shame on you robert smith… shame. on. you.
Wednesday, April 4th, 2007
are you fucking kidding me??
how does a no-talent twit like ashlee simpson score these contributors (and by contributors I mean writers)? pitchfork media reports:
Plasticine-faced pop auteur and slept-on sibling Ashlee Simpson deserves a little credit; most prefab sprouts would’ve given up the ghost-vocals after an ill-timed late-night hoedown like hers. But Ash (or, more likely, Papa Joe) don’t take no mess, and she’s soldiered on, issuing the tough-as-nails I Am Me, taking a role in a London stage-production of Chicago, and, now, as EW.com reports, announcing a truly-bizarre but potentially cred-boosting list of contributors for her upcoming third album.
John Legend, Timbaland, the unfamous guy from the Neptunes, the dude from Keane that didn’t go to rehab, perpetual should’ve been Kenna: the only eyebrow Ashlee’s amassed agenda of collaborators raises is the absence of total whore Scott Storch (maybe Timmy shooed him off).
But when you add Robert Smith– yes, that Robert Smith, the one from the Cure/that poster in your bedroom from when you were 15– into the fray, you’ve tipped the scales of incredulousness. Is this an April Fool’s joke, Entertainment Weekly?!
man, Papa Joe must suck a mean dick…
