Ke$ha (or as I prefer to think of her, Ke¢ha) was one of the featured acts on the 40th anniversary of the American Music Awards tonight.
Is that, like, still a thing?. I mean, didn't Dick Clark die not so long ago? Shouldn't what he wrought be allowed to die with him? That only seems fair.
This performance is from X Factor Australia (as if that "strine" accent didn't give it all away), but it resembles the one she gave on the AMAs.
I don't know, but I'm pretty sure Ke$ha's crotch grabs and pelvic thrusts were autotuned.
To her credit, the AMA performance was quite spirited and delivered with a North Korean army-level of precision. And dare I admit this? "Die Young," like most of Ke$ha's tunes (auto or otherwise), is quite catchy.
My general sentiment about La Ke$ha remains the same: "So many records, so little lighter fluid." But, hey, a few more tribal dance numbers like this, and I could make an iTunes purchase.
Like all good porn, it would be best enjoyed shamefully, secretly, under of cover darkness, in the privacy of my own home, while wearing headphones . . . and a ball gag.
OK, I made up the part about the ball gag. Definitely not my style. That's just a premonition from Ke$ha's next video. You're welcome, America.
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