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Hello my eggs Florentine, Raymond Barre is causing you from beyond (shudder through your body).

New sinegueule Ricky Martin The Best Thing about me is you , has been unveiled yesterday (well, the clip, what). Well, let's be real, it's a bit of a stew. Looks like one of those videos of Yannick Noah in his underwear with people who believe in a pub United Colors of Benetton , but to justify this blatant disaster hearing, it must be said that Ricky has found peace Domestic and decided to broadcast around the world a message of love and tolerance. Musically, the coup, he approaches Corneille (singer, eh, not the playwright) and away from his rivals Latino Jennifer Lopez (still in the cabbage, this one) (someone has news about its future album that we announced two years ago, anyway?) or Enrique Iglesias (nu).

Fortunately, unlike Enrique, Ricky is beautiful (rhoooo).

It will still explain Where is Joss Stone, supposed to be featured on this thing. What is certain is that ten years ago, watching the video of She Bangs , we would have struggled to imagine what kind of music and philosophy-LGBT clip from the sex symbol Puerto Rican. "Life is short," "Equality", "Take a chance and hope for the best" ... All this smacks of exorcism of his years pre-coming-out, full nose, and the desire (perhaps a little business on the edges, but after all, no free lunches) to give the LGBT community a bit of moral support that she has certainly made it a little less than a year when, far from offended by his secretiveness and other false female conquests, she welcomed with open arms.

If coming out allows him to get better (which I'm sure) to find meaning in his life advocating for tolerance (which seems likely), and revive its Career Latin lover (which I'm really less safe), then let him sell us soup straight out of the songwriting of Jonathan Joyce is no big deal.

But anyway, Ricky, before (potentially) t'emmurer from Broadway to star in the musical Evita (persistent rumor) and therefore we do a Celine-Dion-syndrome-to-oblivion-of-Las Vegas, we tried to lay a pouffiasserie dancefloor to the likes of Livin 'La Vida Loca , it would be nice of you to urban , thank you.

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Good evening my waffles, Lauralee Bell is speaking to you.

Ay, after 23 the 24 and 25 , which does not really traumatized me or left a lasting impression, there is, my pike dumplings: they 11.1.11 is the symbolic date. The date reserved for the reductions under 25 are terminated and where my purchasing power will drastically reduce (he was just really need, want). 26 years of age is a bit rotten, actually. Finished the bloom of youth, finished the first half of the twenties, finished the quarter century (welcome to the second quarter, bitch), finished the courses, studies, which are cooked on weekdays rises fresh the next day morning. In short, welcome to the no man's land between the ages sound younger (20 - 21 - 22) and age whom the bell tolls (30). An age that does not mean much, which does not define the turbulent youth and the real skin aging (Note to self: invest [finally] in an anti-wrinkle, no complex).

Still, we're not going to complain. When I look at the dirty feeling that I had left in 2009 and its very disappointing 24 years, I can watch the 25 years that I leave behind me calmly, and even a tad nostalgic. It must be said that it has started badly, it got worse and worse and worse yet, before bouncing higher than before. The year of my 25 years (hence my twenty-sixth year, if you've always) (I know you hate it when I make this precise) is a bit, in Parisian life I lead willy-nilly for almost three years (three years, the cow), the equivalent of a comeback for Britney Spears in 2008: we no longer believed, and yet we did it! Moreover, to celebrate, this crane Britney has decided to release his new sinegueule a little while pourrave battery for my birthday (she texted me yesterday to tell me that it was a jar of wine personally for my lovely face, for me to stop talking about Lady Gaga).

All that to say that as each year comes the time for assessment of age (or year) that goes away, and prepare the ground psychotic mental age ahead. And this year, and it goes bah. It was a little roller coaster, but for now we can say that it ends like a Disney movie. No luck, however: as everyone knows, life does not stop (evil) fortunately not in this current boom period. But 2010 and 25 had started so badly and were eventually pinned so that 2011 and 26 years can only look at the musical explosion of Susan Boyle (bare) (all cover!), Right?

It's beautiful, I became optimistic ( "You can always dream, yeah!" ). Go to my 26 years, I become pop queen, I try to cross my concierge to find her head and yelled to the corridor when the bulb is broken , and j 'try to spend more than two consecutive days off in Paris. Say what you want, but as Madonna and gyms cellulitées for Mexican, I really grandiose plans when I get older.

So without regret: bye-bye 25, it was nice, we keep in touch and we remember, eh, and back up, 26, I'll eat.

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The tube 10 years ago: Madonna - Do not Tell Me Gayest Thing Ever

Happy New Year my ham!

So we entered the new decade (although in real life, you want to count 2010 as the first year of the decade 2010's) (this is WRONG, capiche?) and this section of the tube 10 years ago will finally have its real meaning: for it is from 2001 that the world has changed and that the 90's are dead (or almost). Smooth, the music industry and pop culture are about to cross their adolescent crisis, Britney Spears to lose her virginity, her hair and custody of his kids, Napster will mangling, reality TV will singers to start the chain, the blogosphere is born, the hype is going to invade the blogosphere ... what decade, my grated cheese!

Evolution is, anyway, already begun.

Do not Tell Me , making it the second sinegueule the album Music, released a few months (weeks?) Earlier. And frankly, who else would have had the idea in the wake of a universally acclaimed album Ray of Light as , to fetch a virtually unknown French (Mirwais) and attempt a kind of musical show based pop, electro and COUNTRY? One of the proofs, if any were needed, that after twenty years of career, Madoch was far from the end of the roll, still able to produce classic and create the trend (no thank her for only half the plaid shirts and the cowgirl look, for that matter) ...

There's more to be seen whether 2011 will bring us a new complete renewal of the Madoch.