Now that life as we know it has ground
to a halt following the second coming of Yeesus and his marriage to Betty Boomba Kardashian- and an uneasy and surprising roaring silence about it all even from those purveyors of all things mediocre- where does one go to live again?
Well, the fallout from the Kimye extravaganza are still being felt- kinda loudly- with reports of brother Robert Kardashian ditching attending the Kimye love-in and rushing back to Los Angeles after his loving sister was, apparently, angry that he hadn’t shed weight for her big day- and the photographers.
Yeesus, this is a weird world with another year and some karaoke singer becoming the new American Idol where I blanked out on watching the show after it all became one big boring ego turn and where J-Lo’s wardrobe became the star.
To add to the misery of it all and just how artists are duped, 19 Recordings, owned by long-time friend Simon Fuller who created the “Idol” juggernaut, is in a game-changing legal battle with Sony Music for various, er, “discrepancies” in the royalties paid to artists from “Idol’ regarding digital sales.
Then- and still- no one can name even one winner from The Voice or remember any recordings from them, the One Direction/Harry Styles hype is looking more and more like the last days of Take That, and, after years of goopy crap about the “solid marriage” of Mr Coldplay and Ms Goop, news is that the former is off and running with former model Alexa Chung.
Meanwhile, apart from her singularly awful new record titled er, Hello, Kitty, described as being “racist”, which proves just how rabidly forced and trite pop music has become, Avril Lavinge- remember her singing one track years ago in Mandarin to reach the China market?- seems to have fallen on tough troll times- and not just because of the collapse of her year old marriage- her second.
In Brazil, fans had the dubious “pleasure” of paying £200 to be photographed with the singer- even the horrendously protective Stones management doesn’t get THIS weird-but needing to keep their distance from the Hello, Kitty chanteuse whose every fucking song sounds the same as Toni Basil’s old hit M-I-C-K-E-Y.
Finally, to show that he’s still goofy, relevant and looking more and more like Billie Jean King, Sir Reg makes an appearance on the very bizarre new Fall Out Boy video.
As a PS and to show how the worlds of show business collide and become part of this social media-driven and E! world, there’s just been the very abrupt end by golf star Rory McIlroy to his planned marriage to Danish tennis pinup girl Caroline Wozniacki.
It’s really getting too dark, too dark to see and one has to wonder if we’re knocking on heaven’s door, but that no one’s there, or else, someone won’t let in all the stragglers and clowns as there is way too much phoniness and trickery going around in a truly dumbed down world.