A GIGGLE AT THE REALM OF CELEBRITY! A Creative Commentary

A GIGGLE AT THE REALM OF CELEBRITY

Creative Commentary

By

David A. Archer

02/15/1968

09/04/2007

Fame does some seriously messed up shit to some people.

Even just the distant...even fabricated possibility of even being near it.

I have known some people that would literally do anything just to be recognized as affiliated with some form of celebrity or another - even just the possible occurence of fame... much less, actually attain some recognition of themselves. As if it were some hi skool locker room session to get a peep at the girls shower or something.

I have known people so desperate for such that they would even ingest dog shit... and do so on a regular basis. Some even just for the peripheral benefits which levels of celebrity influence can produce... such as easy pieces of ass from and off of females being duped in similar manners as the other forms of desperation seeking the easy access to even the most common of female companionship.

It is really kind of pathetic when I think about the extremes of psychosis that many of these people demonstrate in various ways. Really for nothing much more than they could have and probably did have of their own volition.

I used to perform musically... mostly as a hobby in the interest of creative expression and blowing off steam/exercise type of direction. Having made the decision as such approach after realizing many of the other individuals I was involved with as per said projects... really didn't seem to have a grasp on the direction I had felt might have been most conducive to levels of self fulfillment's in a sustained manner.

In no uncertain terms, many of them were concerned with finding some sort of instant recognition... they wanted the fame aspects.. but more so the sort of fame aspects which they had envisioned it to be. Even more so, some of them had it in their head that they deserved such while being of the sort that could hardly set a boundary on what they would do to attain it.

Funny that none of them seemed to catch the rat wheel part of that direction of approach. The sort of dynamic which yields the hierarchical imposed requirements such as eating dog shit simply to do what it was they may have been involved with to begin with. They themselves implemented the carrot on the stick vulnerability through the priorities in said efforts as opposed to simply approaching the opportunity in/of making cool tunes.

Of course... it then again results in the priorities of said reasons for making music concerning longevity in the interest of said projects. If it is the instant recognition which is prioritized in such situations... then it is that the hierarchical locker room thing is most common it would seem. The interest in making tunes to make tunes holds no guarantee... but, the priority of making tunes in such a manner then speaks for itself over the duration of said efforts.

I happened upon this consideration in recalling a situation within show business back when, and in considering the fortuitous aspects in regard to chance which it seems is dying away regarding the cyclical aspects of power structures socially.

While working small..... nothing much sort of gigs around town, I found an acquaintance which was fledgling in the stand up comedy area... his big shtick approach - his hook so to speak.. was in being the anti-comedian.... his big line at the time was a questionable impersonation of an old D.J. personality doing Elvis. He also had an impersonation of a dead comedian which he stressed quite frequently. It somehow came up to put him on before we went through our set... his approach was that it was ten minutes of free comedy.

He spent five minutes of the stage time making sure that everyone knew it was ten minutes of free comedy.

Needless to say.. it wasn't all that incredible.. but was still a kick in the back yard show kind of way.... I wasn't there to impress anyone either, really... if that is... he was, comparatively.

I believe we did that a couple times with our music group then playing the local comedy club in a sort of reciprocated manner of opening for his stand up gig.

That was more of a blast than was/were the others as the music we played consisted of two horns.. myself having played the trumpet (among other instruments concerning the music).. and the manager of the comedy place kept complaining that it was too loud... which eventually resulted in singing our horn lines instead of actually playing them on the instruments.

It was definitely comedy itself in the manner in which it all played out.... adding in fact, to already well rehearsed and rather presentable music within the venue area consideration. There weren't any monitors and we couldn't hear one another... but that wasn't uncommon and the well rehearsed part paid off at least in that respect. We probably could have played in entirely separate rooms as long as there was some access to a given point of reference within the tunes.

It was just that put together as per our presentation.

The anti-comedy guy went on shortly there after to some notoriety within the broadcast media realm... straight to N.Y.C. no less... and I find more recently that he has made some appearances on various sit coms/t.v. drama's...blah blah.... One of which being a rather hot commodity in regard to the feminine wiles and allure of modern sexuality.. a cable show no less complete with hot asses chicks and the drama's around getting laid to one degree or another.

Knowing at least the common perception of modern celebrity.. a person has to know that he saw some pretty hot action in such peer grouping... if a person is into that sort of exchange....

I think about various sorts of desperate turd burglars subjecting themselves to all sorts of unspeakable acts to get common street hookers and mother like attention... and then I consider that ten minutes of free comedy got the panties off of some of the more current hot sex tickets in show business... and it makes me all the more un-interested in various things concerning show business... more so concerning the type of people that ploy all sorts of lame shit just to get in the frame so to speak. Some of them even so desperate that they fail to see said carrot only leads to things they were already due of their own common directions to begin with.

It is just goddam funny when I think of it.

Ten minutes of free comedy!

Fucking modern show business genius! At least a person would think in comparatively observing the result in what appears to be great concerns within that peer grouping.

Just goddam funny.

What about either dynamic in such an observation, is there to aspire to? To maintain as some pinnacle of achievement?

I just don't see the reasons for the common desperation's in want.

It's a monkey fuck show either way. Fodder for comedy itself... if in nothing more than the want of such recognition.

I can't seem to see what there is that is worth the extremes in various efforts? That just seems empty to me.. especially in considering the apparent tendency within show business to actually move away from approaching artistry...even away from approaching appreciation of existence beyond the topical tally whacking. Over stressed importance on getting naked and jumping in a pile.

I suppose it is just easier within the digression which is of the rest of society as well. Then to consider the ego aspects - which I can't seem to see being a part of - it makes sense that such would then fuel the already existing digression in several directions. That isn't even in the direction of the dirty slut silliness that usually accompanies such promiscuity in commodity consideration of control socially.... that itself is of the hi skool silliness as well..... such in my personal perspective, even within the consideration that there is little self substance in said areas of female consideration... meaning, there is little actual owning of their own actions through various dodges and excuses... most likely in the effort and want to avoid the dirty slut angle. It seems to me it would be much more efficient to simply own their own actions... at least concerning the feminine politico... as opposed to playing into the dirty slut direction of making it seem as though it were some dirty secret.

I cannot see what there is to be missing.... much less subject myself to eating dog shit for. Why fill your life with such manufactured and frivolous concern.... the psychosis drama stuff just isn't my bag.... O.K...but only if you promise not to tell.

I'd rather sit through ten more minutes of free comedy than fill my life with such non-existent concerns.

I just cannot see what there is to be missing.

Ten minutes of free comedy? What a shtick!

But not nearly as fun as singing my horn lines. And hardly as entertaining as Leak-ie Faced Nietzsche Pidgeons!