Anyone who makes a living by standing on a stage listening to horrible singers sing horrible songs night after night deserves whatever wealth he can garner in my opinion. It's a tortured existence. Especially when the majority of the songs are fabricated hip-hop garbage of the variety that makes me prefer soldering my testicles to a corrugated metal shed to sitting through it.
Plus the guy's stylist spends about 3 hours a day giving his hair that beloved meticulously disheveled look, which I'm sure is where the star came from.
Hollywood.
Plus the guy's stylist spends about 3 hours a day giving his hair that beloved meticulously disheveled look, which I'm sure is where the star came from.
Hollywood.