Showing posts with label Brandi Carlile. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brandi Carlile. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Tank Top Tuesday: Music Edition

Music makes the people get together. Or at least that’s what Madonna said at the Super Bowl. But I think it also makes the people get sweaty. And when the people get sweaty, might I suggest they wear a tank top? Yeah. You saw that one coming. Today, as you might have guessed from the thrice-as-nice Pink, is all about musicians getting their tank top on. Or as Pink also illustrates, a little bit off.

Alicia KeysWas anyone else all “Whaaaat?” when you learned she was married to the CEO of Megauploads?

Brandi CarlileI had to miss her when she was in my area. I still have not forgiven myself.

Ani DiFrancoThere’s just something about a woman straddling a chair. And that something is hot.

FeistIs she going to give us some new music again? Soon, please.
p.s. Shoot, she did? Damn, never mind me & the rock I live under...

Michelle BranchI understand she’s gone country. If she keeps wearing stuff like this, I say yeehaw.

Tegan & SaraRemember when I met them over the summer? They definitely weren’t wearing this eye shadow then.

Missy HigginsShe went blonde. I know I’m not supposed to be noticing that, but oh well.

Meshell NdegeocelloPut on “Beautiful” for your girl and try to not get laid. Hint: It is impossible.

Emily HainesI could watch her dance around and play the tambourine on stage forever.

See, Madonna was right. Looking at musicians in their tank tops made us people come together. Happy Tuesday, kittens.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Tank Top Tuesday


The great thing about tank tops, besides their minimal fabric and maximum hotness, is the way they cling. A tank top knows how to fit the body. It knows where to hug and where to give. It’s a giver like that. So on someone like, say, Hope Solo, a tank top knows to get the hell out of the way, and just let that back do all the talking. Which, not entirely coincidentally, is precisely what I’m going to do as well.
Claudia BlackI probably should have watched “Farscape,” huh?

Nikki ReedI remember Nikki before she was in all this “Twilight” hoo-ha and just wanted to kiss Evan Rachel Wood.

Rosario DawsonRosario is one of the most consistent tank top wearers in the industry. Bless her generous heart.

Elisha CuthbertWho knew she was the kind of girl who liked to get drunk and to eat ribs?

Rhona MitraShe needs to be in more movies where she kicks things’ asses.

Brandi CarlileShe’s in my neck of the woods this week and I was too late to get tickets. No, I’m not crying.

Jenna UshkowitzI’m so glad the “Glee” writers remembered Jenna was on the show last episode.

Naya Rivera
Speaking of things on “Glee” I’m glad for.

Friday, October 23, 2009

My Weekend Crush

So Brandi Carlile made it official. When the she spoke with the LA Times earlier this month about her new album, “Give Up the Ghost,” Brandi also causally acknowledged what we all already knew – Yep, she is gay. But that’s not really what matters. Sure, it’s fantastic. One more open, out star means one more little girl in Kansas maybe feels a little less alone tonight. But what really matters here is that voice. Good God, that voice. Spend any time with that voice and it’s hard not to fall head over heels. Strong. Clear. Rootsy. Vulnerable. Seductive. Unmistakable. In a world of cookie-cutter hits and autotuned superstars, Brandi reminds us that true talent needs only a guitar and microphone to mesmerize. Brandi’s songs wrap around you like an old friend, at once familiar and intensely personal. It’s the kind of music you can grow old with. And, with a little luck and a lot of talent, we’ll be hearing from Brandi for years to come. Happy weekend, all.

“Dreams,” the first single off “Give Up the Ghost.”


And my favorite, “That Year.”


p.s. A little “Pride & Joy” for the gals at Again Today.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Tank Top Tuesday

My Weekend Crush last Friday had the added benefit of reminding me that I really don’t post about music enough. Granted, I’m no music blogger. While I love every buttery morsel of pop culture, I’ve always have been more of a film/TV connoisseur than a music aficionado. In fact, the breadth of my musical abilities involved reaching over and turning on the radio. Over the years, for whatever reason, my consumption of music has gone from obsessive to casual. Who knows why: lack of free time, lack of attention span, lack of auditory acuity. But that doesn’t mean my enjoyment of music has decreased, nor has my admiration for the musicians. And somehow the music sounds even better when they’re wearing tank tops. Funny how that works.

Alicia KeysNothing gay about this picture, nothing at all.

Brandi CarlileSee above.

Rachael Cantu & Missy HigginsThere are actually two things gay about this picture.

Missy & her armsSee above, again.

Tegan and SaraDid you know it’s really fucking hard to find a picture of both Tegan and Sara in tank tops? Did you know that the best I could do was these muscle shirty things? Did you know I love them, regardless? Well, now you do.

M.I.A.This is really more suspenders than a tank top. Close enough.

Feist1, 2, 3, 4 tell me that Feist should wear tank tops more.

Debbie HarryCall me, indeed.

Joan JettJoan Jett gets more chicks than you. This is just a fact.


See, told you.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Tank Top Tuesday

Music makes the world go around. Wait, or is it love? Oh, damn, I think it’s actually money. Whatever, close enough. Music can lift us up. It can inspire, transform, enlighten. Heck, it can just make us feel like tapping our toes. And, if we’re really lucky, it’s sung by hotties wearing tank tops. What? Just because music is deep doesn’t mean I can’t be shallow. So with that I give you Tank Top Tuesday: Music Edition. Everyone loves a rock star.

Missy Higgins, “Steer”Did I ever tell you about how I met Missy earlier this year after one of her shows? She was very sweet and very, very pretty. Hey, don't be jealous. Actually, no, totally be jealous. [Hat tip, Ching!]


Brandi Carlile, “Turpentine”Tank, vest, tats, tour with the Indigo Girls. No further comment.


Kaki King, “Playing With Pink Noise”Magic fingers, magic fingers!


Alicia Keyes, “Superwoman”All she needs is a big red “S” on her tank top.


Northern State, “Better Already”It's a bird! It's a plane! It's awesome chicks rapping with rainbows. [Hat tip, Scribegrrrl!]


Rilo Kiley, “The Moneymaker”Yep, porn stars. You’re welcome.


Bebe, “Siempre me quedara”I have no idea what she is saying. Good thing “wet tank top” needs no translation. [Hat tip, Grinmistress!]


L.P., “Good With You/Cling To Me”It's like Shane and Slash had a curly-haired lovechild.

What can I say, I'm a sucker for a gal who stops by to say “hi.” Plus, gosh, that “Wasted” song sounds awfully familiar.