Not to be outdone by Stephen King and Faye Dunaway, aging blues singer Etta James also has mean things to say about younger celebrities — including the president! But her real issues are with “that woman” Beyonce.
While performing at a recent concert, James said of President Obama and Beyonce, who portrays James in Cadillac Records and has usurped James’ classic “At Last” for herself:
You guys know your president, right? You know the one with the big ears? Wait a minute, he ain’t my president, he might be yours, he ain’t my president. You know that woman he had singing for him, singing my song — she’s gonna get her ass whipped. The great Beyoncé … But I can’t stand Beyoncé. She has no business up there, singing up there on a big ol’ president day … singing my song that I’ve been singing forever.”
Clearly the thing for Miss Etta to do would be to grab some of Beyonce’s hits – “Single Ladies,” for example – and sing the mess out of them. Can you imagine?
These inter-generational celebrity feuds are getting fun. Who will be next to dis the younger generation? Or will someone find their way to the freaking high road?
Kick ass musician and activist Lorna Bracewell wants you to discuss the Obama Ms. cover here.
Photog and fan girl Carrie Waite wants to discuss bands with beards at the Sweaty Bitches of Rock ‘N’ Roll site.
Different strokes for different folks, people.
Go, read, comment!
It seems the cashing in on Barack Obama‘s visage knows no end. Now you can grow a Chia Pet in the form of our new president’s head.
Go here if you want one for yourself.
As my new pal Don King would say, Only in America.
My friend Mindy sent this my way, it’s model builder Gary McIntire‘s amazingly detailed (if not exactly accurate because he did it last week) Lego version of today’s inauguration of Barack Obama.
Check it out:
Look, it’s Barack, Michelle and Chief Justice John Roberts:
To see a whole gallery of McIntire’s project, go here.
I went to Barack Obama’s inauguration today in Washington DC. Two of my friends and I got to the general area of the city via the Metro and then walked about two miles with thousands of others to the Mall. When I say I have never seen so many people in my life, I mean every street in every direction had people steadily streaming in, people that took up the width of the street and went back as far as your eye could see.
It was cold, like in the 20s, and everyone we saw was smiling.
When we got to the Mall, where the actual ceremony took place, we turned to look behind us and our mouths fell open. There was just no end in sight to the rows and rows of people.
We stood outside in the cold for more than two hours. Organizers were replaying Saturday night’s rock concert and we stood there watching footage of Bono and Bruce Springsteen with two million people. It was powerful to stand there with everyone, but, honestly, we were so far from the video screen that we couldn’t see very well or hear the speakers at all. And we were very, very cold.
At around 10:30 am, we figured if we hustled, we could make it all the way back to the metro and get to our apartments in time to see the actual inaugural ceremony on CNN. When we left the Mall, we were amazed to find that the crowd was still coming in just as strong as it was when we first arrived two hours before. (We heard the crowds started arriving at 6 a.m.)
I’ll never forgot how exciting D.C. has been for the past week. This was my first presidential inauguration. I could not have picked a more important one. If we can sustain just a fraction of this hope for the rest of the year, we’ll be doing better than we have for nearly a decade.
Bravo to everyone who came to Washington, D.C. to be a part of history. And thanks.
Here’s to a new era.
So, last night I was perusing TMZ and I saw pictures of Whitney Houston and Mike Tyson leaving LAX during the day to fly to Washington D.C. for Obama‘s inauguration. I told my lady friend this and we discussed all the celebrities that were in town for this historic event and its festivities.
“We should go to Dupont Circle and walk around and see who’s there,” I said.
But my lady friend, who is infinitely more brilliant, said, “We should go to the aiport!”
Within minutes we were on the metro and after a quick transfer, we exited at Reagan National Airport where, scanning the monitors, we determined a New York flight would arrive any minute and that star-studded flight from LAX? Just two hours later.
We waited in the right area and watched as people strolled off of their planes. No celebrities.
We walked into a nearby Borders bookstore to kill time before the L.A. flight landed, but I heard a loud voice outside. I looked out and saw a famous face and even more famous hair. My lady friend and I ran after him, camera in hand. We had found our star!
Ladies and gentleman, me and Don King:
He was standing at the baggage carousel, surrounded by about 20 people asking for pictures. One by one, he posed with them, grinning and repeating, “Only in America, only in America.”
So true. On so many levels.
What an amazing week we’re going to have here in the national’s capitol.