Author Topic: Kid Rock and Lil wayne together on stage (lmao @ wayne with the guitar) (Read 187 times)

Elano · « **on:** November 17, 2008, 12:44:39 AM »

Unless you had taped episodes of Gossip Girl, True Blood, 30 Rock, The Office, Skins, and Yo Gabba Gabba! to watch (like me), then Wednesday night's Country Music Awards was txt-yr-BFFz appointment television. Why? Well, it sure as hell wasn't for scintillating thunder-and-lightning cohosts Brad Paisley (forgot to wear his lifts) and Carrie Underwood (can't remember her last meal), who reached John McCain-like levels of cue-card clumsiness.

Nor was it for the latest in an endless parade of promo spots by warbling blonde teen automoton Taylor Swift (is there any artist, aside from maybe Led Zeppelin, who more unites aging white-guy rock critics?) No, the big CMA hype was for faux-Martian axeman/MC Lil Wayne, who was scheduled to appear with faux-redneck axeman/MC Kid Rock, and perform the shit-kickin' millionaire's werewolves-of-Alabama blight on 2008, "All Summer Long."

Admittedly, the idea of Weezy crashing the country-music megachurch and potentially rapping about venereal disease and Xanax prisons and oh, the devil, was pretty enticing. Unfortunately, it was a massive non-event, as Mr. F. Baby simply stood onstage innocuously in a football jersey and shades and fedora and pretended to pluck at the strings of his guitar (imagine Jim Belushi at a Blues Brothers concert circa 1997). He didn't rap, nobody introduced him, and he barely looked up at the non-plussed audience. At best, he was Kid Rock's cred trophy, like Run-D.M.C. years before. All Wayne's no-show revealed was how awkwardly lily-white the country world remains. He's never looked more like an alien.

Hoodlum204 · « **Reply #1 on:** November 17, 2008, 03:29:18 AM »

Not Sure If U Know But Wayne Can Actually Play The Guitar. Just Saying!

penenstamp · « **Reply #2 on:** November 17, 2008, 03:33:50 AM »

Quote from: The Krasnoe Dinamo on November 17, 2008, 12:44:39 AM

Admittedly, the idea of Weezy crashing the country-music megachurch and potentially rapping about venereal disease and Xanax prisons and oh, the devil, was pretty enticing. Unfortunately, it was a massive non-event, as Mr. F. Baby simply stood onstage innocuously in a football jersey and shades and fedora and pretended to pluck at the strings of his guitar (imagine Jim Belushi at a Blues Brothers concert circa 1997). He didn't rap, nobody introduced him, and he barely looked up at the non-plussed audience. At best, he was Kid Rock's cred trophy, like Run-D.M.C. years before. All Wayne's no-show revealed was how awkwardly lily-white the country world remains. He's never looked more like an alien.