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The abuse of words

I have several times said nasty things about Kylie Minogue. Now that she has turned out to be dangerously ill, I am rather ashamed of the language I used on a couple of occasions. No, I do not really her dead or disabled. On the other word, I keep dreaming of a world where real merit (and real beauty) should succeed, rather than mediocre looks and songs laboriously underlain with aggressively sexual posturing.

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Perhaps this experience (though I'd not wish it on anyone) will give her some life experience, and enable her to move into the realms of true artistry afterward. It's possible, right? Though admittedly not likely. But then again, it has been known to happen to others facing down such trials.

Either way, hear, hear! for a world where merit and talent are praised over obtrusive pop culture stylings. It saddens me to see so many truly gifted people passed over for strumpets and "players". When I think of the modern geniuses in their respective fields of music and other arts who are technically or conceptually more innovative than their peers, and who are yet passed over for being "uncommercial" it saddens me greatly. All I can say is, thank goodness for the ones who perservere and produce despite the odds being stacked against them. The modern Van Goghs, who paint and paint without selling the first piece. The indie musician, recording on 8-tracks in someone's basement.

The cream will eventually rise to the top, and time will separate the wheat from the chaff.

It's not even a matter of merit. How on Earth, I ask myself, has Ms.Minogue managed to convince the world that she is a raving beauty? Just by wearing as little as possible and making a careful study of all the characteristic poses of soft-porn models, which she then turned into so-called dance routines. But a beauty she is not. Madonna, at least, is pretty.

I have already deleted your nasty, pointless little comment, and I will go on doing so. You pathetic morons just insist on scouring my LJ looking for things to be shocked at. Is it so wholly impossible for you to get something vaguely resembling a life?

You know, the shut up Molly would have been more effective had it actually been me who posted.

I typically make it very clear when I deign to post here out of amusement at your blustering by saying exactly who I am.

But since you seem rather insistant that every rude post is from me, take note of my IP, which should be visible as this post will come up anon.

My IP is permenant. It will not change. If the numbers don't fit, you must acquit!

I just call any anon Molly, these days. It's more fun that way. And what on Earth are you doing, still lurking? Haven't you, too, got something else to do?

Nah, I couldn't sleep. It's my birthday today and all I could think about was presents. Not even reading your lengthy post on Sex and the Catholic Girl could put me to sleep.

MM

You resurrecting dead-and-buried sixties cliches will do it for me every time. I suggest you try something more up to date than Helen Gurley Brown. (*SNO-O-O-O-ORRRE*)

But in all fairness, FPB, maybe Molly is telling you to write Malory Towers femmeslash.

In which case, please don't listen to her!

Malory Towers is something I am wholly ignorant of. So you are in no danger.

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To be fair, Billie Pyper is having a major hit as an actress in the new DOCTOR WHO, which everyone loves, and to which she brings quite a remarkable presence.

Musically? I'm yet to see Dr Who, which I wouldn't mind seeing, but she pretty much seems to be the exception to the rule as far as keeping longevity in the tabloids. It's only fair and true to say that her musical career has gone the way of New Coke.

As far as a musical career goes, most of these young talentless 'singers' HAVE to get into a different business before their fifteen minutes expires. Marry a footballer/tennis player/make a porn, whatever.

I'd probably like to point out that without being callous, she's been diagnosed in the very early stages of minor, benign breast cancer. She's got more money than most Australian women to be able to afford the very best in palliative care, and will probably have more financial and emotional support than many other sufferers of breast cancer as well. I don't mean to denigrate any one who has cancer of any variety, because it's always going to be a frightening thing, but she is coming into this whole thing with an excellent prognosis and excellent support.

Kylie is nonetheless an anomaly in Australian pop: most stuff of this ilk, by 'pretty', young women who don't write or really sing on their own records, fail miserably. Holly Valance is in crippling debt, Dannii Minogue couldn't get together four audience members for a concert, Bec Cartright and Tina Arena were unceremoniously dropped by their recording companies, and Vanessa Amorosi? Putting up fence palings in Melbourne. In all seriousness, we don't know how she happened: normally, the people who get famous here (Neil Finn, Paul Kelly, Powderfinger, The Whitlams) are tremendously talented songwriters, singers and instrumentalists who have stuck around in the music industry long enough and have earnt enough money and respect to be our only commercially viable artists.

I blame England, most likely. England and Jason Donovan.

At the end of the day though, nationality and corporate standards aside, the music that people play to their grandkids, get married (and buried) to, is played in twenty or thirty years time and arouses genuine emotional response in people will be the stuff with the most merit and talent. It's why 'Jesus, Joy of Man's Desire' rings a stronger note in me than 'Shine, Jesus Shine', or why I love Split Enz's 'Message to my Girl' and not Peter Andre's cover of it. If I can remember correctly, apparently the average shelf-life of your singer-cum-soapie actress in the British pop-charts is about six weeks. Where the hell is Billie Piper's music career? What's become of Victoria Adams-Beckham? Why are S Club 7 not releasing anymore? Because people get tired of crap, and when they gain insight, maturity and a more refined musical palate, they look to stuff with longevity and merit.

Fear not about Kylie. She had a grand period of 'indie' (scoff scoff!) music in 1996-1998 which nearly ruined her commercially, and had every single Australian recording exec hurrying to get rid of her. The music turned out to be some of the better pop we've ever released. Then when she releases crap, the companies get excited. It's easier to release crap that takes six weeks to produce than it is to release a gem which may take five years to write and produce. It's not right, and you've read my argument against mediocrity back in ye olde days of FAP, so you know my feelings on how little effort is put into music, film, literature or television anymore. I really don't believe everyone should have the right to be famous or make music: because not everyone is decent at music.

As for Dannii, however... we've long since conceded hope.

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