for April 25, 2002


But What I Really Want To Do Is Cook
by Stiffy Biceptz

Britney Spears is starting a restaurant in NY called NYLA. Lance Bass from N'SYNC is looking to go N'Space. J-Lo is busy designing clothes etc., her ex P-Diddy already established with a line of clothing. Ozzy's biting a TV camera. Back Street Boys been pumping for Burger King, N'SYNC as a whole chillin' for Chili's. Fred Durst is just too busy running his record label to find a new guitarist for that band he used to play in.
 
It would seem these days our pop stars can't wait to do something other than music. Perhaps they find their own music less than satisfying, not enough in itself to be fulfilling. Or perhaps they view their own music as just another product, like any other. This would make sense, as most of them are just products themselves, created, marketed, manipulated for a mass audience, for mass consumption, and ultimately mass excretion.
 
Most ordinary folks dream of being rock/pop stars, with the money, the babes (male and female), and the attention, the freedom from societal norms and strictures. Our latest crop of pop stars are rushing to be business owners, mass marketers and designers. To them it appears, music is just a job, a career like any other, an income source.
 
Here's what all of my favorite alternative artists wanted to be: artists. They made music because it was the most important thing they could ever think of doing, regardless of fame, fortune, or how many dolls would be made in their likeness. And long after their time in the alternative sun was over, guess what they continue to be? Artists, making music. That's why we call it alternative, and that's why in 20 years from now we'll still be listening to our Smiths, Ramones and Depeche Mode CD's, while drinking coffee from plastic mugs made entirely of recycled pop stars CD's.
 
For these folks, it seems that music is just a phase, occupying them until they find out what they really want to do with their lives. For our sake, lets hope they find out soon.
 

 

©2002 Stiffy Biceptz