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01-01-2004, 09:03 AM
I'm putting this here for one reason People kept putting Shania down for lip synching at the superbowl but according to this it's what every singer does at the superbowl if you'd like just skip to the part in bold the rest is just about jessica
Jessica Simpson live
No lip-synching this time when the pop ingenue sings the national anthem
Thursday January 01, 2004
Chris Rose
Unless Nokia had booked Paris Hilton to strip at halftime, it's hard to imagine how they could have arranged for a more contemporary and in-the-moment celebrity to headline the Big Game on Sunday night.
Pop starlet and reality TV ingenue Jessica Simpson is here to sing the national anthem. Since she revealed on her MTV show, "Newlyweds," that she sometimes doesn't know the difference between chicken and fish, nailing all the words to "The Star-Spangled Banner" might give her some defense against critics who say she's, well . . . dim.
I'm told by Sugar Bowl folks that, in a stark departure from entertainment norms these days, Simpson indeed will sing it live as opposed to lip-synching as they do in that inane pre-Super Bowl tradition that has made accomplished performers such as Jewel, Shania Twain and even Aaron Neville look pretty darn -- dare we say it? -- airheaded.
And the fact is, Simpson can sing. She is without peer as the perfect celebrity blonde for the dawning of a New Year.
She's got Pamela's body, Britney's cluelessness, Christina's voice and Anna Nicole's absolute insouciance.
What's not to love?
And she will blanket our senses in the coming year: Besides a second season of "Newlyweds" on MTV, she has signed a deal with ABC to make a sitcom; she is issuing lines of clothing, jewelry and cosmetics; she will likely grab the lead role in the upcoming big screen version of "I Dream of Jeannie," and I hear that the inane comments from her TV show ("I don't eat red meat," when offered Buffalo wings) are being collected into a book of, er . . . wisdom?
Simpson's husband and "Newlyweds" co-star, former boy-band heartthrob Nick Lachey, will also be in town this week, and MTV cameras will be filming their New Orleans escapades for a future episode. The couple filmed part of an episode here last season, at Tulane's homecoming festivities.
Simpson is no stranger to big events in New Orleans. I remember running into her at the Maxim Super Bowl party a few years ago, and I was reminded of this encounter when former NFL boy wonder Joe Namath showed up on TV the other night with an apparent whopper of a buzz on. He refused to answer any questions posed to him by ESPN correspondent Suzy Kolber and instead kept muttering: "I want to kiss you."
Good clean family fun in prime time.
Well, Namath was at that Maxim party, too, and he appeared to be in his cups (truth is, everybody did) and he was all over Simpson with the smooth moves and wandering eyes, and I'm pretty sure she had no idea who he was. (I can picture the conversation: He: "I played for the Jets." She: "You're a pilot! Awesome!")
It was about 1 in the morning, maybe later. Simpson must have been all of 19 at the time.
Anyway, I approached Namath to try to do a quick and casual interview, but he totally blew me off and hawked around Simpson for a few minutes until she totally blew him off, and then Namath stepped behind some curtains at Tip's Ruins and urinated.
In his defense, the Port-O-Let situation that night was dire indeed, and many in the throng were creating their own personal pee stations.
As for me, I then turned my attention to Simpson, who was far from an international sensation at the time. Pretty smile, I thought to myself: But really, I don't think this girl is going to go anywhere.
Man, can I pick 'em or what?
http://www.nola.com/sports/t-p/index.ssf?/base/sports-7/1072944032277230.xml
Jessica Simpson live
No lip-synching this time when the pop ingenue sings the national anthem
Thursday January 01, 2004
Chris Rose
Unless Nokia had booked Paris Hilton to strip at halftime, it's hard to imagine how they could have arranged for a more contemporary and in-the-moment celebrity to headline the Big Game on Sunday night.
Pop starlet and reality TV ingenue Jessica Simpson is here to sing the national anthem. Since she revealed on her MTV show, "Newlyweds," that she sometimes doesn't know the difference between chicken and fish, nailing all the words to "The Star-Spangled Banner" might give her some defense against critics who say she's, well . . . dim.
I'm told by Sugar Bowl folks that, in a stark departure from entertainment norms these days, Simpson indeed will sing it live as opposed to lip-synching as they do in that inane pre-Super Bowl tradition that has made accomplished performers such as Jewel, Shania Twain and even Aaron Neville look pretty darn -- dare we say it? -- airheaded.
And the fact is, Simpson can sing. She is without peer as the perfect celebrity blonde for the dawning of a New Year.
She's got Pamela's body, Britney's cluelessness, Christina's voice and Anna Nicole's absolute insouciance.
What's not to love?
And she will blanket our senses in the coming year: Besides a second season of "Newlyweds" on MTV, she has signed a deal with ABC to make a sitcom; she is issuing lines of clothing, jewelry and cosmetics; she will likely grab the lead role in the upcoming big screen version of "I Dream of Jeannie," and I hear that the inane comments from her TV show ("I don't eat red meat," when offered Buffalo wings) are being collected into a book of, er . . . wisdom?
Simpson's husband and "Newlyweds" co-star, former boy-band heartthrob Nick Lachey, will also be in town this week, and MTV cameras will be filming their New Orleans escapades for a future episode. The couple filmed part of an episode here last season, at Tulane's homecoming festivities.
Simpson is no stranger to big events in New Orleans. I remember running into her at the Maxim Super Bowl party a few years ago, and I was reminded of this encounter when former NFL boy wonder Joe Namath showed up on TV the other night with an apparent whopper of a buzz on. He refused to answer any questions posed to him by ESPN correspondent Suzy Kolber and instead kept muttering: "I want to kiss you."
Good clean family fun in prime time.
Well, Namath was at that Maxim party, too, and he appeared to be in his cups (truth is, everybody did) and he was all over Simpson with the smooth moves and wandering eyes, and I'm pretty sure she had no idea who he was. (I can picture the conversation: He: "I played for the Jets." She: "You're a pilot! Awesome!")
It was about 1 in the morning, maybe later. Simpson must have been all of 19 at the time.
Anyway, I approached Namath to try to do a quick and casual interview, but he totally blew me off and hawked around Simpson for a few minutes until she totally blew him off, and then Namath stepped behind some curtains at Tip's Ruins and urinated.
In his defense, the Port-O-Let situation that night was dire indeed, and many in the throng were creating their own personal pee stations.
As for me, I then turned my attention to Simpson, who was far from an international sensation at the time. Pretty smile, I thought to myself: But really, I don't think this girl is going to go anywhere.
Man, can I pick 'em or what?
http://www.nola.com/sports/t-p/index.ssf?/base/sports-7/1072944032277230.xml