Friday, November 23, 2007

Red Carpet Massacre Love

As you may or may not have heard/seen/read lately, my boo boos have a new album out.

Duran Duran's Red Carpet Massacre was released a few weeks ago and if you haven't rushed out to buy it yet, I urge you to do so. And I'm not saying that because I'm biased or because I think Simon Le Bon won't be able to eat if you don't. I'm saying that because it's really good.

Sure, I didn't become a huge fan until the Medazzaland era, which might cause some to say my taste is questionable, and I don't quite hate Thank You as much as Q Magazine, but still, I'm not that biased. I can recognize that not everything Duran Duran puts out is pure gold.

But Red Carpet Massacre is truly a good album. I actually was lucky enough to hear it several months before its release and I loved it even back then in its very raw form. It's seeming to get mixed reviews within the Duranie community, but I think that has a lot to do with the presence of Justin Timberlake and Timbaland.

Some people just don't like change. Anyway, whatevs, I love it, and I think you should buy a copy.

Plus, maybe Simon is hungry. I don't know.

(hey, at least there was no "like the wolf" pun there).

Anyway, to promote the album's release, the boys did a 10-show run on Broadway at the Barrymore Theatre. Well... it supposed to be a 10 show run. It was going brilliantly, until it was cut short ("massacred", if you will) by the strike. I was lucky enough to attend one of the shows while it was still at the Barrymore, and it really was something to behold. One of the best Duran Duran shows I've ever been to.

It even had a seriously cute Broadway style playbill, complete with "Cast" bios and shit:
SIMON LEBON (Simon). Mr. LeBon made his theatre debut in the West End production of Tom Brown's School Days. He is thrilled to return to the stage in the Broadway production of Duran Duran's Red Carpet Massacre.
As a young child, LeBon's appearance as "the boy in the dirty shirt" in a TV commercial for Persil (powdered laundry detergent) left him with a profound sense of inferiority which, it has been hypothesized, provided the impetus which has spurred him on ever since.

(it goes on like that. Very cute.)

Unfortunately, I was about 6 inches from the speaker so the sound on my clips is not at all a fair representation of what the night was like, but I'm posting them anyway.

Last Chance on the Stairway

All She Wants Is

And let's face it -- if it's good enough for tiny billionaire Mary Kate Olsen, it should be good enough for you.

She was rocking out. So was the guy behind her. Didn't see him? Watch it again.

Can I just say, I know I've had my beef with MK in the past, but seeing her enjoying herself like that really made me kind of like her. Am I softening in my old age? Probably, but really, any fan of Duran Duran is a friend of mine.

Well, except the batshit crazy ones. (And there's no shortage of them, let me tell you.)

Anyway, Mary Kate was totally cute and kind of awesome and I don't think I'm going to mean to her anymore. She was totes smiling too. I hope her kidney's okay.

By the way, that was Donald Trump sitting in front of her. He was with Melania and Donald Jr., two rows behind me on the floor up until the intermission when they moved him up to the balcony. At the end of the show, his ass was standing up and swaying to the music, which kind of puts him in my good books now too. Oh plus he totally kept winking at me during intermission so yeah, he's totally cool. :-)

At first I thought it was Lydia Hearst with Mary Kate, but then it occurred to me that an heiress would totes not be rocking a Sass and Bide from '05.

So anyway, where the hell was I?

Ahh yes, the concert. It was phenomenal. Here's a clip of Ordinary World that will probably make your ears bleed because of that whole speaker proximity issue, but if you have a good imagination, you'll probably like it.

Me and Paul. I'm on the right.

So the following Saturday, after seeing Bon Jovi with Stacy, I went into the city to hang with Paul, Alan, Cell Phone Al, and even Dom. When I asked how that night's show went, that's when I found out about the strike. Total bummer -- and I didn't even have tickets for any of the remaining shows. I felt so bad for them!

To the management's credit, they spent the next two days BUSTING ASS to get the show rescheduled at the Roseland for Monday and Tuesday. Of course you had people complaining that it wasn't the same experience and that it was GA instead of assigned seats, but they offered a refund and hell... it wasn't their fault, so get over it.

Truth be told, it kind of ended up working out for me because up until then it had been a "no comps" tour and the larger venue allowed me to get my ass on the guest list so, well... yay. I was up in the city with Matt for the Ben Sherman sample sale anyway, so it worked out great. I knew he would love the show too, so off we went.

While we were greeting Paul outside (while he was waiting for Adrien Brody) we saw Heather Graham go in. How cute is she, by the way? And where the hell has she been?

So anyway, does anyone remember when I blogged about Genesis, and I was bitching about drunk people at concerts? Yeah... well, my bad. :-)

We don't know either.

To say I was a hot mess would be the understatement of the year. "Raging embarassment" would probably be more apropos. Matt was in a similar state, but probably not to the extent that I was. I was dancing my ASS off, though and it was like the best time EVER. Matt totally loved it too. I think we can now safely say that Skin Divers is "our song". I should use this time to publicly apologise to the guy whose beer I knocked out of his hand during "She's Too Much." I had every intention of buying you a new one when the song was over (it's my fave) but my drunken self had forgotten about 10 seconds later. The fact that my bag was on one side of the floor, my Sidekick on the other, and I was somewhere in between should have told you I was a lost cause. I'll get you next time. ;-)

So back to my original point, even if you missed out on the juicy goodness that was these shows, you can still be a part of the magic. Buy Red Carpet Massacre and you can pretend you were there. You won't regret it.

And if you do, at least you don't know where I live. :-)

Tuesday, November 06, 2007


About damn time, right?

In fairness, I've been waiting for someone *cough* KAT *cough* to send me all the additional pics. I didn't want to have two separate posts because I'm anal like that.

Anyway, onto Halloween '07!

As you may have guessed from previous years, I take Halloween very seriously. I don't like to waste an opportunity to dress/act like an idiot, and I don't skimp on the details. This year was no exception. In fact, I think this year's brilliance was all in the details.

I had originally thought I'd go as my girl Lily Allen (mostly because I have a dress that'd be perfect and I have similar cankles). However, after I met Matt and we quickly became 2 peas in a pod, I thought it might be fun to do some sort of duo thing.

No, not that.

We actually decided to go as David and Victoria Beckham. We'd thought of it a while back, but being the procrastinators we are, he was jersey-less and I was wig-less up until the final days before the weekend. I was pretty much crapping myself because I didn't have any other ideas. Plus I'd already bought the fabulous shoes. Nevermind that they were the only thing I bought.

Anyway, fate smiled upon us and we managed to find everything in the nick of time -- and I do mean everything:

Right down to the tattoos, hair color and lots and lots of bronzer.

Oh, and an obscene amount of padding and packaging tape. The funny thing is that mine still look more real than hers.

You can tell we were so enjoying being in character. At first, everyone had to remind me to not smile for photos, but soon I was so into it.

That hot mess in the back is Mikko, who was dressed as "white trash/euro trash".

He was working it hard.

Kat, who prefers to be on the other side of the camera, and Matt dressed as paparazzi. At first, Matt was that very special kind of paparazzo (the kind without a camera) but we hooked his ass up.

We started the evening at Matt's neighbour's shindig...

Where Posh discussed getting some more work done by Dr. Zack...

He wishes. :-)

Posh takes the trash out. And I'll bet you thought she had someone do that for her.

David has to remind Victoria to be a lady.

As you can see, things started to get ridiculous pretty early on, so we decided to head to a party thrown by a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend.

We made sure to stay in character while getting out of the taxi.

Right down to the typical Hollywood money shot.

Kat and Matt were flashing away, yelling "David! Victoria!" like true pros, while we continued playing the part.

Eventually, we knocked it off and made it into the damn party -- where we started all over again.

Giving the paps something to shoot.

If it was socially acceptable, I'm fairly certain he and I would dress like this every day.

David consorts with a paparazzo.

I think he might be cheating.

Perhaps with multiple people.

Playing around with "White Trash" (I liked "Euro Trash" better since Mikko is from Finland)

AND Charlie Chaplin.

And then there was that.

Meanwhile, I was enjoying this WAY too much.

(even if my padding was showing all damn night)

Like the real Beckhams, we were totes loving the cameras.

How I didn't bust straight out of this dress is beyond me.

Someone's not a very good papparazzo. That's a great shot, and he's missing it.

And now he just looks disgusted!

You have no idea how much I am in love with this picture. It pretty much sums up the rest of Mikko's night.

After a while, we were kind of over it, and went looking for a fun bar.

We found one.

Victoria's getting drunker...

Pretty sure David is too.

I did come out of character a few times! And would you please look at the guy behind me?

Oh, the dramatics.

With our biggest fan.

Well... my biggest fan.

We're all REALLY drunk now.

And yet, not near as drunk as Mikko.

Love him.

Hot messes.

Posh and Becks!

I wanted this picture outside of the "Chip Shop" because of the Union Jack, but it didn't really work out!

Taking out our fabulous trash -- again.

After the Taxi Ride of Death, we managed to make it home in one piece.

Where Mikko comforted a decidedly distressed Kat.

And then had a few more drinks. Of course he did.

After a bit of dramz and some late night/early morning pasta, we once again became ourselves and headed to bed. And thus was the end of another great year in costume.

So this post was late in coming, but I think the pics make up for it. And hell, I didn't call it "Spooktacular III". Don't ever let anyone say I'm a one trick pony.