French singer Christophe Willem is a pretty distinct voice in pop music because, well–let’s not sugarcoat things–he sounds just like a pop princess.
Willem’s voice is really, really high, petite and pleasantly coquettish, which lends itself to some spectacular synth-pop production. In a lot of ways, he’s the French male version of Kylie Minogue (and perhaps a little bit of Britney to boot.) In fact, he even released B’s unused, deeply underrated Blackout-era track “State of Grace” in 2009–retitled “Entre Nous et le Sol.”
After winning the fourth season of Nouvelle Star of France in 2006 (that’s like France’s Idol, FYI), Willem’s gone on to release three studio albums including 2011′s Prismophonic, which was crafted alongside some of the industry’s finest: Kylie music maestro Steve Anderson, Hannah Robinson, Lisa Greene, Biff Stannard, Richard X and Ash Howes, among others. (Essentially, the ultimate pop dream team.)
Accordingly, Prismophonic is all shades of pristine pop, full of lush production and heaven-sent melodies. It’s quite genuinely free of flaw–and the deal just got even sweeter: Two weeks ago, Willem released Love Shot Me Down, the English version of his amazing 2011 record, which is unsurprisingly divine. (And this time, it’s singalong-able!)
LITERALLY KILL THE LIGHTS AND STOP YOUR ENTIRE LIFE.
Earlier this evening in New Orleans, Adam Leber and Larry Rudolph joined Beyonce onstage at the Super Bowl halftime show dressed as Kelly Rowland and Michelle Williams. (Leber was the one dressed as K-Row, obviously–the legs were the dead giveaway.) Immediately after their performance, the two snuck into the electrical room and flipped the power switch to plunge the Superdome into total darkness, supplying the first round of early promo for Blackout 2.0.
While all that was going down, the Queen of Pop was busy munching on a yogurt parfait from a Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf and tweeting with her dog Hannah Spears because…well, why not? Doesn’t everyone? There’s nothing weird about that! Not at all.
The conversation went like so:
Mommy, are dogs allowed to gamble in vegas? Gonna cash all my bones in for chips
— Hannah Spears (@hannahspears) February 4, 2013
I don’t think so honey #VivaLasVegas
RT @hannahspears Mommy, are dogs allowed to gamble in vegas? Gonna cash all my bones in for chips
— Britney Spears (@britneyspears) February 4, 2013
BUT WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN?
No one can be 100% certain, but it sure sounds like a subtle confirmation of those Las Vegas residency rumors.
In the meantime, I’ve already cleared out my life savings, sold my social security number to a Russian mobster and listed both kidneys on the black market to have enough to rent a room at both Caesars Palace and the Hard Rock Hotel for the next two years. Just in case.
IT’S VEGASNEY, BITCH.
If I have a lot of nervous energy, when I start dancing it all goes away and I just feel emotion. It’s like a rollercoaster. People think that when you go through something in life you have to go to therapy. For me, art is therapy, because it’s like you’re expressing yourself in such a spiritual way. Sometimes you don’t need to use words to go through what you need to go through. Sometimes it’s an emotion you need to feel when you dance, that you need to touch. And the only thing that can touch it is when you move a certain way.
- Hymns of For The Record, Psalms of Circus, Book of Godney 6:3-8
New Britney‘s on a mission.
Over the past month, B’s been heading out and about all over town–from hotel lunches to coffee runs to shopping sprees. And guess what? She’s only just begun (having her fun)! YEAH.
You know when it’s 2 in the morning and you’re home alone because no one invited you out which is just, like, whatever, so you decide to order a pizza for yourself while watching Crossroads and you’re all like, “Oh hi, I’d like a large cheese pizza with bacon, please,” because bacon is delicious and everything?
And then the pizza man/pizza lady/pizza person of non-specific gender is like “Well, sure! And you know what? Since they’re such popular toppings, we’re going to throw in pineapple, buffalo chicken, artichoke hearts and sardines too!”
And you’re like “I mean, thanks, but that’s not what I ordered. I’m only in it for the bacon. Surely I won’t even be able to taste the bacon underneath all that mess.”
And they’re like “Great! So your total is: BRING THE ACTION.”
It’s been a while since the last Daily B–all I needed was time, a moment that was mine–but I’m here now.
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