Gaga tossed her cookies midsong on stage in Barcelona on Saturday night at the Palau Sant Jordi arena. According to Buzzfeed, she was was singing The Edge of Glory, the 23rd song of her regular 24-song set.
She tweeted out a link to the YouTube video of it, saying, “Was praying nobody saw but actually its quite a good laugh if u need one!”
Gaga also turned heads with the claw handgear she wore on Sunday in London to promote her new fragrance, Fame. According to Sky News, fans booed Gaga after she arrived an hour late and didn’t stop to chat with her little monsters.
As recounted by USA Today and in graphic glory on YouTube, Stratford, Ontario’s Justin Bieberhad a mission with his new Believe tour, which kicked off Saturday at 18,000-seat Jobing Arena in this Phoenix suburb. It was to show that the 18-year-old was ready to eclipse the tween YouTube phenomenon and prove he was an entertainer of merit and endurance. … In an impressive embodiment of show-must-go-on bravura, Bieber succumbed to an upset stomach not once but twice during his 21-song set, leaving fans wide-eyed and concerned, only to then charge back on stage.
Bieber then powered through his Karate Kid theme song, Never Say Never. But a few thumps into Beauty and a Beat, his duet with Nicki Minaj (who provided her rap via a taped performance on a central video screen), the lanky singer vanished again, this time resulting in a complete halt to the show for a few minutes.
When he finally returned, Bieber had the poise and innate show-business smarts to come clean with the audience. “It’s hard for me, you know, not feeling great and throwing up in front of a bunch of people,” he said to laughs. “Will you love me even though I’m throwing up on stage?” Shrill shrieks. “OK, I wanted to give you my best show ever, so do you mind if I finish it?”
Justin Bieber is from Stratford, Ontario (that’s in Canada). I used to play hockey there as a kid, and thought the most hilarious thing was driving by the factory with the big Fag Bearings sign on the outside.
I was 12.
I also served as editor –in-chief down the road at the Ingersoll Times for all of eight weeks in 1988 (after a 6-month stint in Port Colborne, this was supposed to be a promotion).
In another case of dumbass food service workers, someone at the Ingersoll Dairy Queen thought this was a good idea.
Any food provider is only as good as its worst front-line employee.