess when the bubble bursts
This is probably going to be the first of quite a few Macklemore-centric posts coming down the pipe, since they just took home four awards at last night’s Grammys. I’m pretty sure the next one will be more affirmative for them, so bare with me if you are a fan of the pop-rap superstar (and
Let’s just set the stage: American Idol hasn’t been relevant for five years. Phillip Phillips withstanding, the thirteen year-old reality competition hasn’t presented a true pop star since Adam Lambert, and he didn’t even win. Worse still, the judge’s panel has been an utter mess since they added Kara DioGuardi as the unnecessary and unwanted fourth judge
Last night, I had the pleasure of attending the final show of Disclosure’s three-night stay at Terminal 5 in New York. It pretty much goes without saying that it was an unforgettable night, for so many reasons. One of them being a surprise guest performer, the one and only Mary J. Blige. So, here’s how
Last night, after an insane half-week at work, I finally sat down to watch the season premiere of Girls, the hit HBO show written by the newly crowned by Vogue “Queen of Comedy” Lena Dunham. I had discovered Girls last year just as the second season was premiering. Thanks to the genius product that is HBO GO,
ATTENTION: If you have NOT seen the third episode of season four of Downton Abbey, you may want to skip this post, because there will be EXTREME SPOILERS.
