Post by Fuggle on Apr 6, 2006 12:38:47 GMT -5
We Brit you not
Julia Raeside
About time
someone took
the Pistols
MegaStar says: ‘Put the rock ’n roll back into the Brits before we die of macrobiotic boredom.’
Organisers of next year’s Brit Awards are already drawing up their wish-list for a line-up that promises to cause a bit of controversy.
After several years of Coldplay getting millions of nominations and James Blunt sipping herb tea backstage, they’ve decided things need spicing up a bit and we’re right behind them.
Gone are the days when a disgruntled rock star would get trollied, grab the mic and start hurling abuse at their record label or a rival band.
Now it’s all fey singer-songwriters, getting along with each other and holding the doors open for each other because their mothers taught them that politeness costs nothing. Borrrrrrring!
Next year, plans are afoot to go back to showing the ceremony live on television. If that didn’t give it enough of an edge, the people behind the mega-budget show are thinking of inviting The Sex Pistols along.
They figure, if they dish out a lifetime achievement award to Johnny Lydon and the boys, they might be repaid with a bit of punk-style bad behaviour.
Other dust-ups at Brit Awards gone by have included Jarvis Cocker waggling his bum at Michael Jackson during his ludicrous performance of Earth Song and Chumbawumba’s Danbert Nobacon chucking a glass of water over Deputy PM John Prescott.
Now we’ve seen Lydon do a stint on I’m A Celebrity… Get Me Out Of Here, we know he’s still as nutty as a fruitcake. So anything could happen. We’ll be tuning in.
Julia Raeside
About time
someone took
the Pistols
MegaStar says: ‘Put the rock ’n roll back into the Brits before we die of macrobiotic boredom.’
Organisers of next year’s Brit Awards are already drawing up their wish-list for a line-up that promises to cause a bit of controversy.
After several years of Coldplay getting millions of nominations and James Blunt sipping herb tea backstage, they’ve decided things need spicing up a bit and we’re right behind them.
Gone are the days when a disgruntled rock star would get trollied, grab the mic and start hurling abuse at their record label or a rival band.
Now it’s all fey singer-songwriters, getting along with each other and holding the doors open for each other because their mothers taught them that politeness costs nothing. Borrrrrrring!
Next year, plans are afoot to go back to showing the ceremony live on television. If that didn’t give it enough of an edge, the people behind the mega-budget show are thinking of inviting The Sex Pistols along.
They figure, if they dish out a lifetime achievement award to Johnny Lydon and the boys, they might be repaid with a bit of punk-style bad behaviour.
Other dust-ups at Brit Awards gone by have included Jarvis Cocker waggling his bum at Michael Jackson during his ludicrous performance of Earth Song and Chumbawumba’s Danbert Nobacon chucking a glass of water over Deputy PM John Prescott.
Now we’ve seen Lydon do a stint on I’m A Celebrity… Get Me Out Of Here, we know he’s still as nutty as a fruitcake. So anything could happen. We’ll be tuning in.
