Brooks got better talent than the NBC Katrina relief benefit.
It’s the little secret of pop music.
Be they rockin’ rebel, gangsta rapper, tabloid witch, or hifalutin’ media-bashing prick who hasn’t been allowed near a 13-year-old girl since one turned up comatose in his hot tub, you pay them enough money and they’ll play at your little girl’s bat mitzvah.
Steven and Joe, we give you a pass because of Honkin’ on Bobo and Mark Hudson.
And because you’ve been refreshingly candid about rock ‘n’ roll whoredom.
Ciara, you’re cool because we never heard of you.
But 50 Cent? Oy! (Isn't this from that James Toback flick, "Get Rich or Die Shrayen"?)
And Don Henley? Live this one down!
Ha! Forty one years ago, this was commentary: