SpIN 20
Ranking on Pop Culture Since 1998
eva Mendes wants to do nude peta ad with Morrissey Guy just can’t catch a break
Idlewild ask fans to preorder an album not yet recorded This just in: It leaked
the Grammys We’re paid to care. What’s your excuse?
Jonas Brothers release 3-D concert film A sequel of sorts to Lou Reed’s Berlin
Always a stickler for safety, Gary Lightbody points out the emergency exits.
puscifer make live debut Valentine’s Day weekend Because nothing says romance like V Is for Vagina
paul Shaffer awarded the Order of Canada, country’s highest civilian honor Actually makes his band seem less dangerous
Britney requires backup dancers to be drug-tested If they’re holding out on her, they’re fired
This month: We tag along with anthemically inclined Irishmen Snow patrol after their sold-out December show in New York
Classic hip-hop album covers rendered in Legos Puts our Play-Doh Fun Factory It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back to shame
11. 20 P. M. After wooing a packed Bowery Ballroom,
the band—singer Gary Lightbody, bassist Paul Wilson, drummer Jonny Quinn, guitarist Nathan Connolly, and keyboardist Tom Simpson—sign autographs for some tenacious fans (mostly MILFs with faint Irish brogues). Two voluptuous twentysomethings dressed like twins beg the band to come “rock” with them. The guys decline, with Connolly admitting they’re “not very rock.”
McCartney says he, not Lennon, was the political Beatle Also claims credit for “Imagine” and popularizing wire-rim glasses
Bon Jovi tour is 2008’s biggest grosser “Grosser” being the operative word
pearl Jam release four versions of Ten reissue Huh? We didn’t get past high school geometry.
11. 58 P.M. The band pile into a van and head to the Houndstooth, a bar they partly own near Times
Square. Though exhausted—they flew in from England that day—they’re punch-drunk. Simpson, in a mock hillbilly accent, inexplicably starts talking about pies: “ Blueberry pie, rhubarb pie!” Lightbody joins him—“Oh, I love hot pie. I got 14 back on the porch”—before collapsing in a giggle fit. “I think I’m having a heart attack,” he says.
erykah Badu’s New Amerykah Part Two Slightly more resonant this year
12. 20 A.M. Stragglers from the show, music-biz folks,
older Irish gents, and even Wilson’s ex-fiancée (“It’s kind of awkward,” he admits) greet them at the bar. “I’m so tired,” Lightbody says. “Times like these, I get like a gremlin given water. All screwy.” A man hands him a promo coaster for their latest album, A Hundred Million Suns. On it is a one-word blurb that reads essential!—to which Lightbody quips, “I think the word ‘not’ was edited out.”
Bono named Man of peace by Nobel Laureates Larry Mullen Jr. invited to speak at Dublin Rotary Club
everyone using auto-tune to improve their singing We’d like a similar device for joke-writing, please
Springsteen headlines the Super Bowl halftime show Women across America pray for a wardrobe malfunction
Looking to groundhogs for predictions Makes the Turkey Pardon seem sane
2. 32 A.M. Connolly and Wilson are the last men
(barely) standing. When Wilson complains of a back injury, a fellow patron offers him an Adderall to help him get through tomorrow’s hectic schedule. As he tucks it into a pocket, he removes a business card of one of the “twins” from the meet-and-greet. “They were hot!” he says. “And they were kissing each other.” So, then, why the brush-off? “I didn’t think we’d have anything to talk about,” he says, and then ambles over to join Connolly for one last round of Guinness. VICTORIA DE SILVERIO
Indie rockers the Muslims change name to the Soft pack Because there’s already a band in Akron called the Islamofascists
the Oscars We like pretty dresses. What’s your excuse?
Kanye West and ryan adams, magazine interns Probably a good time to mention this joke was transcribed by Billy Corgan
Will.i.am allegedly working with U2 on their ne w album Holograms get all the good gigs these days
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