Fugger: Steven Tyler

Grammy Awards Fugs and Fabs: The Dudes

The men kind of brought it last night. Sometimes “it” was sexy, snazzy hotness, and sometimes “it” was CRAY CRAY CRAZY, but either way, we appreciate them playing.

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Casual Fuggerday: Steven Tyler

In fairness, he may simply be conducting a social experiment to see how many people give him spare change.

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Oh, Steven. I know it’s your thing, this aesthetic — I do.

But you look like a lost member of St. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, who went on walkabout 40 years ago and just got spat out by a sandstorm in the Sahara after having spoken to nobody in decades but a sympathetic rug merchant and a cactus named Fran. I think I can smell those pants through my computer. I wonder if we’ll watch a lot of auditions from Idol hopefuls this year (that’s where he’s supposedly headed) that are extra-astonishingly nasal, because they’re trying to sing without breathing through their noses. STEVEN. You can be Steven Tyler without looking like a wilted flower child. I do believe this.