Friday night, I went to see Aimee Mann
perform at the House Of Blues on the Sunset Strip. I hadn't seen her live since 2000 - when she was basking in all the Oscar nomination/Magnolia
glory - and I had forgotten how great she is live. Her latest CD, The Forgotten Arm
is okay, though still not as good as Bachelor No. 2
. Glen Phillips
, the former lead singer of Toad The Wet Sprocket
, opened for her. His performance was basically just him and an acoustic guitar for 45 minutes. I'm just thankful we got there late, and only caught his last 2 songs.
Last night I saw House Of Wax
, which is highly worth the 10 bucks just for Paris Hilton
's death scene. I don't think I've laughed so hard in years!
Not so laughable - and actually rather boring - was the ABC Primetime Live
special, "Fallen Idol." What an utter waste of time. I don't really care if Paula Abdul
banged Corey Clark
, that special had nothing redeeming about it. All it did was paint Clark as being completely shady.
Paula made an appearance on Saturday Night Live
last night, poking fun at her recent wave of bad news in the press. When life hands Paula lemons, she turns it into Crystal Light.