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Published On: Apr 09, 2004 09:16 AM
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Published On: Apr 09, 2004 09:16 AM
Erosion
Twenty five years ago, it was a given that any star
– especially rock stars – who did commercials had sold their soul to
the minions of hell. It wasn’t even subject to debate – it was
simply the way things were. Integrity mattered, and if you were willing to sell
your name, you couldn’t be trusted.
Flash forward to 2004, and Bob Dylan is endorsing Victoria’s Secret and nobody says a word. Not a fucking word.
These things don’t happen overnight. They take time. When evil child fucker Michael Jackson sold The Beatles’ “Revolution” to Nike, people were up in arms. Now you can’t turn on the TV without hearing every rock and roll song under the sun being used to sell you crap – with a few notable exceptions. Neil Young and Bruce Springsteen don’t play that game, and no matter what you may think of their music, their casual refusal to violate the integrity of their work and their immortal souls is worthy of your respect. When Lee Iaccocca offered Bruce twenty mil to use Born In The USA to hawk Chevys, Bruce passed, then turned around and gave the rights to the song to Luther Campbell for use in a rap song to raise money for his legal defense fund. (That, by the way, wouldn’t be particularly heroic in a more civilized time – that’s simply what you do when you have all the money you need and you give half a shit about being one of the good guys.)
I read an interview with one of the idiots from Smashmouth a while back, and he actually talked openly about trying to write songs that would end up in a commercial. Twenty five years ago, this poltroon would have been dragged off stage and lynched by the six people who would still be willing to pay to see his lame ass band.
Anyway, enough – we could go on on this subject for, well, ever. But that isn’t even the point. The point is this – erosion takes time. It starts slowly, then builds. Here are a couple of links that should terrify you more than they probably do:
Watchdogs Slam Google's New E-Mail Service
It will be interesting to see how many people sign up for this alleged service, willing to sacrifice their privacy and dignity for a few free gigs. And the question I most want to see asked remains a mystery – will they be doing this with incoming mail as well? If I send my hypothetical Gmail-having girlfriend a note about this coming weekend, will this link end up in it?
And then this:
E-Mail Girl Mines AOL Data for Hollywood Gold
Heather Robinson. Remember that name. We here at the Museum of Stupidity do not, in our own lives, practice violence in any form. But were someone to take a golf club to this woman - or any type of blunt instrument , really – and tap her lightly about the head until unconsciousness set in, we can’t say we’d be too upset. To be clear – no killing. That would be just plain wrong. But a mildly savage beating might actually be in order. Just a thought.
But, again, we suspect the worst. We can see this heinous, goat felching pig doing the PR circuit on her useless little Hillary Duff movie to the approving coos of the publicity machine. Just keep this in mind – the eight bucks you spend on this steaming pile of dung could have been given to people who would do far less damage to the world. We can think of hundreds, but if you can’t, here – and here – are two.
Flash forward to 2004, and Bob Dylan is endorsing Victoria’s Secret and nobody says a word. Not a fucking word.
These things don’t happen overnight. They take time. When evil child fucker Michael Jackson sold The Beatles’ “Revolution” to Nike, people were up in arms. Now you can’t turn on the TV without hearing every rock and roll song under the sun being used to sell you crap – with a few notable exceptions. Neil Young and Bruce Springsteen don’t play that game, and no matter what you may think of their music, their casual refusal to violate the integrity of their work and their immortal souls is worthy of your respect. When Lee Iaccocca offered Bruce twenty mil to use Born In The USA to hawk Chevys, Bruce passed, then turned around and gave the rights to the song to Luther Campbell for use in a rap song to raise money for his legal defense fund. (That, by the way, wouldn’t be particularly heroic in a more civilized time – that’s simply what you do when you have all the money you need and you give half a shit about being one of the good guys.)
I read an interview with one of the idiots from Smashmouth a while back, and he actually talked openly about trying to write songs that would end up in a commercial. Twenty five years ago, this poltroon would have been dragged off stage and lynched by the six people who would still be willing to pay to see his lame ass band.
Anyway, enough – we could go on on this subject for, well, ever. But that isn’t even the point. The point is this – erosion takes time. It starts slowly, then builds. Here are a couple of links that should terrify you more than they probably do:
Watchdogs Slam Google's New E-Mail Service
It will be interesting to see how many people sign up for this alleged service, willing to sacrifice their privacy and dignity for a few free gigs. And the question I most want to see asked remains a mystery – will they be doing this with incoming mail as well? If I send my hypothetical Gmail-having girlfriend a note about this coming weekend, will this link end up in it?
And then this:
E-Mail Girl Mines AOL Data for Hollywood Gold
Heather Robinson. Remember that name. We here at the Museum of Stupidity do not, in our own lives, practice violence in any form. But were someone to take a golf club to this woman - or any type of blunt instrument , really – and tap her lightly about the head until unconsciousness set in, we can’t say we’d be too upset. To be clear – no killing. That would be just plain wrong. But a mildly savage beating might actually be in order. Just a thought.
But, again, we suspect the worst. We can see this heinous, goat felching pig doing the PR circuit on her useless little Hillary Duff movie to the approving coos of the publicity machine. Just keep this in mind – the eight bucks you spend on this steaming pile of dung could have been given to people who would do far less damage to the world. We can think of hundreds, but if you can’t, here – and here – are two.
Posted: Fri - April 9, 2004 at 09:13 AM