1. Vanessa Carlton. A Thousand Miles

2. Linkin Park. In The End

3. Dave Matthews Band – Everyday

4. No Doubt. Hey Baby

5. Shakira. Whenever Wherever

6. Eminem. Cleaning Out My Closet

7. Puddle Of Mudd – Blurry

8. Dirty Vegas. Days Go By

9. Pink. Don’t let me get me

10. Avril Lavigne. Complicated

What’s my definition of SPAM? Shit Propelled At Many!!! Have we become so used to spam in our lives that we have just become immune to it? Even worse, have begun to encourage it? I have been paying more attention to popular music lately. I’m not entirely sure why, but for some reason I feel like I should be monitoring it more. Maybe so I can fuel my rage over the direction in which its heading, hence driving me to create more of my own music. Maybe so I have an idea of what type of garbage my daughter will soon be listening to. Or maybe I am slowly assimilating to the culture that surrounds. We’re going to hope for 1 and 2.

It all started with Beyonce’s single “All The Single Ladies.” This is the video that Kanye West seems to think is the “greatest of all time.” I’m not sure when aerobicizing with two other girls in a plain white room become creative, but I suppose I’m a little out of touch. So I found the video after all of the MTV VMA controversy, which led me to a related video of a band called Pomplamoose. If you haven’t checked them out, do so. This led me full circle back to Beyonce’s song. She is singing about how some man should married her, or “put a ring on it,” if he were so in love with her. He didn’t so she, in all of her empowered self, moved on. What’s interesting to me is as I mentally scanned over Beyonce’s catalog of hit singles all the way from her Destiny’s Child days to now, I realized that she has produced an awful lot of songs about being an “independent” woman, and breaking free of a man, and doing her own thing. Being single, staying strong, leaving guys who treated her poorly, etc. When she first came on the scene, I was okay with all of this. Alright, you’re young, you’re still a nobody more or less, I’ll buy it. Maybe you’ve been treated poorly. You’ve had some young heartaches. But c’mon, she’s 28 years old now and has been with Jay-Z, one of the most prominent and wealthy rappers of all time, for 7 years! Don’t you think it’s time to move onto a new topic. We get it, you’re an “independent” woman (who by the way admitted being in a state of depression for several years after the breakup of a long term relationship) who maybe had her heart broken. Been a while though, and maybe it’s time to get over it. Anyone remember the lead singer of Everclear crying about his dad leaving when he was a kid? That got old fast, and so has this.

Moving on. Avril Lavigne. We were warned about the Canadians, now look where we are. All joking aside, I don’t mind Avril as much as I should. Mainly because she does some actual creative work. She writes a lot of her own material and is involved in the recording/mixing process. BUT…She too is fake for the sake of marketability. Her first single off of her last album, a song called “Girlfriend,” is all about how she has a thing for some guy who already has a girlfriend. In the song, Avril proclaims that she “don’t like your girlfriend.” The single was released in mid 2007, a year after Avril was already married. Why would she be writing songs about some crush when she’s already married. Either she’s a cheating slut, or she is writing songs that appeal to a crowd that is guaranteed to buy her album. The video features her in several high school scenes picking on this girlfriend and eventually getting the guy. Avril was 23 at the time. 23!!! That means that the only reason she would be in a high school is for her 5 year class reunion.

Moving on. Jonas brothers. Two are in their twenties and the youngest is 17. the YOUNGEST is 17. Listen to their music, watch their TV show, and then think about the fact that they are 17, 20, and 22. You’ll get to where I’m at.

Country singers talking about horses, trucks, and other things that they have nothing to do with. Ever been to Nashville? Now, ever farmed? Not the same thing. I grew up in farm country. Real farm country, where you actually can’t see your neighbors house. Your “neighbor” is as far away as most neighboring cities to Nashville.

Rappers going on and on about their struggles and the ghetto, being thugs, etc. Some of them have struggled, and music is great therapy. A lot of them; however, are doing it for image purposes. You have no idea how many rappers I’ve met from suburbia who go on and on about how “gangsta” they really are.

In the end I’m just really tired of hearing all of the good looking, successful, wealthy, multi-platinum artists go on and on about not finding love, their struggles, and their awful painful lives. Taylor Swift can’t find love? We’re supposed to believe that she’s the geeky tomboy? Okay, sure. We’re supposed to believe that someone is breaking Christina’s heart? Millions of guys around the world are fantasizing about her, and she can’t find anyone? Blink 182 was talking about junior high drama into their damn thirties.

I long for something relevant to come out of popular music. Something of substance and truth. In the end I guess that’s why I make music. Because no one else is making the music that I want. So I make it for myself. I guess the fact that my music isn’t popular is proof of my “refined tastes.” Kidding of course. Still, the next time you’re hearing that catchy single on the radio about the gorgeous country singer getting dumped by her boyfriend, the football team captain, in his chevy, in their quaint souther town, hop onto wiki. You may be surprised to find out that she is in her twenties, from a town of half a million people, and grew up in a well to do family that were all driving asian imports, not american made trucks. Then think of me as you change the station.

Fathomless Regression
(the rambler)

I leave you with some lyrics by an ever so talented and intelligent rapper…please let these be motivation to create something ORIGINAL. The world needs it:

Have a baby
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a, Be a millionaire
Have a baby
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a, Be a millionaire

First it’s her neck, yeah then her back
Yeah I’m a freak, I get into all that
Girl I perform for ya, like a porno star
Till ya had enough then I just need a little bit more
New music new move new position
New erotic sounds is goin down now listen
I can hear your heartbeat, you’re sweatin I can paint a perfect picture
I get deeper and deeper, I told ya I’ll get ya
I work that murk that just the way ya like it baby
Turn a quickie into an all nighter maybe
Your sex drive it match my sex drive
Then we be movin as fast as a NASCAR ride
Switch gears slow down, go down whoa now
You can feel every inch of it when we intimate
I’ll use my tongue baby, I’ll leave you sprung baby
I’ll have ya head spinnin sayin 50 so crazy

Girl I want you to give me what you got and give me more
Girl you can start on top or on fours
You know I like it, when you get into it
Don’t nobody do it, uh, like I do it
Feel the rush, from my touch, get intoxicated
Drunk off my love, call the Hennesey thug
Passion, ya laughin, I can make you smile on the regular
Tell me what you want, shorty, that’s what I’ma get ya
Yeah, I need you to be what I need, more than liquor or weed
I need you to maybe give me a seed
I need you to give me reason to breathe
I need you, I’m tellin this so you know what I need
I’d be a part-time or full-time lovers, a meant-to-be lover
Don’t matter which way it go, I’m oh so gutta
Girl you could get it however you wan’ get it
I’m feelin you, still feelin you right now, get it

Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a, Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a, Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a, Be a millionaire

what are these?

have you ever read something and felt your heart suddenly just felt heavier? and your body responses with appropriate waves of vibration? the metaphor that ‘the heart sank’ is literal after all.

have you ever waited for something so eagerly, that you have mixed feelings of anticipation and i don’t know, fear? and the suspense is strong enough to kill you.

i don’t know what feelings are these. maybe it’s nonsensical,
but i guess these are the little things that make life great for me.

did i just cross the line?

and either way i found out, i’m nothing without you.

Avril Lavigne is back with a new album and a new tour, ‘The Best Damn Tour’, but that’s not all that’s new. Avril, a far cry from her ‘Try To Shut Me Up Tour’ when she first hit the scene, has dumped her famous look of baggy jeans, loose tank tops, ties and sweat bands and replaced them with tacky fishnet tights and iddy biddy miniskirts for ‘The Best Damn Tour’. Her jeans and tanks reappeared later in her performance but have become tighter fitted. Ironically enough Avril branded Britney Spears a “slut” for the outfits she wore on stage. Avril had even claimed, “the clothes I wear onstage are the clothes I would wear to school or go shopping”, although Avril is mocking girls that dress in miniskirts and fishnets she seemed to appear quite comfortable in them.

In ‘The Best Damn Tour’, Avril has even incorporated choreography in her act as she attempts cheerleading and dancing, perhaps the peroxide has damaged the former punk pop princesses brain. Perhaps Avril should ask her Sum 41 front man punk rock husband, Deryck, for some advice before she becomes just another pop star.

Thankfully Avril has not lost her connection or energy with her fans, performing songs from all three of her albums and even dedicated ‘Losing Grip’ from her first album ‘Let Go’ her fans that have been with her since the beginning, what few original fans there were seeing as most of the audience consisted of girls who were probably only learning to crawl and talk when Avril first hit the charts, accompanied by reluctant parents.

The O2 although busy, was not sold out or even close to being sold out, with some of the audience leaving after the opening act The Jonas Brothers had finished their set; suggesting that perhaps Avril is Losing Grip of her status as punk pop princess as she begins her descent into plain old pop. The two year break in touring seeming to have been a time for Avril to change and loose her edge, what with the choreography and backing dancers we can only wonder how long it will be before Avril truly joins the world of pop and starts lip synching.

Last month Avril had lost her voice due to laryngitis and forced her to cancel six shows on the American leg of her tour. The loss of voice still showing that she is still recovering as she took breaks in songs, sounded hoarse and she struggled to reach the notes that she had ordinarily reached on previous tours; at least I hope that her voice is still recovering and not that her singing has become sour otherwise her 2003 tour should have been called ‘The Best Damn Tour’ and her current tour ‘Try To Shut Me Up’.

***List***

1: Girlfriend

2: I Can Do Better

3: Runaway

4: The Best Damn Thing

5: When You’re Gone

6: Everything Back But You

7: Hot

8: Innocence

9: I Dont Have To Try

10: One Of Those Girls

11: Contagious

12: Keep Holding On

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***New Single***

=>Girlfriend<=

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***Link Download***

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Artista  ed Interprete: Avrile Lavigne

Album: Hot

Anno di pubblicazione: 2009

Testo:

                                                           HOT                                                                                                 

 want to lock you up in my closet, where no one’s a        

round
I want to put your hand in my pocket, because you’re allowed
I want to drive you into the corner, and kiss you without a sound
I want to stay this way forever, I’ll say it loud
Now you’re in and you can’t get out

You make me so hot
Make me wanna drop
You’re so ridiculous
I can barely stop
I can hardly breathe
You make me wanna scream
You’re so fabulous
You’re so good to me Baby Baby
You’re so good to me Baby Baby

I can make you feel all better, just take it in
And I can show you all the places, you’ve never been
And I can make you say everything, that you never said
And I will let you do anything, again and again
Now you’re in and you can’t get out

You make me so hot
Make me wanna drop
You’re so ridiculous
I can barely stop
I can hardly breathe
You make me wanna scream

You’re so fabulous
You’re so good to me Baby Baby
You’re so good to me Baby Baby

Kiss me gently
Always I know
Hold me love me
Don’t ever go

You make me so hot
Make me wanna drop
You’re so ridiculous
I can barely stop
I can hardly breathe
You make me wanna scream
You’re so fabulous
You’re so good to me

You make me so hot
Make me wanna drop
You’re so ridiculous
I can barely stop
I can hardly breathe
You make me wanna scream
You’re so fabulous
You’re so good to me Baby Baby
You’re so good to me Baby Baby

Continuiamo la nostra trasmissione con la prossima canzone. Ero un po’ indeciso, non sapevo quale scegliere. Però alla fine ha vinto lei. Il suo primo singolo, un po’ come un’etichetta di presentazione. Stiamo per ascoltare la magica, mitica, popstar canadese Avril Lavigne, con Complicated, dall’album Let Go.
Siete in ascolto su RadioBlog 235!

Back in September, the Telegraph published its list of the 100 songs that defined the noughties. Reading through it, I found myself nodding in agreement at times and throwing my arms up in shock and disapproval at others.

A few days ago I tweeted the story to my followers, asking them for the songs that had defined their decade. After a few days work, I’ve come up with 50 of the songs that have defined my decade. These are the songs that, in my opinion, tell the story of the noughties—from 2000 to 2009—and will be remembered for years to come, whether because of their artistry, their controversy, or their relevance.

A few things to remember about my list:

• I grew up with music from both the US and UK, so the list will reflect that fact.  This means you may not have heard of some of these songs.  If not, I highly suggest you listen to them.
• This list is by no means authoritative or complete.  Choosing 50 songs of that define a decade is nearly impossible, as everybody’s songs are colored by their own experiences.  I’m no music critic–just a fan–so keep that in mind.
• The songs are grouped by years, but that’s it; there is no ranking, no rhyme or reason why songs are ordered the way they are.
• The annotations are accurate, as I have done my research.
• Not all songs on here are songs I necessarily enjoy, but may be songs that have simply impacted pop culture in general.
• I tried to only pick one song from an artist–the exception being Justin Timberlake, who appears on the list as a member of *NSync and later as a solo artist.  If I hadn’t, for example, Leona Lewis’s cover of Run would have made the list, as would have Everytime by Britney Spears
• I tried to keep it to five songs per year, but as you’ll see, this didn’t completely work.
• I highly encourage you to debate my choices, comment with your own, and compile your own list.  The more music we can remember, the better off all our playlists will be!

With that, I give you my top 50 songs of the 2000s.

2000
“Bye, Bye, Bye” by *Nsync
A catchy song about breaking loose of a no good lover, it garnered the boyband a Grammy nod for Record of the Year and is arguably their most memorable song.

“Wonderful” by Everclear
“Please don’t tell me everything is wonderful now…” sings a boy to his emotionally absent parents. This song got me through the darkest hours of my life.

Britney Spears in her iconic music video for "Oops!... I Did it Again"

“Oops!… I Did it Again” by Britney Spears
The lead single from Britney’s sophomore album, it remains one of the most infectious pop songs of the past 30 years.

“I Hope You Dance” by Leann Womack
Still Womack’s only number one hit, “I Hope You Dance” was—and still is—played at high school graduations across America.

2001
“Island in the Sun” by Weezer
Though it never cracked the Billboard Hot 100 in the US and only charted at 31 in the UK, “Island in the Sun” proved that Weezer was still “hip, hip” and provided some musical escapism in the aftermath of 9/11.

“Where Were You (When The World Stopped Turning)?” by Alan Jackson
It’s impossible to discuss 2001 in music with out mentioning Alan Jackson’s moving tribute to the 9/11 attacks. Eight years later, it is still the most poignant song to be written about that day.

“Fallin’” by Alicia Keys
Establishing Keys as the preeminent songwriter of our generation, “Fallin’” captured the 19 year old the Grammy for Song of the Year.

“Ms. Jackson” by OutKast
Not their biggest hit, but for a generation of high school students, “Ms. Jackson” provided a sick beat and a warning about the risks of teenage pregnancy. It also foreshadowed the great work OutKast would produce later in the decade.

2002
“I’m With You” by Avil Lavigne
Lavigne’s work leaves much to be desired, but there’s no denying the emotions behind her lyrics and vocals in this piece, which may epitomize the year between 9/11 and the invasion of Iraq.

“Beautiful” by Christina Aguilera
Released on Christmas Eve, “Beautiful” is arguably Aguilera’s most artistic moment—and the video doubtlessly her most daring. A song that inspired all those “othered” by society.

“Clocks” by Coldplay
It captured the Record of the Year Grammy for Coldplay. More importantly, it was heard in practically every film trailer and television show for the next two years, and it has one of the most memorable melodies of any song this decade.

“Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue (The Angry American)” by Toby Keith
If Alan Jackson penned a moving tribute to 9/11, Toby Keith penned a shameful rallying cry for revenge against… well, he never really figured that part out. Still, even to this day, something about this song compels me to listen.

“Unchained Melody” by Gareth Gates
Admittedly more of a personal choice than anything, for a great number of Millennials (especially those from the UK), Gareth Gates is inexplicably connected with their adolescence.

2003
“Miss Independent” by Kelly Clarkson
The song that established Clarkson—the first American Idol—as more than a one-hit wonder, she showed the world that she would be around for years to come.

“Hurt” by Johnny Cash
Daring to cross genres and defy stereotypes, “Hurt” introduced Cash—and his amazing collection of songs—to a new generation of fans. It’s also one of the most moving songs of the decade, made all the more jarring because of the parallels with Cash’s own booze-soaked life.

“Mad World” by Gary Jules
Surprising everyone by taking the Christmas number one on the British charts, Jules’ version is arguably the most moving rendition of this song—including the original.

“American Life” by Madonna
Released on the heels of the invasion of Iraq, Madonna coupled it with a video so controversial even she decided to reshoot it. No song defines the Bush years better, proving even in a new century, Madge is still relevant.

“Leave Right Now” by Will Young
The first Idol ever—anywhere—produced one of the most emotional farewell songs in years.

2004
“What Became of the Likely Lads” by the Libertines
As Pete Doherty’s life spun out of control, he penned this lament about a friendship lost. (In this case, with fellow Libertine Carl Barat.) Fittingly, though sadly, it was the group’s last single.

“She Will Be Loved” by Maroon 5
Not Maroon 5’s biggest hit, though possibly their most memorable, “She Will Be Loved” defined my first year of college.

“Redneck Woman” Gretchen Wilson
Say what you will about Gretchen Wilson, but “Redneck Woman” introduced Nashville to the Musik Mafia and brought about a renaissance in country music.

Brandon Flowers of The Killers from their video for "Mr. Brightside," one of the biggest hits of 2004

“Mr. Brightside” by the Killers
Las Vegas’ best resurrects glam rock. Enough said. Though not the first single from the Killers, “Mr. Brightside” is the song that cemented their place in the pantheon of noughties rockers.

“If Heartaches Had Wings” by Rhonda Vincent
You’ve probably never heard of this song, about a woman full of regrets, and that’s okay. Still, it is the best bluegrass song of the decade. Plus, the video stars Miley Cyrus before she was Miley Cyrus.

2005
“Gold Digger” by Kanye West
Kanye is one of the most controversial artists of the decade (to put it mildly), but “Gold Digger” was one of the biggest songs of the year. And rightly so, as it’s just as catchy as the rest of West’s work.

“Baby Girl” by Sugarland
Though released in 2004, Sugarland’s debut single didn’t climb the charts until early 2005, inaugurating lead vocalist Jennifer Nettles as the newest diva in the country music pantheon. On a personal note, the lyrics to this song was the first text message my grandparents ever received; I sent it to them requesting money.

“I’m ‘n Luv (Wit a Stripper)” by T-Pain ft Mike Jones
Admit it—you were singing along with the rest of us.

“Wake Me Up When September Ends” by Green Day
A song about the death of Billy Joe Armstrong’s father, the video was yet another slap in the face of the Bush administration by the preeminent rockers of the day. The song struck a nerve with a nation growing weary of war.

“You’re Beautiful” by James Blunt
Blunt’s debut single may have made it hard to believe he is a former soldier, but it introduced him as one of the sappiest crooners of the decade.

2006
“SexyBack” by Justin Timberlake
We didn’t even know sexy had left until Timberlake told us so. With that voice and those beats, though, we believed him.

“Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol
One of the most romantic songs of the decade, this was the track that finally propelled Snow Patrol to mainstream American success.

“Rehab” by Amy Winehouse
Besides resurrecting 1960s soul, Winehouse’s salute to alcoholism and broken hearts established her as one of the most talented—and tragic—stars of the decade.

“I’m Not Ready to Make Nice” by the Dixie Chicks
After being shunned—and threatened—by country music fans for speaking out against the Iraq War in 2003, Natalie Maines and the Dixie Chicks came back with a vengeance, speaking for disgruntled progressives everywhere and nabbing five Grammys in the process.

“Last Request” by Paolo Nutini
The first single released from Nutini’s inaugural effort, this aching plea for one last night with a lover broke hearts across Britain. Though he’s struggled to find mainstream success in the US, “Last Request” has still managed to win over countless Yanks.

2007
“Rule the World” by Take That
A perfect song to accompany acclaimed fantasy film Stardust, “Rule the World” helped reestablish Take That as a premier British band—and is the song I will dance to at my wedding.

“Bleeding Love” by Leona Lewis
The biggest thing to come out of a television talent show on either side of the Atlantic, Leona Lewis scored a massive hit with her debut single, penned by Ryan Tedder and Jesse McCartney. Arguably the most memorable song of the decade, “Bleeding Love” established Lewis as the definitive diva of her generation, thrusting her into the same league as Whitney, Celine, and Mariah. (Note: Yes, it didn’t come out in the US until 2008, but it was a massive hit in the UK in the autumn of 2007—which is when I first heard it.)

“Umbrella” by Rhianna

Rhianna's "Umbrella" was the defining song of summer 2007

An annoying but catchy tribute to unyielding friendship, with this song Rhianna told the world she wasn’t going anywhere. Plus, as the Telegraph pointed out, it provided the perfect soundtrack for a rain-soaked summer.

“Grace Kelly” by Mika
You can’t be faulted if, upon first listen, you thought someone had resurrected Freddie Mercury. With “Grace Kelly,” Mika helped usher in the era of wonky pop.

“With Every Heartbeat” by Robyn
Heartbreaking and infectious, Robyn proved that the Scandinavians are still better at making quality pop records than we are.

“Flourescent Adolescent” by the Arctic Monkeys
Not their biggest hit, and perhaps not even their best song, but “Flourescent Adolescent” still managed to define 2007 for those who rebelled against the previous five songs. Plus, with lyrics like “everything’s in order in a black hole/nothing seems as pretty as the past though/That Bloody Mary’s lacking in Tabasco/Remember when you used to be a rascal?” it was the perfect accompaniment to the onset of the Great Recession.

2008
“Love Story” by Taylor Swift
Swift’s biggest single up to that point, “Love Story” helped propel her out of Nashville and introduce her to an international audience. It also proved Swift as one helluva songwriter.

“No Air” by Jordin Sparks ft Chris Brown
The best duet of the decade, hands down. Though Chris Brown is now more infamous for domestic violence than famous for his music, the blended vocals of Sparks and Brown illustrate why they’re both young stars on the rise.

“I Kissed a Girl” by Katy Perry
Offensive to the gay community or an innocent anthem for bicuriosity? Either way, “I Kissed a Girl” was the song of summer 2008 and propelled Perry to stardom.

“My President” by Young Jeezy
Never a huge hit, but there is something special in remembering the election of America’s first black president—a defining moment not just of the noughties, but of modern history. This song is the celebration of a milestone preceded by centuries of struggle.

“Paper Planes” by MIA
No song better describes Britain’s and America’s irrational fear of brown people than does this anthem for immigrants and oppressed minorities everywhere. The gunshots and ringing cash registers only serve to make the song all the more memorable—and relevant.

Beyonce's video for "Single Ladies" is one of the most iconic of the decade. Just as Kanye West.

“Single Ladies” by Beyonce
God, this song is annoying, but Kanye was right—Beyonce did have one of the best videos of all time. Besides, you have to admit, it’s catchy as hell.

2009
“Party in the USA” by Miley Cyrus
If the noughties defined Miley Cyrus, Miley Cyrus defined the noughties. Surprising, well, everybody, Cyrus managed to actually produce a quality pop record that, probably unintentionally, embodied the optimism of youth in the Obama era.

“TikTok” by Ke$ha
If you haven’t heard this song yet, go listen. I don’t know what the future has in store for Ke$ha, but this is one of the best night-out-on-the-town songs to come along in years.

“Never Forget You” by the Noisettes
Sure, Duffy’s throwback to 60’s soul is more successful, but nobody, except maybe Winehouse, can touch the artistry of Shingai Shoniwa.

“Just Dance” by Lady GaGa
When I heard this song on the radio in January, I told my best friend it was the first song that made me feel like it was 2009. Turns out, 2009 was the year of GaGa. If the forecast “Just Dance” provides is any indication, the teens will be dominated by Lady GaGa.

“Need You Now” by Lady Antebellum
An understated, underappreciated single from an underrated group, Lady Antebellum proves they are the future of country music with “Need You Now.” An aching song about longing for an old flame, it’s the best song Nashville has had to offer in 2009.

Canadian singer Avril Lavigne is reportedly dating actor Wilmer Valderrama.

Valderrama has previously been involved in relationship with Ashlee Simpson, Mandy Moore and Lindsay Lohan.

According to US reports, a month after filing for divorce from rocker Deryck Whibley, the 25-year-old was spotted with actor Valderrama’’s arms in recent weeks.

One insider tells Life & Style magazine the couple also enjoyed a romantic night out at Nobu in West Hollywood on October 29.

“She had her hand on his knee and they were whispering in each other’s ear, laughing,” Contactmusic quoted a source as saying

Canadian singer Avril Lavigne is reportedly dating actor Wilmer Valderrama.

Valderrama has previously been involved in relationship with Ashlee Simpson, Mandy Moore and Lindsay Lohan.

According to US reports, a month after filing for divorce from rocker Deryck Whibley, the 25-year-old was spotted with actor Valderrama’’s arms in recent weeks.

One insider tells Life & Style magazine the couple also enjoyed a romantic night out at Nobu in West Hollywood on October 29.

“She had her hand on his knee and they were whispering in each other’s ear, laughing,” Contactmusic quoted a source as saying.

According to www.hollyscoop.com Avril Lavigne is dating again. She’s rumoured to be dating Wilmer Valderrama. A source told Life & Style: “They have been friends since working together on Fast Food Nation in 2005, but things heated up last month. One of their first dates was Oct. 29 at Nobu in West Hollywood.” This weekend the two were spotted clubbing at LA hotspot Wonderland last Saturday. “She had her hand on his knee and they were whispering in each other’s ear, laughing,” says a witness. “They even closed the club, sneaking out just after 2.”

Do you think they’re actually dating or are they just friends?

Picture Credit:  www.life.com

The following is an excerpt from an actual conversation between Conrad Noir and Marco Sparks last night. Yes, this is what they’re really like…

Marco Sparks: So, you’ll never believe this dream I had the other night…

Conrad Noir: I don’t know if I’m really up for a conversation about your hopes and dreams, man.

Marco: Well, when I say “dream,” what I really mean is sweaty, dread-dripping nightmare.

Conrad: Oh yeah? Shit. Nevermind. You know I’m all ears for that. Shoot.

Marco: Well, I’ll tell you about the nightmare in a second, but first let me tell you about my Saturday night…

Conrad: Always a catch, isn’t there? Shit. Okay, tell me about your Saturday ni-

Marco: It was awesome. But then, later on, I was just trying to go sleep, right? And it’s late, I don’t remember the time, but late. So I turn on the TV and put it on mute, just wanting some flickering light and alpha wave manipulation in the room. Or something.

Conrad: Sure, sure. Perfectly normal.

Marco: So then I lay down on the bed. The room I’m in though, there’s no remote. Or, if there is, fuck if I know where it is.

Conrad: Oh, yeah, man’s constant struggle.

Marco: Right, so I’m stuck with whatever the channel is because, well, I’m lazy.

Conrad: I feel that.

Marco: In this particular case, it was A&E. The former Arts & Entertainment channel.

Conrad: “Former” being the operative word.

Marco: Seriously. Airing that late evening/early morning was a seeming non stop marathon of CSI: Miami episodes.

Conrad: Wow. Ouch.

Marco: Ouch is right. And let me tell you, I could not sleep with that on.

Conrad: How do you mean?

Marco: Every five seconds they cut back to a shot of David Caruso! Constantly! And let me tell you, Caruso has two emotional speeds on that show. The first: Putting on his sunglasses. The second: Taking them off again. People could be on fire, running around screaming, bits of their skin melting off or whatever as creatures of the apocalypse commit homicides or devour souls or just what have you, and Caruso’s cool as Fonzie the whole fucking time.

Conrad: That seems accurate with the little bits of it I’ve caught occasionally.

Marco: Also, it’s freakishly bright. Like, too bright and dayglo for even Miami.

Conrad: Okay.

Marco: It would not let me sleep! I turned over, looked at the flickering light patterns on the wall, like some kind of twisted variation on Plato’s Cave and I felt like Caruso was picking me up from the airport and driving me straight to madness!

Conrad: Caruso’s like that.

Marco: This is the guy from NYPD Blue to subjected America to his ass. Why would you want to see this man’s ass?!

Conrad: Or Dennis Franz for that matter.

Marco: Well… obviously. But, so I lay there, squeezing my eyes shut. But it was no good, man. I knew that Caruso was in the room with me. Putting his fucking sunglasses on. Or worse.

Conrad: Worse?

Marco: He could’ve been taking them off again…

Conrad: Okay, so this was the nightmare?

Marco: Oh, no, this was real. Deadly real. Eventually I must’ve passed out from all the stress of his ontological torture and when I woke up, of course, A&E was still on, right?

Conrad: Yeah, of course.

Marco: So, the sun is shining through the window, birds are chirping little songs and I’m a little tired, but I’m breathing a sigh of relief. I’m all like, “Thank God, it’s morning, I made it. I survived!”

Conrad: This is going somewhere bad, isn’t it?

Marco: You bet your goofy ass it is, my friend. Because there on the TV…

Conrad: Yeah?

Marco: Motherfucking Chris Daughtry was on the TV. Somebody was actually interviewing him!

Conrad: Ugh. Gross.

Marco: Exactly! Why would anyone want to interview that fucker? Why is he on the TV? Why did my day have to start with these violent images? It was like… last night I couldn’t enter the domain of sleep and now… Now I can’t be awake with this in the world!

Conrad: I feel like I need a drink now.

Marco: Me too. From just, you know, reliving that traumatic experience. From being the plaything of the sandman.

Conrad: So what was the nightmare?

Marco: Oh, the nightmare. Yeah, sorry. That was last night. I was like in a room, but I wasn’t. I was like “the camera” or whatever. Anyway, there was a little boy and he was trapped in the room. No windows, yet there was moonlight slipping around. And he was sleeping like a little shit does and then goblins crawled out of the cracks in the walls and out from under the bed and cut off his eyelids or something.

Conrad: Damn. I like that. I mean, that’s seriously creepy.

Marco: Yeah, it was something. When I woke up, I knew you’d love it.

Conrad: You were right. And goblins, you say? Wow. Goblins. That part is especially wild. People don’t throw around the word “goblins” all that much anymore.

Marco: Let me tell you something about goblins, my friend. Something you may not know. Something very few people may actually know.

Conrad: Do it.

Marco: Goblins, man. They’re no joke. They’re fucking scary, and they’re fucked up. And they will fuck you up. You understand me?

Conrad: Yes, I believe I do. But let’s talk about something important now. Let’s talk about me and my dreams. And my nightmares.

Marco: Take aim and fire away, baby.

Conrad: So, you know, I’ve been taking melatonin a lot lately, right?

Marco: Cause you can’t get your hands on ambien, right?

Conrad: Yeah, sorta. I got tricked into trying to go all natural, which is a sham. Whenever in doubt, just go with hard drugs.

Marco: Put that on a t-shirt.

Conrad: Don’t tempt me.

Marco: But I feel you. I have several friends who don’t realize they’re becoming recreational vicodin addicts, which is cool, cause this is America and shit. But I can’t do that stuff anymore. It gives me freaky nightmares. I mean, genuinely freaky nightmares. Like, where the goblins show up and tell me I’ll have erectile dysfunction for the rest of my life and or will be forever locked in a mortgage I can’t afford.

Conrad: As long as you’re not longer dreaming about Avril Lavigne, you’ll be fine.

Marco: I’ll have you know: That was a very special time in my life.

Conrad: Anyway… me. And my nightmare.

Marco: Do it.

Conrad: So, I guess you’re supposed to take melatonin only so much, right? Until it stirs up your… well, I don’t know. Something. Some kind of chemical. I’m not a trained doctor or anything. But you take it short term, you get some rest, you move on.

Marco: Gotcha.

Conrad: But I keep taking it because it gives me juicy nightmares. And I’m a horror movie fan.

Marco: I remember that you were a Freddy guy more than a Jason guy.

Conrad: Exactly! Anyway, so the one I had last night… Wowza.

Marco: Oh?

Conrad: Oh yeah. So I’m like wandering around in this fucked up, dark version of Chuck E. Cheese’s, right?

Marco: This already sounds terrifying.

Conrad: Oh, it was. Believe you me. It so was. And there’s all these fat, sweaty white people around me.

Marco: Your ultimate nightmare.

Conrad: My ultimate daymare, you mean. But there they are. And there’s famous gross white people there too. Like Jeffrey Dahmer.

Marco: I remember that Peanut used to date a guy who looked like Jeffrey Dahmer. Man, I hated that guy.

Conrad: Me too. Well, Dahmer, anyway. But he was the guy who, later on I discovered, didn’t belong in the dream. But there was other famous people too. Like Mary Kay Letourneau. And Roman Polanski. And Joey Buttafuoco. And Debra Lafave. And Pete Townshend. And Bobby Fisher. And Gary Glitter!

Marco: Oh shit. You were at a child molester convention!

Conrad: Exactly. By accident, of course. Once I realized what was going on, I was like, “Oh shit, I gotta get the fuck outta here!”

Marco: Shit. I hope so.

Conrad: So I take off for the door, right? But right as I get to it, I notice the little bulletin board listing who all the speakers are going to be at this thing.

Marco: So, it was like a proper convention then? With speakers and talks and things?

Conrad: Yes! Terrifying, right?

Marco: Very.

Conrad: So I’m running my finger down the board, just looking at all the famous names. I remember that R. Kelly was on there, of course.

Marco: Right. Yeah. “Age ain’t nothing but a number,” after all.

Conrad: And then I get to the end. The keynote speaker.

Marco: Ooh, this is going to be good, isn’t it? Who was it?

Conrad: I’m not bullshitting you here. It was Jon Gosselin.

Marco: Oh… wow.

Conrad: I know, right?

Marco: Yeah. Wow. Eeesh.

Conrad: But, whereas everyone else had their name and like a title of what their speech was going to be about or whatever, after his name… there was just one word. One single word.

Marco: What was it?

Conrad: It was simply… “Gangsta.”

Marco: Oh. My.

Conrad: Uh huh. It shocked me away. And I sat there, in my bed, just catching my breath from the sheer intensity of the thing. And I just whispered it back to myself. “Gangsta.”

Marco: Wow…

Conrad: Yeah, I know.

Marco: Yeah.

Conrad: Yeah.

Marco: Yeah, uh… let’s talk about something else, okay?

And it’s Lilo’s sloppy seconds. Though, who isn’t?

Tread lightly, Ryan Seacrest.

Will John McCain fight back against Sarah Palin?

Speaking of Sarah, get the rundown of her interview with Oprah.

5 reasons kissing is good for you!

Wrong goal. Adorable video.

سلام. این اولین پست من هست و میخام از این به بعد راجع به اوریل کار کنم.لطفا با نظراتتون شادم کنید.بای

А это живое исполнение. В предисловии певица говорит, что посвящает песню детям, страдающим от войн.

O mundo artístico sempre foi rodeado de polêmicas e loucuras envolvendo astros de inúmeras grandezas. Seja no cinema ou na música, as polêmicas sempre estarão presentes neste mundo de fama, glamour e ostentação.

Nos últimos tempos alguns artistas passaram a fazer parte do hall dos excluídos pelos países muçulmanos.

O mais recente acontecimento foi na Malásia (tão conhecida por proibir o povo de assistir o filme “Paixão de Cristo”, de Mel Gibson), onde a diva Beyoncé teve que adiar seu show, graças a radicais islâmicos. Entretanto, os responsáveis pelo show afirmam que a decisão de adiar foi da própria cantora.

O show previsto para o dia 25 de outubro deste ano, faz parte da turnê “I am Tour” e como sempre estava coberto de sensualidade, seja nas coreografia, seja nas roupas.  Segundo as más línguas, o motivo de cancelar o show, foi a insolente exigência de mudar o vestiário e as coreografias. Convenhamos… Contratassem-na para dar uma palestra, então!

Novamente na Malásia, a obscena Gwen Stefani, como chamaram os muçulmanos, foi incumbida de vestir-se mais comportadamente e diminuir seus movimentos ofensivos e pesados para os malaios, já que neste país as mulheres se vestem, no mínimo, até os joelhos. Segundo o guia malaio para artistas de fora, os artistas devem seguir a seguinte regra: “as mulheres deverão estar cobertas até os joelhos, sendo proibido a elas saltar, gritar ou jogar beijos em suas atuações”.

Dá pra imaginar Beyoncé e Gwen assim?

Mais uma vítima da Malásia foi a banda Black Eyed Peas, que teve problemas com o governo malaio, apenas por seu patrocinador ser um fabricante de cerveja.

Além destes artistas, ainda tiveram problemas na Malásia: Madonna e Avril Lavigne.

Que paizinho enjoado esse!

E aí, quem é polêmico aqui, os artistas ou a Malásia?

Russ, I know you’ve got your thing about David Sedaris, but that’s just too bad.  I am not ashamed to say that I love this passage from his story, “See You Again Yesterday.”

Potential boyfriends could not smoke Merit cigarettes, own or wear a pair of cowboy boots, or eat anything labeled either ‘lite’ or ‘heart smart.’ Speech was important, and disqualifying phrases included ‘I can’t find my nipple ring’ and ‘This one here was my first tattoo.’ All street names had to be said in full, meaning no ‘Fifty-ninth and Lex’ and definetly no ‘Mad Ave.’ They couldn’t drink more than I did, couldn’t write poetry in notebooks and read it out loud to an audience of strangers, and couldn’t use the words flick, freebie, cyberspace, progressive, or zeitgeist. They could not consider the human scalp an appropriate palette for self-expression, could not own a rainbow-striped flag, and could not say they had ‘discovered’ any shop or restaurant currently listed in the phone book. Age, race, and weight were unimportant. In terms of mutual interests, I figured we could spend the rest of our lives discussing how much we hated the aforementioned characteristics.

So you know how some words or phrases are either self-negating (e.g., “classy” or “no offense“) or self-betraying — in the sense that no one ever wears a shirt printed with a complaint about “stupid people” who is not, him- or herself, a stupid person?  Obviously, there are millions of little cues that give us insight into whether someone is OK or Not OK.  Cues that, we hope, evolve from the incredibly silly ones we looked for when we were younger (“OMG, he’s wearing Skechers!  Ew!”) into somewhat more important and telling ones (“OMG, he yelled at the waitress/drives a giant SUV/voted for Nader in 2000“).  We’re tuned into this stuff because, at least according to the genius ev-psych people, we had to learn to categorize people into Us and Them way back in the caveman days, or we’d get, like, speared, or whatever.

Of course, some of those traits that we find intolerable boil down to aesthetics (like my ongoing appreciation for David Sedaris, whom you scorn).  Those are the ones that are ultimately forgivable, or even potentially lovable (think of the plot of every single screwball comedy).  Others, though, like the waitress example above, seem to point to actual defects of character and are thus “dealbreakers.”  And yeah, yeah, I recognize that using the word “dealbreaker” probably falls into the “dealbreaker” category.  (I’m, like, so whatever — you could do so much better.)

What I get hung up on, though, to the point of maniacal obsession — and I know you do, too, Russ, since it’s kind of the whole focus of our blog, and, let’s face it, our friendship — are the cues that fall into an ambiguous area, where the line between aesthetic and moral failings start to blur.  You know what I mean.  Excessive discussions of physical fitness, lingerie as Halloween costumes, over-use of “Any-vow-bag” cliches.  I’m sort of ashamed to admit that I love this aspect of Facebook, which is at its core just one big middle school cafeteria.  It’s so hard to resist the invitation to judge other people’s priorities, hobbies, taste and grammar (glass houses, pots and kettles, I get it).  And even as I’m scrutinizing, I know that I’m being scrutinized, and that I’m probably just about as lovely and fascinating now as I was in eighth grade.  As Russ’s Mom once said, “Nobody is his or her best self on Facebook.”  So you and I, Russ, with our fancy social networking and our blogging and all — are we, like, students of the human condition?  Or are we just middle-school brats?  Simply by virtue of our willing participation in the culture of oversharing, are we putting on the “stupid people” T-shirt?

The holidays are coming! The holidays are coming! That’s right everbody; Kohl’s is now stocked with holiday clothes from your favorite brands: Candies,  Abbey Dawn, and Mudd. You can even make a Kohl’s wishlist, which you can then print out and use as a real shopping list! You can  expect great things at Kohl’s, but only at the Starplaza.