If you have read lots of my previous postings, you lovely people, you
will know by now that I don’t have any belief-systems in place. I like facts;
ones that can be proven, and if that makes me a narrow-minded secular bigot
instead of a religious narrow-minded bigot then ‘Amen’ to that, brother!
I’m only telling you this because I’m adding another non-belief (if
that’s at all possible!) to all my other non-beliefs.
I’m not a Belieber; I don’t believe that the golden-haired, fresh-faced
little Canadian boy has any talent other than his boyish good looks. He can
make as many grand claims of talent as he wishes, but I can only hear the re-hashed boy band tune (see previous posting!)
Let me explain. Whenever I visit schools, young girls go all dreamy-eyed
when they speak of the ‘Bieber’. While young boys seem to go into a frenzy of
hate, usually calling his sexuality into question. But that’s fine; that’s the
way the world should be, young girls in love with the new heart-throb and boys as jealous as hell because of it!
My days of jealousy finished years ago when Donny Osmond was sending the
girls wild, and he still looks good now. I hate him!
So the reason I don’t like the Bieber is because he’s beginning to
believe his own hype. This is always dangerous and only ends in tears. So I
really don’t care about who is who in the heart-throb world., at my age if my
heart throbs I’ll need a de-fibrillator! The problem is that I start to get
worried when I see young people getting too much to early, they always end up
with nothing more than memories and a massive debt! Or worse, a drug and drink
addiction!
The concert at the O2, where he left young fans waiting for up to two
hours is very rock ‘n’ roll if you’re a drug-dependent aging rock band, but not
when you’re a snotty-nosed kid who should be thankful he’s getting his fifteen
minutes of fame. And don’t give me the old excuse of, ‘technical faults’; the
only fault was a massive ego that needed its legs smacking and sending to bed
early!
Then he booked a whole floor of a hotel and behaved so badly he was
evicted, as I’m led to believe, or he left of his own accord as he says.
I know someone who needs to go on the naughty step!
So, lady types and peeps, that’s the problem; he has no one to tell him
that he’s behaving like a twat!
If your entourage needs a whole floor of a hotel then you are either
holding a convention or your ego is out of control. Or both!
The problem is that he is a meal ticket for to many people who don’t
want to rock the boat, so they wrap him up in a little Bieber-sized bubble.
He’s not the first, of course; there have been many before, and there will
be many after him.
He doesn’t realise that his time in the spotlight is fast ticking away;
the further he moves away from his teens and the closer to their teens his fans
become. He claims to have song-writing talents and musical talents but I‘m
sceptical. If I were him, I would be building strong friendships with the media
right now.
Remember the old saying, ‘Be nice to people on the way up, because you
don’t know who you’ll meet on the way down!’- this applies to us all.
The worst case of arse-licking in history has to be the people looking
after Michael Jackson. I was never a fan of his, but it was blatantly obvious
that he had talent by the bucket-load and some very clever people marketing
his songs. He would sell the album, then release every track on the album as a
single. He must have made hundreds of millions of dollars, so how come he ended
up nearly bankrupt?
And if the rumours are to be believed he ended up with bleached skin, a
wig and a false nose!
People’s private life is their own concern; we have no right to tell
people how to live their life.I get really annoyed when so called news papers go on about people's love
life or their sexuality. Who cares?
But surely someone should have had the bollocks to go up to Mr Jackson
and say, “Mick, I think the weird is going a bit too far, let's have an honest
chat about things”.
I know that the parasites in his employ would have tried to isolate him;
that’s how all abusers work, but didn’t he have just one friend or even an
acquaintance that had the balls to say enough is enough? With my hand on my heart I can honestly say that if any of my friends had
turned out like him I would have to tell them even if it meant losing their
friendship!
Of course, Michael paid the ultimate price. when his yes-man doctor, too
scared to loose his meal-ticket, obeyed his patient A man with no medical
training telling a man with years of medical training what to do!
So, young Bieber, take note; showbiz and rehab is littered with the
wizened corpses of talents that were once mighty, time is no respecter of
celebrity, we are all just distant memories waiting to happen!
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