James Taylor was asked to sing "The Star-Spangled Banner" at Game 2 of the World Series in Boston Thursday night. Too bad he started singing "America the Beautiful" (which he later performed during the seventh-inning stretch, therefore making the mistake slightly more understandable).
In what can only be considered as proof that the demographic for Matthew Perry's new comedy is old people, James Taylor popped up in last night's episode. What happened next—a duet that seemed never-ending—is just inexplicable.
Liza Minnelli turns 63 today. Darryl Strawberry is 47. James Taylor is turning 61. Massachusetts Governor Mitt Romney is turning 62. Playwright Edward Albee is 81. Pete Doherty is 30. Author Dave Eggers is turning 39. Publicist Ken Sunshine is 61. Director Rob Cohen (The Fast and the Furious, XXX) is 60. Al Jarreau is turning 69. Actor Aaron Eckhart is 41. Novelist Carl Hiaasen is 56. SportsCenter anchor Steve Levy is 44. And the most famous male porn star in history, Ron Jeremy, is 56 today.
Amy Poehler pushing her new baby boy, Archie, in a stroller ... John Leguizamo riding his bike down the street ... Kirsten Johnston talking on her cell phone ... Nicole Kidman outside the premiere of Australia, just after Hugh Jackman made his arrival ... Kelly Ripa and husband Mark Consuelos unveiling Cartier's holiday windows ... James Taylor arriving at his hotel, followed by Faith Hill and Tim McGraw ... and Katie Holmes walking down the street with Suri.
- On her new album, Britney Spears allegedly has a song called "ATM" where she sings, "Hey Mama, I know it's my cash you seek." After being hospitalized in January and February, Spears stabilized her life and won increased visitation with her two sons, only to have her handlers push her back into various work endeavors. Point being, the song is probably more than mere celebrity whining, and I will actually purchase it on iTunes! (JUST LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE, etc.) [Mirror]
Vacationing in the Hamptons is all about listening to James Taylor while you fight back bitter tears and drinking a swimming pool's worth of gin. But you can't drink all the time, right? Surely not during that private time when you shuffle into your clam-diggers and knit cardigan and firmly affix your wig? Oh, wait. You can drink then, too. It's called having a "dresser".