Celebrating the year of little celebrities (I like to call them cele-bity’s ), Ellen DeGeneres has formed a record label, and her first artist, middle school heart throb, Greyson Chance, has been scraped off You Tube.
Ellen, a staunch Bieberite, knows there is a great demographic for this — girls age 9 to 12, grandmothers, and pedophiles — and is willing to take advantage of it. I’m sure it’s lucrative, and I can’t begrudge Ellen wanting to leverage it, considering she has a gorgeous, and I imagine high maintenance, spouse to support. Nevertheless, I can’t prevent it from aggravating me some. Not a lot, but a little vex here and there.
What 12 year old writes about a broken heart like this anyway?
I bet if someone looked hard enough they could find someone on You Tube — face it, it’s like the coffee houses of old — who is at least the age of consent. Someone who can board a plane without a permission slip, lives on their own, pays their own bills, filmed their own “concert”, put it online, and sings and writes spectacularly. A more seasoned performer, of say 19 or 30, who could use the job.
Philosophically I know it doesn’t matter. I have to say it anyway. There are no heroes, only capitalists (a paraphrase derived from a quote about the Beatles — by Cambridge University historian, David Fowler), so lets not get all weepy and proud of those who discover children who can sing and dance and make money. Let’s not pretend these people are saviors. They are merely good business people. It’s not horrible, merely boring as hell, and we can do better.
I feel the the creative forces in the world have gone on a very long vacation.
