Sex and the Celebrity

If you’ve been striving to be a successful artist or maybe an actor for most of your life and you’re finally looking at maybe getting there then beware, the chick parade is out to get you. Seems there is a growing tendency for some of the fairer sex to find there’s some very easy game to prey upon. The British tabloids will thinking nothing of dropping 40 to 150k on some femme fatale’s lap for a story about how they their baby boy(friend) hung from the chandeliers with a lit beacon dangling out of his ass while reciting the Ten Commandments, clad in a balaclava and a  soiled diaper. And just think, years of working hard to get to this, the kind of exposure they hadn’t quite planned on.

It seems fair game too for the less than fairer sex who claim bragging rights if just one shameless bimbo claims he was the finest shag on earth. He can walk proudly and claim his Crown of Studdery. Who cares what gets said to his mum in the grocery store, HE DA MAAAN!

Such is the depraved media whored world we live in that everyone wants to know the seedy bits. And just think, for a poor starving would be model who isn’t going very far ( because she’s shit and the implants have turned her in to a cartoon character) it’s either the stripper pole or a complete  no brainer and pretend sex with a celeb. How easy is that? Chat a star up, flirt outrageously with him all evening rubbing up to him in whatever it is you rub up in and as the evening progresses he’ll feel like a million dollars. Just as well because it’ll probably cost him that once she’s shuffled out of the sack and in to the loo to send pictures off to the hungry tabloid from the I Phone that the last dickhead paid for.

In fact he might be so pissed by chica time that he either can’t perform or just be fast asleep. He won’t remember anything. She might have even switched roles with the overnight cleaner who doesn’t speak a word of English and thinks she’s been offered overtime cleaning up the mess….him. Just think he could have still had a big daft grin on his face from a couple of bottles of Champagne but he went for the babe and the career termination. So so much more expensive. Tut tut.

Is it worth it? Well clearly most males think so because they seem entrapped, adult entrapped in fact. Their fragile ego’s being unable to just say no. How could they avoid a gorgeous predatory vixen who is ‘so up for it,’ after all they are a star and so hot. Just those pouting lips and the ‘Baby I love you, baby I need you. Baby I have got you hook line and sinker.’ And Baby you just made myday without me even giving you your night.

And is there an end in sight? Maybe only his rear one.

Filed under: mistakes, british tabloids, celebrity sex, models

Creating an artist

Over the years the artist benefited from a music industry swelling with a backroom of talent. It was the creative infrastructure of the music industry and what I like to call ‘The Engine Room.’ It’s where collaborations were born and where the road used to begin.

When you signed to a record company it was the beginning, it meant the start of a relationship. And the better the relationship the greater the chance of success. You see success was something everyone used to share and it was an industry that drove people to succeed. The pleasure was shared with everyone because everyone played an equal part. Today with a rapidly diminishing return I don’t think it’s a unity, it’s a jungle mentality. Eat or be eaten, artist against the record company. They want a piece of every part of the pie.

Many of the things that worked so well in the past seem to be lacking today. Yet so many of these things are quite simple when you think about it. Everyone is scared of losing their jobs and even the artists nowadays are scared of being dropped. Why should that be any different though? It’s supposed to be a risk business, it’s supposed to be about taking chances and pushing out that little bit further. We lost our mavericks and we lost our risk takers. We lost our innovators and we lost our way. We are not creating anything anyone is going to remember. And before I hear you say Carrie Underwood, Taylor Swift or Kelly Clarkson, Beyonce, Justin or even Jay Z. They’ll be here next year but I doubt they’ll be here next decade.

The relationships were everywhere, the artist with their manager, the manager with the label, the label with the publisher. Then the producer and the A and R manager and it went on. The only thing that may have changed as we face up to the demise of the ‘pop star’ is that the fan has a closer relationship with the artist. Or they should have if both parties are reaching out like they should.  Today artists should be connecting with their audience, a bit like John Mayer until he has his sudden whacko swings towards lunacy and he over communicates to the detriment of others and damages something he worked so hard at creating.

Filed under: About The Engine Room, Managing Creativity, record companies, social networking, A and R people, artist development, creating talent, record companies