Every outlet from Washington DC Gossip Sites to The Huffington Post and Regular Gossip sites, all the way through TV Talk and Entertainment Shows, have already flown with the Miley Cyrus-Sinead O'Connor Open Letters Feud, along with anything else O'Connor has been writing and bashing during the past week into this morning.
What's new to add to the trend of Open Letters between Celebrities? Not much other than Shaming & Blaming one or the other for this and that and so on and so forth and then, in a week or two, we'll forget about all of that verbiage on Sinead's part, and Miley's Eff U Antics in response (and Who Knows What Other Stale Hell Miley will wreak upon SNL tonight to keep the Miley Career Pyre's On Fire), and then The World Will Churn Again in another Celeb-Of-Sorts Scandal, leaving Sinead's Crazy-But-True Opinions on the exploitation of women/girls in the Music Biz in someone's archive for retrieval when the Next Twerk-To-Jerk arrives on the scene.
Sinead, despite her usually OTT behaviour and TMI about her body parts, made a great deal of sense in her initial Open Letter to Nashville's Answer To Green Grass Pastures dotted with gifts from the cows. Have you read the Opening Shot? If not, HERE IT IS
If you have been following The Spat, you know that more words were flung while Miley continued to stick out her tongue…but I won't go into that because the focus of this post is to back-up Sinead's claims about the music industry and the incessant demands on female musicians, singers and performers, to conform to The Glam-Hip-Hookah Thing.
First, she is 100% correct on her assessment. I've heard this story many times from women in music who chose to walk away from Big Labels to pursue their passion, which is Playing Their Music while not wearing Fishnet Stockings. If you don't conform, you won't perform for the Money Guys cuz, in their minds (and so-called "experience") women won't sell-out concerts or draw a paying, downloading, CD-buying, group of patron-fans. You gotta have Titties and then Show Them! You must wear so much makeup you are barely recognizable. If you aren't a Madonna or Lady Gag-Gag Type with tricks flowing all over your body and stage, then you Best Listen-Up and Do What Big Daddy tells you to do.
That's right! Shake that bootie, baby, and wear revealing, provocative Almost-Nothings In Leather & Lace outfits, and be sure to have a Wardrobe Malfunction somewhere along the way that reveals a Private Part or two. Also, don't forget to grab the crotch of a Male Or Female Backup Dancer, simulate sex with them for a minute, then lean over and shake that ass one more time!
Sure, it's not news that Agents and Managers and Producers and Executives in The Biz have always pushed their "Talents" to change their image for better PR and Sales. However, a trend with women whoring-out more than not while performing is growing. Part of the current atmosphere undermines any true, honest, musical talent the performer may have. For example, Sheryl Crowe is a Musician and Writer – not a Glam Queen. Lucky for her, hit songs made it possible for her to retain artistic credibility without resorting to Extreme Pseudo Sexiness. How many female artists are out there right now holding a guitar or any instrument, taking their music seriously by being Completely Involved In It? Beyond seeing a few women at pianos, no one new Who Is On The Charts immediately comes to mind.
Perhaps that's another reason why Sinead is so pissed-off at Simon Cowell's The X-Factor: His formulaic programming of Singers Only hopping around a stage does not meet Musician Standards. The culture in which our Current Music now lives has more to do with Autotune than Genuine Skill.
There is a reason why so many people are going back to the Music Vaults from the 60's and 70's to find inspired original work played and sung by Actual Music Artists. Right now all we have are Fluffy Kids on the skids half of the time, making you pay to see them with what is left of your dime.
And so I stand beside Sinead on her first impulse to lay it out to not only Miz Cyrus, but for everyone to read for a better grasp on how The Female Kind are treated and directed in their careers. I sincerely doubt that anyone has ever asked Jeff Beck to change his hair, or for David Crosby to lose weight, or for Bob Dylan to change his clothes and get a new voice.
And so it is with No Real Gossip that TDFB (me) signs-off in writing on this lovely Saturday on Planet Earth.
Have a Wonderful Whatever!
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