Who cares. She fucked up, whoops - big deal. Move on.

The black eyed peas offended me more than anything. Their own music is shit-awful enough to warrant the maximum amount of auto-tuning available by modern technology, especially live in concert—but then they had to bring Slash up there to idly play guitar while Fergie viciously butchers and mutilates Sweet Child of Mine, all the while Slash is standing there letting it happen.

I agree that was horrible. But I'm not sure Slash, while later that night sleeping on a pillow of $100 dollar bills, was really put out by the 30 seconds.

That song sucks anyway

I miss the days of wardrobe malfunctions...at least those screw ups made me glad I didn't completely waste 4 hours. Last night, yawn.

Who doesn’t love a rock star who manages to screw things up off stage and now on stage too?

http://scallywagandvagabond.com/2011/02/ch…

"...And the rascals we fought..."