I know ya’ll watched the vh1 Divas: Salute to the Troops last night.
Are we still pretending that Katy Perry can sing? (Furthermore, are we still pretending that RB exercises matrimonial fidelity despite persistent rumors to the contrary?) After a cute Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy moment, vocals heavily supported by Hilson and Nettles, Perry turned out a tired-ass song, basic choreo, and an embarrassing harness glitch. Peddle your low rent, tit-jiggling, cheesecake shtick elsewhere Perry.
Ann and Nancy Wilson murdered Crazy and showed these young-ass bitches how it’s done. Slow your roll Grace Potter, aka, Heidi Klum circa 2008. You can sing, but if Ohh La La is lyrically your best, there’s ample room for improvement.My girl Minaj looked super nervous. I think she was struggling with her Louboutins. Not sure why Right Thru Me is the song she’s decided to clean up and take live. It is nowhere near the best track on Pink Friday, a record that grows on me more and more with each listen. Vocally, she put tone-deaf Katy Perry to shame on Girls Just Want to Have Fun. Paramore played via satellite from Camp Arifjan in Kuwait, and as usual Hayley Williams shows a lot of promise (though clearly not in the realm of fashion, gurl screams Franklin, TN). Go on and judge, but nothing holds a candle to Misery Business. Bonus points for making me momentarily not hate that Foo Fighters song.