"For one thing, we decided to sing softly at sound check, because our microphones were always turned down to half the volume that Diane's was set at."—Mary Wilson explains how her mike ended up just as loud as Miss Ross' during The Supremes reunion at Motown 25.
If I'm being honest, I really don't care about the Super Bowl, Beyonce or, for that matter, Destiny's Child. I don't have anything against them, but I can pretty much take 'em or leave 'em. Personal feelings aside, I do have a job to do, so I tuned into the halftime show like everyone else. Regarding the much-touted Destiny's Child reunion, I thought the half a song they did was fine. But it takes a ballsy gal to ask her former partners to sing backup on one of her solo hits. And wasn't it magnanimous for Beyonce to let Kelly Rowland and Michelle Williams each have a solo line? You know what would have been even better? If their mikes had been on! It would behoove all members of singing groups to read Mary Wilson's cautionary tale, Dreamgirl: My Life as a Supreme.
My interest was piqued when I heard that Beyonce's publicist tried to get various websites to remove certain photos from her client's performance. Why? The e-mail from the mouthpiece said, "As discussed, there are some unflattering photos on your current feed that we are respectfully asking you to change. I am certain that you will be able to find some better photos." Better, yes, but not as much fun as the ones on BillyMasters.com .
After losing a bet on the San Francisco 49ers winning the Super Bowl, Mario Lopez paid up by streaking through The Grove, where Access Hollywood is filmed. While I'm sure the unseasonably frigid temperature in L.A. didn't help in the bulge department, Mario showed he was a man of his word as he ran in his purple panties (from his own Rated M line of undies, naturally). If you missed it, you can check it out on our website.
Last week, I went to see The Deep Throat Sex Scandal, a play by David Bertolino. The first half of the play is about the straight-porn business, the political climate, free love, all that. We learned that the flick was released just as NYC Mayor Lindsay was trying to shut down the porno theaters. And that's what the second half of the play deals with. Although the notoriety made the film a hot ticket (once Jackie Kennedy goes, the term "porn chic" is used), it also led to numerous legal tussles—including defining what is obscenity and how far reaching is the First Amendment. This play owes a huge debt to the works about the gay-porn industry by Ronnie Larsen—specifically Making Porn and Shooting Porn (both of which also had long lives in the same venue—the Zephyr Theatre).
Bertolino's play is directed with great sensitivity by someone who knows this world inside and out—Jerry Douglas, one of the most prolific and lauded gay-porn directors of all time. When it comes to promotion, the producers have also picked up three tricks from the Larsen playbook—promoting the nudity in all ads, charging a premium for front row seats (which include a post-show meet-and-greet), and including bona fide stars onstage. Opening week, Sally Kirkland and Bruce Vilanch were fabulous in their cameos. In fact, the entire cast is good—with at least one (depending on your taste) very cute naked boy to look at. Upcoming special guests will include Christopher Knight and Nina Hartley. You can get more information at www.DeepThroatThePlay.com .
Remember all those people suing John Travolta? One of those guys is Fabian Zanzi, the Royal Caribbean crew member who claims Johnny dropped his robe and exposed his erect penis after asking for a "neck massage." Allegedly, Zanzi was offered $12K to go away—an offer he declined. Johnny's lawyer tried to get the suit thrown out of court. No dice. Then they tried to avoid trial and simply go through arbitration. The judge ruled it goes to court. Most pundits predicted that this turn of events would make a settlement amount skyrocket if Travolta didn't want details of his "neck massage" on live TV. And that's what seems to have happened. Hours after the judge's ruling, both parties dropped the case without any details being revealed. Let this be a lesson to you—if John Travolta asks you to rub anything, say "Yes!"
We're gonna slip in a quick "Ask Billy" question. Kevin in Seattle writes, "Did you see the guy who is the First Daughter's baby daddy on 1600 Penn last week? He's so hot. Is he related to the guy who played Jane Leeves' young boyfriend Lloyd on Hot in Cleveland?"
Not only are they related—they're the same person. Robbie Amell is a very hot 24-year-old actor from Canada who you might have also seen on Revenge or Pretty Little Liars. FYI, he's also in the new Chris Colfer flick Struck By Lightning. He may be straight, but he's still hot enough to turn up on BillyMasters.com .
I'm gonna slip in an extra celebrity nude—but, I must confess it's really the child of a celebrity. Snoop Dogg's son ... and let's stop there for a second—did you ever expect I would ever write the words, "Snoop Dogg's son?" Because I didn't. Anyway, his son allegedly took some nude photos in a locker room and sent them to some woman who then leaked them to her friends. Why? I can see about 10 reasons ... on BillyMasters.com .
When I'm writing about the children of people I don't care about, it's definitely time to end yet another column. I'm still laughing about Beyonce trying to suppress bad photos. If I did that, I'd disappear from the Internet completely—with the exception of www.BillyMasters.com, the site that holds nothing back. I'm off to the Filth2Go Beach House in Fort Lauderdale for the next few weeks, but I'm always just a mouse click away. Feel free to write me at Billy@BillyMasters.com and I promise to get back to you before John Travolta shows up on an RSVP Cruise. Until next time, remember, one man's filth is another man's bible.
