Thank God ‘Third Town’ is no longer embarrassing themselves and our city on Nashville Star. Odd that the singer based his appearance on Todd Cleary of Wedding Crashers. “Wanna play tummy sticks, anyone!?”
Love the title of Brad Paisley’s new single. You keep telling yourself that, buddy… Speaking of song titles, Jo Dee Messina’s current smash is also quite aptly named.
Apparently Billy Ray Cyrus was “shocked and surprised” by the photos of daughter Miley in Vanity Fair. Was he oogling her breast so much DURING the photo shoot that he did not realize what was going on?
I recently heard the Flat Rascal’s new tune, “Bob that Head.” I think that they need to keep their private conversations with Cody Alan just that – private.
With the recent influx of the Hollywood Hillbilly wannabe’s, country music is becoming as fake as Jennifer Nettles’ accent.
I see Hazel Smith is still writing columns for CMT.com. That must be part of their Vanderbilt “Special Needs” employment program.
It doesn’t say much for Sara Evans career that she and new hubby decided to move to Alabama because “he needs to be there for work.”
I hope Gretchen’s recent education can afford her a job. She hasn’t had a hit since early 2005’s “Homewrecker.” Speaking of homewreckers, I wonder what Miranda Lambert is up to these days…
Someone in A&R “Should’ve Said No” to Taylor Swift’s dreadful new tune.
Here’s secretly hoping that artist/egoist Toby Keith’s new movie is every bit as successful as fellow singer Jessica Simpson’s latest, Blonde Ambition. (grossed a total of $348 opening night)
After picking up a 6-pack of Sam Adams from a local grocer over the weekend, I accidentally tripped over a live-sized poster of our favorite nasal womanizer, Kenny Chesney.