Scarred by its forays into tawdriness going a little too far, Vh1 has put out a press release touting its fall and winter schedule, which is actually anchored by more than one show that’s tangentially related to music. (This must be why its headline uses the word “rockin'” as a verb.) Perhaps the most interesting among them to Idolator readers is the rebirth of Behind The Music, the docudrama series that became so iconic, it inspired multiple parodies. (Being ideal fodder for weekend days spent on the couch, whether alone or in a Beavis And Butt-Head-ish situation with friends, surely helped.) What’s notable about BtM‘s forthcoming six-episode run is that a full 33% of its shows will be reruns, of a sort. More »
Poor Bret Michaels: He tongue-kisses his way across America and gets clocked by a piece of wayward Broadway scenery all in the name of keeping his name in the news beyond a “where are they now” mention, and the Googlers of this fine land still can’t figure out how to spell his first name. [Google Trends] More »
You have to feel for Bret Michaels. The Poison frontman took to the stage with his band at tonight’s Tony Awards–in an effort to show that he can use Sunday-night TV to promote his music career, and not just make out with various surgically enhanced women–and his performance of “Nothin’ But A Good Time” was capped by him getting clotheslined by a piece of scenery descending from the rafters. (The VH1 gods do not like to be teased.) No word on his condition yet, but apparently his nose isn’t broken. The clip of the band’s full performance is above; as you might expect, industrious YouTube users have distilled the clip down to its Bret-getting-clocked essence, and you can see that after the jump. More »
Welcome to the inaugural version of The Idolator Dozen, our new weekly countdown of notable-slash-positive happenings in the music world as decided by me. To answer your questions: “Why?”; “Ranking things is fun, duh.” “Why 12?”; “Because I like the number, and always have.” “What’s on the list?”; “Whatever I say, plus maybe a few things that I neglected to get to during the week.” “Why now?”; “Why not now?” “When will then be now?”; “Soon.” The top 12 after the jump!
Last month, Joe Elliott told an Irish newspaper that he thought his former Headbanger’s Ball cohorts Poison, Winger, and Warrant were “shite bands,” and that he was too busy chasing after the latest tunes by the Stereophonics to even think about touring with them. Well, Poison members Rikki Rockett and Bret Michaels were not happy to hear that news, especially since they’ve been doubting the veracity of his band’s live performances as of late. And Rockett wasn’t afraid to say something about that on his blog!
It’s the age-old pop star dilemma: the more famous you get, the younger your fans get–to the point where eventually, you may find yourself legally unable to put your penis in them. How does an unwitting rock and roll Barney deal with this awkward situation? If you’re Bret Michaels, you tell yourself that girls young enough to be your illegitimate daughter have been brought to your concerts by your “realness,” rather than the fact that you remind them of their negligent father if he wore guyliner. You stick to your guns, play the music you want to play, incorporate more western iconography into your poodle rock and almost two decades later, people watching your Vh1 reality dating show will see what a totally credible bad-ass you are. And so will the New York Times‘ Sunday Styles section.
Last night, Bret Michaels continued his run of TV exposure with an appearance on Don’t Forget The Lyrics, a show that, I admit, I would probably completely suck on because I am the queen of making syllables up to fit the words of certain songs. He gave up after being tripped up by the pre-chorus to Slade’s “Cum On Feel Tha Noize,” a song which he claims he can get right when he’s in his car. But can he get the melody right? Because there was a run of pretty rough notes there at the beginning. Cleanse your ears with Kevin DuBrow’s interpretation of the track, which is after the jump.
Richie Sambora should be visiting Dr. Drew’s Celebrity Rehab, but it looks like he’ll be hitting up a dozen floozies for the love and support that Heather Locklear and Denise Richards couldn’t provide instead. Yes, that’s right: The Bon Jovi guitarist will allegedly replace Bret Michaels for season three of Rock Of Love. The bandanna-wearing Poison frontman claims that he’s really found love with season two winner Ambre Lake, which means that his schedule is clear for him to turn his attentions to Look What The Cat Dragged In, a sitcom on MyNetwork TV about a party-hearty rocker who moves in with his uptight lawyer brother in Beverly Hills, played by Alan Ruck. Well, at least I’m hoping that happens.
