if… IF I were to blinkk this I would probably say…
because if ifs and ands were pots and pans there’d be no betta work for tinker’s hands, because pink wigs birthed millennial whiplash, because it’s the rhyme behind seasonal reason, because you’re not B and will never see it her way… because Britney didn’t have Twitter in 2007, because the traphaus was birthed in the wake of Kevin, because Miss Spears will remain the bad bxxch you’ll never know, because they shouldn’t have let her blackout the ‘net #work: nouveau decided to put on a show #luckystarswipgolden
I guess I should call this, “The Siege of The Warwick…”
but, left alone with a substantial supply of speed I forgot that I was heavily addicted to barbiturates and I started having strange compulsive behavior.
This was after I was done, well, I was shooting up every half hour, every twenty minutes on the half hour, thinking with each fresh shot I’d knock this nonsense out of my system, this physical disability I began to notice, namely convulsions, which lasted eight hours, during which I entertained myself while hanging on to, head down, hanging on to the bathroom sink, with my hind foot stomped against the drawer, trying to hold myself steady enough so I wouldn’t crack my stupid skull open.
Continue reading re:verse : “The Siege of the Warwick” – Edie Sedgwick
Celebrity serves the purpose of highlighting otherwise opaque social relations, conflicts, concerns, and realities.
That which is the fueling, seemingly banal, everyday existence of the masses doesn’t manifest itself into anything of social significance, until an icon framed to represent and vividly portray the beautiful burden of an attributed demographic brings it into public discourse.
The celebrity brings with it an entire economy. It is the commodity, the product and property of a corporate entity, a media monarch within the greater sphere of private ownership of a public institution – a public figure within capitalist society. Money, power, and reference run through iconographies.
Equally, celebrity brings with it an entire ideology. It is the character, the product and property of a ruling class. It may reinforce, resist, reject, or repudiate the standing social order. It is also the product and property of the masses from which it emerged, and which it directly influences and impacts – it is the manipulated mouthpiece of an increasingly superficially divided monoculture.
Continue reading Vinyl Cut Prose: On the curious case of celebrity and contemporary culture…
In the wake of G.U.Y.’s media blitz d’etat let’s look at what might be lingering behind the
if 27 is the new black, 28 stays golden: now look who’s back collective funeral of roses #roselandfuneral
I don’t know what ARTPOP means for anything but I can’t shake the feeling that whatever it will inevitably become started long ago, is in continuous present perpetuation, and is simultaneously happening in increasing measure well into the future… that being said: it could be an ongoing Shakespearean three act play #byanyotherfame
#entitledanothertimeiwasangry that time when GaGa kicked off a seven-show residency to close out Manhattan’s legendary Roseland Ballroom. Basically, she memorialized her golden birthday with a 10-day funeral … at practically the one place where you couldn’t land a gig on the come-up the famed Manhattan concert venue… #andthisisthefamed
I’m not sure what ARTPOP means for incumbent entertainment venue institutions but – whatever.
Continue reading On Coup d’eGas and the Ides of March… #roselandfuneral
Living is a state of being, and Atlanta up-and-comer J Cutta brings the state of the fastlane to his latest single, “Living” featuring Shida Paper.
A lyrical painter with the ability to transport you to a different time and place through his words, J Cutta is a true Atlanta soul with a touch of something different. Gathering fans from America and abroad, people recognize the truth he brings to his music relating experiences from his own life to share with others. J Cutta believes creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep. (Scott Adams)
Continue reading Trapped: J Cutta – “Living” ft. Shida Paper
As much the Four Evangelists as they are the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Britney, Jay-Z, Kanye, and GaGa – our proud and prestigious pillars of Pop – stood tall and held rapturous court as the cause and cure for our ailing culture…
Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John… Jay, Ye, Britney, and GaGa: these four testified in an entirely new way on behalf of the perceived social savior. They worship the abstract – The Throne, The Fame, The Monster, The Femme Fatale – whatever it is they boast on behalf of – and simultaneously battle against – is irrelevant, as that vice and vise is always internal first. They are their own Christs and Anti-Christs.
The Throne is post-colonial, it is secular, and so very sacred and religious… it bows before the masses and any true messiah, and as much as it blasphemes with every waking breath.
Continue reading The Prophiles: The Parisian Throne
Easily one of the best produced Madonna tracks of her extensive catalog, the Pharrell masterpiece Incredible was just that – an indelible diamond in the rough desert that was 2008’s saccharin infused Hard Candy. I left the album for awhile, I’ve had my bouts, but a fresh set of ears delivered a revelation of apocalyptic sorts… “Incredible,” Hard Candy, this in all of its “thisness” that is going on now #lookitup is a most honest and sincere plea from the place of the detached deity…