'The Bachelor' singer shows us around Foggy London Town.

We're starting a new feature here on BBook.com: The Monday Mix. We're going to be digging up songs from both around the internet and what's being jammed at BlackBook HQ to get through the beginning of the week. This week: Jay-Z's balloon issues, Patrick Wolf's disco depression, and Karen O baring her bones.

With just over 48 hours to go, all our favorite leading ladies are frenetically booking last-minute lipos, emergency colonics, and marathon pilates classes -- while simultaneously managing miracle master cleanses. All of this in order to assure that they're able to squeeze into constrictive gowns while showing off a demure gait on the red carpet when Sunday rolls around. And while this year's best ladies (and their supporting counterparts) effortlessly snag one headline after another, even past grande dames of Oscar prominence are enjoying an uptick of increased notoriety. Sure, we won't care about more than three percent of all the winners come Monday morning (or today if you're betting by this leaked list of winners), but we can revel in everyone's temporary relevance anyway.

Indie Pop Prince Patrick Wolf on His New 'Battle'

Recent BlackBook cover girl Tilda Swinton is far too mythical and mystical to do something so transparent as record her own album (yeah, that's right ScarJo, we see right through you). She's always been more of a recite-spoken-word-on-a-similarly-androgynous-indie-folk-crooner's-new-album type of gal. So in keeping with perceptions, Swinton will be guesting on Battle, the forthcoming album from newly christened Madonna hater Patrick Wolf.

The last place you'd expect a gang of boulder-sized bouncers to beat up on a fairly popular indie darling noted for his flamboyance is on the stands of a Madonna gig. The fact that Patrick Wolf and his boyfriend endured traumatic assaults at one of her Madgesty's "Sticky & Sweet" shows from last fall is a horror that seems to upend the only logic that's fueled her mojo in the pop pantheon. But in defense of the bouncers, they weren't provoked. Squeamish conservative concertgoers (had they gotten lost on their way to a Nickelback show?) had complained that Wolf's insistent liplocking with his boyfriend was unnerving them.