I'm gonna live forever
I'm gonna learn how to fly (High)
I feel it coming together
People will see me and cry
(Fame) I'm gonna make it to heaven
Light up the sky like a flame
(Fame) I'm gonna live forever
Baby, remember my name
All I have is stinkin' channel 13. So I turn it on last night and the only thing on was the "American Music Awards." I decided to watch it for a couple of minutes. I have been out of the pop music loop since 1988 and so I wanted to see what artist and genre of music is hitting it big.
The first person I saw sing was a lady named Lorde. Her song was so-so, her outfit was relatively fine, but she was having major convulsions and seizures as she sang. They panned to the crowd and the crowd loved it. Some were crying.
Next up, a guy named Pit-Bull with a shaved head and wearing sunglasses. He was singing one word the whole time,"Fireball", while scantily clad women danced around him. Not that impressive, but they panned to the crowd and the crowd loved it. And then another new boy band came on stage, all wearing skinny jeans and messy hair; "New Direction" the reincarnation of the Back-Street Boys. They panned to the crowd and the crowd loved it.
I had enough, but just watching that little bit of American pop-culture sent my mind a whirling:
Why are we so obsessed with Fame? Why do we cheer boys wearing skinny jeans on stage when we would mock them in the school room for wearing the same thing? Why does a girl having convulsions pass for genius? I would send her for some counseling if she sang like that in church? (Or we would probably call it the moving of the Holy Spirit).
Think about how obsessed we are by fame, we put up with a punk kid named Justin Beiber because he can sing a mindless song while 10 year old girls swoon. I would of loved to have Justin on my football team, just for one practice. Send him up the middle with the football and tell the line not to block...too much fun!
But why do we become brainless, uncritical and easily impressed when the stage lights go on? Think about who we have exalted over the years: Boy George, David Bowie, Sid Vicious, Micheal Jackson, Pink, Prince, Little Wayne and even Dolly Parton. Just because someone is famous we forget standards and exalt the absurd.
Oh well, maybe I am jealous. But either way, you will have to shoot me first before you ever get me to put on a pair of skinny jeans.