Good Afternoon gang. Everyone excited for the weekend? Good. Nice, nice. I know I am.
My cousin Tidy reminded me of this today as she facebook tweeted that "her life has become Office Space" You can watch the clip in a second, but first...
Friday is about the classics. Every Friday is an INSTANT classic. If you work Friday nights, let that gig be temporary. The world turns that bit better on the weekend.
Admittedly, my day job is the following two clips.
I can't speculate on the thought process of skate shoes P and Twista, but the point of attack in this song feels like a nod to Hank Kingsley, one of my favourite characters.
It's very easy to get lost in the self determined webworld, and forget that the majority of people actively concerned with "culture" consume the easiest available and palateable forms. Without them, we wouldn't have The Aviator, Sinatra or The Beastie Boys. But while we're enjoying art in all of it's pop, boom and glory, most people just want something that is cruel involving celebrities. Anna Nicole didn't leave any signifigant "work" behind, as her art was the art of American tabloid celebrity, and as annoying and infinite as it is, the concession is that it's disposable.
Anna Nicole Smith was gorgeous woman. I would be lying if I said that's the only way I will remember her.
"This atrocious death will be a terrible lesson for those whose principal occupation consists in spying on and tormenting the film stars." Jean Cocteau on Marilyn Monroe
Marilyn Monroe is incomparable. Her death was important. She still defines sex, and legions of hack actresses have had fruitful careers because they have a flake of her photogeneity. Anna Nicole Smith can't be compared to Marilyn in any way except her hair colour, tragic death and the fact that Marilyn Monroe was a massive part of what we knew Anna Nicole Smith to be. In terms of the late Ms. Smith, Marilyn influenced how we shot her, coloured her, treated her, cut her, and how she will be remembered.
It's no different today than it was fifty years ago, the fans of a star want them to lose love, fail at work, and do a press conference on too many pills. Maybe that's why some celebrities decide to take too many.
It's just a shame when stars of whatever magnitude melt under their own shine and the public's burning adoration, interest and jealousy.
Enough death, tomorrow I'll put up a mix by Twentytwenty called "40 Minutes of Fun."
