From here on out I'll be your commander.

Last year former destiny's child Kelly Rowland was a washed up girl band second banana whose label had milked her and left her washed up in some alley somewhere.

So that's the last we hear of her in this story right?

Nope.

Ms. Rowland shook herself off, picked her stilettos up and sashayed out of that alley instead and stormed the dance charts worldwide instead.

Her collaboration with French superstar DJ David Guetta on last years mega-hit, When Love Takes Over rocketed her back into the pop universe.

Now the two of them are back with another summer barnstormer off her upcoming new album, and Commander will get your attention.




I've heard another one of her new leaked tracks online, and lets just call Commander the tease, because Kelly Rowland's making the most of this second chance.

Beyonce who?

Three Lovely Divas, Some Poison and Some Butterflies

Continuing on some things that should have been posted a while back, here's a few superstars cavorting. One pair successfully. One, oddly less so.

First off, the one you've seen already. The one that made Beyonce semi-likeable (no, I'm not a huge fan), and Lady Gaga ever more eccentric. The one about telephones that somehow became a Thelma and Louise, Quentin Tarantino murder romance. The one that's already been parodied to death.

Yes, you either love it or you think it's just more of the deadly doom dance of the Haus of Gaga. Let's just say I'm looking forward to seeing the new blonde ambition live this summer.

Telephone - Lady Gaga featuring Beyonce


Now lets focus on another superstar in her own right. Except that instead of revealing midriffs, her superpower is often an accordion. Or in this case passing air.

I'll give Mexico's Julieta Venegas props for a sense of humor with this one, but farts don't usually turn into butterflies, nor can they make up for this mess of a video.

Thankfully the song stands up on it's own, a new addition to the stellar songbook that have made her huge south of the border. She's the real deal. If ever you have the chance to see her pull out her accordion live, you'll grant her some whimsy too.

Bien o Mal - Julieta Venegas

Rehab at the Grammy's

She may have gone to rehab, but you can't keep Amy Winehouse down. Amidst the big yawn they called tonight's Grammy Awards, my crack-habit darling gave notice that she may be no good, but she is far from out.

It was nothing short of electrifying, seeing her perform nervously and defiantly from London. Her caberet set defined the year in music. In a year of pop-star meltdowns, she stood her ground and let her voice speak for itself, remarkably.

Cheers to Mark Ronson too for getting his own props for her success.

Other highlights from the typically sluggish show:

Alicia Keys really needs to loosen up more often. I raved about her smash performance at the MTV Music awards, only to be bored to tears by her bland, carefully crafted videos. She killed it again tonight, with a little help from John Mayer.

Beyonce is quite the consummate entertainer, but even she seemed nervous next to Tina Turner, and for good reason. Retirement may have slowed Tina down, but her natural magnetism is apparently endless. It was great to see her back for another roll through the hits.

Daft Punk actually showed up to enable the continued desecration of one of their best songs.

I still love ya Rihanna, but were you really going for the Project Runway corn-husk dress look?

Otherwise, it was yet another bloated mess of a Grammy ceremony. I'm sure Herbie Hancock really jazzed up his Joni Mitchell interpretations, but, seriously, Album of the Year?

Call it a consolation ribbon, I guess, because along with all the other big awards, Amy Winehouse stole the show.