Yep you guessed it!
Ms Crazy Abdul Herself!Wild Thing!
Paula Abdul lets us tag along for a day in her crazy life
by
Joe Rhodes
Paula Abdul Where Paula Abdul goes, cameras follow.
And not just the new-breed paparazzi, that expanding army of lensmen who roam greater Los Angeles 24-7 in pursuit of famous faces. No, Paula's cameras are invited. On a beautiful June morning, for instance, as she arrives in a cream-colored Range Rover at a North Hollywood dance studio, she is greeted by the crew that follows her every day for her new Bravo behind-the-scenes reality show, Hey, Paula, plus the crew from Access Hollywood that is following the Hey, Paula crew. Also in tow is a Paulacentric parade of helpers including assistants, makeup artists, hair and wardrobe stylists and publicists. It almost seems like an oversight that her four beloved Chihuahuas are not present.
She's here to audition hopefuls for an improv dance project to be called "Paula Abdul's Shut Up and Dance Troupe." There are more than 30 dancers, all of them young and lean and outrageously dressed in getups like tiger-striped pants and blonde-Afro fright wigs. They've been told to come dressed as characters of their own choosing but prepared for any suggestions Paula might throw out.
"What's being created," she tells them, her voice clearer than her explanation, "is a worldwide recognition of dance. But it's also a variety/game show." The dancers seem confused, but game. Over the next three hours, Paula asks for their interpretations of various commands. She asks them to take off one piece of clothing, to pretend they are climbing out of a box, to act like a fish out of water. At one point she just starts barking out bizarre word associations.
"John Travolta!" she yells. "Pee-wee Herman!" "Play in a sandbox!" "Smell your armpits!" "Pick your nose!"
The idea behind Hey, Paula (also the title of a pop-music hit from 1962, the year Paula, a Southern California Valley Girl with Syrian Jewish ancestry, was born) was to show a side of her life that the public doesn't see. It's a rebuttal to her loopy American Idol image, indisputable evidence that she is not the scatter-brained nutjob the tabloids frequently make her out to be. Rather, she's a hardworking entrepreneur who has stayed in the public eye for more than 20 years, first as an award-winning choreographer, then as a pop star and now as an Idol judge. A woman who has triumphed in spite of well-publicized personal problems and some not-so-well-documented physical maladies.
"I've endured life journeys that people never in a million years would ever think of experiencing," she says later, sitting on an Ab Lounge chair in a leopard-print-carpeted room of her Sherman Oaks home, surrounded by her napping dogs Chomps, Tulip, Thumbelina and Bessie Moo. "I have risen from the bowels of hell and come out tripping and singing and dancing. I've always been counted out, but I come back, like a stealth warrior."
Visit BravoTV.com for Hey, Paula videos, games and more.
Paula Abdul lets us tag along for a day in her crazy life
by
Joe Rhodes
Paula Abdul Where Paula Abdul goes, cameras follow.
And not just the new-breed paparazzi, that expanding army of lensmen who roam greater Los Angeles 24-7 in pursuit of famous faces. No, Paula's cameras are invited. On a beautiful June morning, for instance, as she arrives in a cream-colored Range Rover at a North Hollywood dance studio, she is greeted by the crew that follows her every day for her new Bravo behind-the-scenes reality show, Hey, Paula, plus the crew from Access Hollywood that is following the Hey, Paula crew. Also in tow is a Paulacentric parade of helpers including assistants, makeup artists, hair and wardrobe stylists and publicists. It almost seems like an oversight that her four beloved Chihuahuas are not present.
She's here to audition hopefuls for an improv dance project to be called "Paula Abdul's Shut Up and Dance Troupe." There are more than 30 dancers, all of them young and lean and outrageously dressed in getups like tiger-striped pants and blonde-Afro fright wigs. They've been told to come dressed as characters of their own choosing but prepared for any suggestions Paula might throw out.
"What's being created," she tells them, her voice clearer than her explanation, "is a worldwide recognition of dance. But it's also a variety/game show." The dancers seem confused, but game. Over the next three hours, Paula asks for their interpretations of various commands. She asks them to take off one piece of clothing, to pretend they are climbing out of a box, to act like a fish out of water. At one point she just starts barking out bizarre word associations.
"John Travolta!" she yells. "Pee-wee Herman!" "Play in a sandbox!" "Smell your armpits!" "Pick your nose!"
The idea behind Hey, Paula (also the title of a pop-music hit from 1962, the year Paula, a Southern California Valley Girl with Syrian Jewish ancestry, was born) was to show a side of her life that the public doesn't see. It's a rebuttal to her loopy American Idol image, indisputable evidence that she is not the scatter-brained nutjob the tabloids frequently make her out to be. Rather, she's a hardworking entrepreneur who has stayed in the public eye for more than 20 years, first as an award-winning choreographer, then as a pop star and now as an Idol judge. A woman who has triumphed in spite of well-publicized personal problems and some not-so-well-documented physical maladies.
"I've endured life journeys that people never in a million years would ever think of experiencing," she says later, sitting on an Ab Lounge chair in a leopard-print-carpeted room of her Sherman Oaks home, surrounded by her napping dogs Chomps, Tulip, Thumbelina and Bessie Moo. "I have risen from the bowels of hell and come out tripping and singing and dancing. I've always been counted out, but I come back, like a stealth warrior."
Visit BravoTV.com for Hey, Paula videos, games and more.
1 comment:
first!!!!!...they do it on perezhilton....now i do it on yours.
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