Ahh, Hollywood. You can backpedal down a spiral staircase with a fresh death-row inmate and four photogs you don’t even like and STILL not suffer the concussion that is a red carpet event. I knew that going into my latest American Idol mission and asid…

‘Sir, do you have permission to be up here?””Permission?””Permission.””Like written permission?”I was stalling and the rent-a-cop knew it. He’d popped out of the stairwell door and caught me watching the sun rise over the Hollywood hills. A few feet aw…

‘Sir, do you have permission to be up here?””Permission?””Permission.””Like written permission?”I was stalling and the rent-a-cop knew it. He’d popped out of the stairwell door and caught me watching the sun rise over the Hollywood hills. A few feet aw…

In the third act of the most important film of our time, protagonist Navin Johnson hits rock bottom. Bankrupt and homeless, he abandons his beloved Marie, scoffing at the material possessions he once treasured.”I don’t need this or this. Just this asht…

In the third act of the most important film of our time, protagonist Navin Johnson hits rock bottom. Bankrupt and homeless, he abandons his beloved Marie, scoffing at the material possessions he once treasured.”I don’t need this or this. Just this asht…

In the third act of the most important film of our time, protagonist Navin Johnson hits rock bottom. Bankrupt and homeless, he abandons his beloved Marie, scoffing at the material possessions he once treasured.”I don’t need this or this. Just this asht…

Before jetting West, there was one other thing Shannon Smith and I had to do: catch up with our old pal Chris Daughtry. For weeks we’d been trying to rendezvous with the hometown hero, but February Sweeps and a rock star’s schedule kept pushing it back…