All three new songs are up at hear me yodel.

The Billboard Music Awards were on tonight, and Nickelback won for best single of the year. That's right - their stunning opus "How You Remind Me" was the most played Top 40 song of 2002. More than Nelly. More than Eminem. More than even Creed. Nickelback were also up for Rock Band of the Year, but that particular honour went to Puddle of Mudd (why two d's?). In other words, Pearl Jam beat Pearl Jam as the top dog.

Not familiar with Nickelback? Here's a sampling:

Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin'
Tired of livin' like a blind man
I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling
This is how you remind me
This is how you remind me of what I really am

It's not like you to say sorry, I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken for handing you a heart worth breaking
I've been wrong, I've been down, been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head scream "are we havin' fun yet?"

It's not like you didn't know that
I said I love you and I swear I still do
And it must have been so bad
Cause livin' with me must have damn near killed you

and now from Puddle of Mudd:

Met a girl, thought she was grand
fell in love, found out first hand
went well for a week or two
then it all came unglued

in a trap trip I can't grip
never thought I'd be the one who'd slip
then I started to realize
I was living one big lie

She fucking hates me
trust
she fucking hates me
la la la love
I tried too hard
and she tore my feelings like I had none
and ripped them away


Seems to be a bit of a theme....


Memo to America: stop embracing Canadian music. Did you not learn from Celine, Alannis, and the Bare Naked Ladies? (Who, alas, are neither ladies or naked.)

from Rollingstone.com:

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You'd be considered smart for giving Gangs of New York a miss simply because it stars the increasingly whiny DiCraprio, but if you do you'll miss one of the best performances by Daniel Day-Lewis, ever. Going way out of his range as a boxer, an Irishman, and an Irish boxer, he portrays a psychopathically violent nationalist who likes to drink and brawl and beat up people smaller than him. Go Daniel! I'm actually going to watch this movie because I have less and less to say in discussions of the worst movie of all time.