Thursday, November 30, 2006
While looking for tickets for Kathy Griffin's upcoming show in New York, my friend Jay noticed a News Alert on Kathy's Web site that said she and her entourage had just experienced a brush with death last night en route to a gig in Stockton, Calif. It seems the
discount commuter plane she undoubtedly rented started experiencing "extreme turbulence" 20 minutes after takeoff sending everything on-board flying around the cabin. Kathy then smelled smoke and the oxygen masks dropped. Fortuntately, the plane was quickly able to make an emergency landing back in Burbank, and while you probably can't tell by this photo, Kathy is actually still alive and well.
While the Wednesday show was canceled, the tour must go on when you're on the D-List ... including tonight's performance in Hanford(!) (you know this cheap bitch isn't gonna let a near-death experience get in her way of earning a buck). (KathyGriffin.net)
I'm glad she's OK -- Michael got us tickets for that Carnegie Hall show in January (I wouldn't want her dying getting in the way of our fun), plus Bravo has just announced that "My Life on the D-List" will be coming back for a third season (no word if Matt will be the new gardener).
In other Kathy news, can you believe her celeb-ass-kicking turn on "Celebrity Mole: Hawaii" is now out on DVD?(!)
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Remember that steamy photo shoot of Scott Wilson at the Island House in Key West I blogged about over the summer? Now the photographer, Jason Rowan, has assembled those photos and many more into a sexy short film. The original spread from reFRESH magazine was hot enough, but let me tell you that the film version reveals that our fine young Scott did not spend that lost weekend alone as much of the time as it may have originally seemed ...
Visit Room 103.
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It's packed with fascinating/useless information about celebrities' deaths. The guy behind the site, Scott Michaels, is from Detroit and attended the same Divine concert in '86 as my friends Mark and Nina (oh, that's just the kind of useless information I was talking about!).
Here's how Scott explains his fetish:
Growing up in Detroit, I lived on one of the most dangerous intersections in the city. Fatal accidents were normal. There was a family ritual -- when we were jarred awake from our slumber by that horrible noise of a car accident. One would call the police, one would grab the towels, etc. One night while I was asleep, a car hit a lamp post in front of our house. I heard the sound of slamming brakes, the impact, and the live wires of a fallen street light zapping away. I got out of bed, looked out the window, yawned, and returned to bed. You get the idea. The first celebrity deaths of any real recollection to me were Martin Luther King and Janis Joplin. When Florence Ballard of the Supremes passed away in 1976, I became obsessed.
WHERE TO BEGIN: The entries on Glenn Quinn (Becky's dense hubby, Mark, on "Roseanne") and Jessica Savitch are particularly good.
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While all eyes were on the Ohio State-Michigan game, somehow I still found a routine win by the Notre Dame -- sporting green jerseys instead of the Fighting Irish's normal blue home -- over Army to be far more fun to look at ... (AP)
Saturday, November 18, 2006
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Friday, November 17, 2006
The legendary R&B singer Ruth Brown died Friday in Las Vegas. She was 78.
"She was one of the original divas," said the singer Bonnie Raitt, who worked with Brown to improve royalties for rhythm-and-blues performers. "I can’t really say that I’ve heard anyone that sounds like Ruth, before or after. She was a combination of sass and innocence, and she was extremely funky. She could really put it right on the beat, and the tone of her voice was just mighty. And she had a great heart."
"What I loved about her," Raitt added, "was her combination of vulnerability and resilience and fighting spirit. It was not arrogance, but she was just really not going to lay down and roll over for anyone."
Brown's voice was unforgettable, but it's her delightful role as Motormouth Maybelle in John Waters' classic 1988 film, "Hairspray," that I will always remember most. Rest in peace. (NYT)
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I've always tended to believe that these types of rumors were probably not true, but this is starting to have "The Little Dog Laughed" written all over it. (PRinside)
And speaking of rent boys, did you read about the Falcon porn star Marcus Allen (real name: Timothy J. Boham, 25, above) who was just arrested on suspicion of murder? Although he was a fairly well-known porn star (he starred in over a dozen movies over the past few years, and was named "Freshman of the Year" by Freshman Magazine in 2003), away from the gay porn spotlight he was known as an angry, gun-collecting, homophobic straight man (and father of two young girls). His victim was an older gay man (who had offered the troubled young man a "fresh start" with a job in his debt collection business) so you don't exactly have to get Jenny Jones on the horn to figure out this one. (DenverPost) (See Marcus Allen's risque side here and here.)
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