Pat Benatar can still rip the chords out of her vocal chords and has, according to my calculations, about 8million times the talent of her daughter in a head-setted and lip-synching girlie band called GLO. Pat did all her hitz and the way-over-cap. crowd was absolutely claustrophobic: I wanted to leave and had to stay until post-encore backstage as it would have been impossible to get the backstage gate open, let alone leave. A man with a mullet was carried out by security for being drunk and disorderly but everyone backstage felt it might have been due to his unfortunate hair styling choice. Another man was taken away and one of the techies yelled What's wrong with HIS hair? (He had no mullet, lest you're not getting this rock and roll humor) Before her encore Pat, ten feet from me, floofed her hair and reapplied make-up. That's a chick rocker, to be sure. Tonight I photographed Janet Jackson and dig this: SHE WAS LIP-SYNCHING. Sad but true. How do you think these artistes can dance so hard and sing? They aren't. Believe me, I'm standing within lip-synching-detection's distance from these moments. Tomorrow: more musical mayhem. To boy colleague who left fresh new bottle of beer on my car - mercury buckets. Bye now, your favorite and funniest N.
ps: celebrity guest bartending last night meant more than my fair share of tequila, just the way life should be - more more more for me.