This Is Easily The Best Version Of "Royals" Ever Done

Springsteen's version sucked, and the original is a well-produced insult. This is a clown song that needed to be finally performed by a real clown:

In purpose, it easily beats the original,…

 

The Boss Is A Very Strange Entertainer Without Sound

I gather there's not much of a black audience for this,...

Destructive Appearances

And then, every so often, I catch a glimmer of daylight:

  Millennials Hate Bruce Springsteen

Which, of course, needs to be stamped out - that's the purpose of the article. The writer, being a fan of the adulterous and multi-married Springsteen, he probably thinks, or thought, like this:

Some years ago, the man I am married to told me he had always had a mad desire to go to an orgy. Why on earth, I asked. Why not, he said.

And he'd later be divorced by that woman, who'd become admired for it, because she thinks, or thought, like this:

It would be just like the dances at the YMCA I went to in the seventh grade—only instead of people walking past me and rejecting me, they would be stepping over my naked body and rejecting me.

These are misshapen trolls, presented as our cultural heroes.

Thank goodness, not everyone's following their lead,...

 

Zero Hero

 

 I was talking online with a friend about Chris Christie last night, as a presidential candidate, and this conversation, above, only helps convince me even more that - especially if the Dems nominate the Hilldebeast - he should be our guy. 

Despite his love for Springsteen, Christie's not a former-hippie member of the Me Generation, or a party-first politician, but a rational country-first kinda guy, and - if you ask me - we need somebody who finally thinks that way. As a patriot and nothing more. Not as a man, or a fats rights "activist," or a Right-wing zealot, or putting New Jersey above everyplace else in the country. I've been watching him and he wants it all - for us all. 

Screw the bitches who believe (like they wrongly did about Obama being black) that putting a woman in charge - and especially THAT one - will improve anything. We simply need to fix this shit - not start a new round of fighting over nothing. 

And yes, to me, Hillary Clinton IS nothing,...

 

Collisions In The ‘Tunnel Of Love’

A heartbroken husband has claimed in sensational court papers that rock 'n' roll legend Bruce Springsteen has been making beautiful music on the sly with his wife!

In divorce papers filed on March 27 in Monmouth County, N.J. Superior Court and obtained by Star, businessman Arthur Kelly alleges that Ann, his wife of 17 years, “committed adultery with one Bruce Springsteen, who resides in Rumson, N.J., and Colts Neck, N.J., at various times and places too numerous to mention.”

Bruce, 59, has been married to his second wife, backup singer Patti Scialfa, 53 — with whom he has three children — also for 17 years.

A source tells Star, “Ann says she and Bruce are just friends, but there have been rumors going around the area for more than a year that they had gotten way too close after meeting at a local gym.

Neither Ann nor Bruce responded to multiple requests for comment. When contacted, Arthur — who has moved out of the family home in West Long Branch into a nearby condo — told Star: “I don’t want to comment at this time, but I do appreciate your asking me.” His attorney, Edward Fradkin, tells Star, “The papers speak for themselves.”

This isn’t the first time Bruce has been caught up in a cheating scandal. Published reports early in the summer of 1988 alleged that he was romancing his backup singer-turned-wife, Patti, behind the back of his first wife, actress Julianne Phillips.

In 2006, Bruce denied a published report that he’d had an affair with a beautiful 9/11 widow from New Jersey whom he’d met in 2001.

– Star Magazine

When not busy telling us how to vote or how to live, those pesky celebrity whack-jobs sure know how to have fun – at the expense of unwilling others.

[We keep telling 'em: First you divorce, then you fool around. Is that really so hard, folks? Adulterers are the world's stupidest sadists, thinking they're so damn smart and determined to hurt those that love them most. Just a bunch of horny idiots. - CMC]

Mellencamp Is Waiting For A Diaper Change

John Mellencamp has posted a blog, at Huffington Post, riddled with hallucinated nostalgia and self-pity of some sort. [ ] indicates our comments:

Over the last few years, we have all witnessed the decline of the music business, highlighted by finger-pointing and blame directed against record companies, artists, internet file sharing and any other theories for which a case could be made. We've read and heard about the "good old days" and how things used to be.

[The decline is simply the struggle, or failure, to adapt the business model to changes in consumer taste, demands and preferences, and overall changes in the pop culture. We are now, John, two or more generations past your peak. Why do you think nothing would have changed?]

People remember when music existed as an art that motivated social movements. Artists and their music flourished in back alleys, taverns and barns until, in some cases, a popular groundswell propelled it far and wide. These days, that possibility no longer seems to exist.

[John, you’re romanticizing your personal nostalgia. Somewhere between “That's All Right (Mama)” and “Oops, I did It Again” there was only a period of social movement music mixed in. “Wild Thing” and “Sugar, Sugar” coexisted with “For What It’s Worth”, which shared an album with “Sit Down I Think I Love You”. And unless you’re referring to an A&R guy or record label actually named “Groundswell”, not much got propelled beyond the barn door. The possibility no longer seems to exist because it never did.]

After 35 years as an artist in the recording business, I feel somehow compelled, not inspired, to stand up for our fellow artists and tell that side of the story as I perceive it. Had the industry not been decimated by a lack of vision caused by corporate bean counters obsessed with the bottom line, musicians would have been able to stick with creating music rather than trying to market it as well.

[Bean counters don’t have a vision, John, they count beans and make sure your hotel bill is paid as you sprint carefree to your
limo. And it comes off the bottom line they're obsessed with.

Your friend Sheryl Crow recently appeared before Congress in an attempt to get laws passed requiring radio stations to pay an artist every time a song is played. It seems bottom line fever extends beyond bean counters. It makes more sense that a radio station might want to bill the artist every time they play a song, otherwise it’s free advertising. You artsie-fartsie celebrities can really feel entitled at the drop of a hat. Your entire paragraph reeks of victimhood and the pathetic liberal wail “Who’s gonna take care of ME?” John, you’ve made millions from us, hire a freakin’ marketing person and stfu.]

During the late 80s and early 90s the industry underwent a transformation and restructured, catalyzed by three distinct factors. Record companies no longer viewed themselves as conduits for music, but as functions of the manipulations of Wall Street. Companies were acquired, conglomerated, bought and sold; public stock offerings ensued, shareholders met.

[John, you poor schmuck. As you pine away for a past that exists only in your mind, look up the word ‘industry’. Record companies viewed themselves as conduits to produce a musical product that made money. Those that didn’t, did not survive. Really John, you have to get past the idea that once you have your loot, everything else is ok. Where do you think the capital came from to advance your expenses for recording, rehearsal, facilities, utilities, production, staff, promotion, distribution, tours and road crews, lawsuits and no doubt some of your diva demands? Dumb, John, really dumb.]

At this very same time, new Nielsen monitoring systems -- BDS (Broadcast Data Systems) and SoundScan were employed to document record sales and radio airplay. Prior to 1991, the Billboard charts were done by manual research; radio stations and record stores across the country were polled to determine what was on their playlists and what the big sellers were. Thus, giving Oklahoma City, for example, an equivalent voice to Chicago's in terms of potential impact on the music scene. BDS keeps track of gross impressions through an encoded system that counts the number of plays or "spins" that a song receives. That number is, thereafter, multiplied by the number of potential listeners. SoundScan was put in place at retail centers to track sales by monitoring scanned barcodes of units crossing the counter. A formula was devised whereby the charts were based 20% on the SoundScan number and 80% on BDS results. The system had changed from one that measured popularity to one that was driven by population.

Record companies soon discovered that because of BDS, they only needed to concentrate on about 12 radio stations; there was no longer a business rationale for working secondary markets that were soon forgotten -- despite the fact that these were the very places where rock and roll was born and thrived. Why pay attention to Louisville -- worth a comparatively few potential listeners -- when the same one spin in New York, Los Angeles or Atlanta, etc., was worth so many more potential listeners? All of a sudden there were #1 records that few of us had ever heard of. At the time we asked ourselves, "Am I out of touch?" We didn't realize that this was the start of change that would grow to kill, if not the whole of the music business, then most certainly, the record companies.

[Boo freakin’ hoo. Yes, John, you are out of touch. And maybe irrelevant and obsolete in terms of today. It doesn’t matter what you didn’t realize because now that you do, you just cry and whine like a little girl who broke the head off of her Barbie doll.]

Reagan's much-vaunted trickle-down theory said that wealth tricked down to the masses from the elite at the top. Now we've found out that this is patently untrue -- the current economic collapse reflects this self-serving folly. The same holds for music. It doesn't trickle down; it percolates up from the artists, from word of mouth, from the streets and rises up to the general populace. Constrained by the workings of SoundScan/BDS, music now came from the top and was rammed down people's throats.

[WTF John? The biggest advancements in your career and prosperity happened while Reagan was president. It’s hard to imagine a more stupid, self-serving comment and rewrite of history to fit your moronic agenda of today. We do, however, appreciate your shameless, out in the open display of blithering ignorance. You’re blaming Reagan? Your decline began under Clinton, dope.

The vast majority of us, John, didn’t really hang around barns and back alleys, so we didn’t get to enjoy the “percolates up” aspect of your road to riches. Most of us probably heard of you for the first time on a car radio, long after a record company spent a ton of money on you so that you, the music elite, could trickle-down on us. Under your theory, it could be said you were rammed down our throats.]

Early in my career, I wrote and recorded a song called "I Need A Lover" that was only played on just one radio station in Washington, DC the first week it came out. Through much work from local radio reps at the record company, the song ended up on thousands of radio stations. Sing the chorus of "I Need A Lover." It's not the best song I ever wrote nor did it achieve more than much more than being a mid-chart hit, but nevertheless, you can sing that chorus. Now sing the chorus of even one Mariah Carey song. Nothing against Mariah, she's a brilliantly gifted vocalist, but the point here is the way that the songs were built -- mine from the ground up, hers from the top down.

[John, you’re wearing your grandiose self-importance on your sleeve. For every person you can produce that can sing your song, we can produce one that can sing a Mariah Carey song, and another that has never even heard of “I Need A Lover”.
And John, the humor is not lost on us that you and Carey both had Tommy Mottola for a manager. A curious twist to say the least.]

By 1997, consumers, now long uninvolved, grew passive, radio stations had to change formats. Creative artistry and the artists, themselves, were now of secondary importance, taking a back seat to Wall Street as the record companies were going public. The artists were being sold out by the record companies and forced to figuratively kiss the asses of their corporate overlords at the time these record companies went public.

[Consumer’s tastes changed, so you wasted a lot of lip gloss kissing asses. Stop blaming and come to grips with your own obsolescence.]

In essence, the artists were no longer the primary concern; only keeping their stockholders fat and happy and "making the quarterly numbers" mattered; the music was an afterthought.

[You just don’t get it John. Try reading up on what the Beatles experienced with EMI and Capitol from the start. Even poor you used the terms “industry” and “business”. And we’re pretty sure you’ve never turned down your share of the loot. That part has not changed John except you want to cry and blame like a good little liberal victim.]

Long-tenured employees of these companies were sacrificed in the name of profitability and the culture of greed was burned into the brains of even the most serious music lovers. It seemed that paying attention sales, who had the #1 record from one week to next, and who fell or rose on the charts was all that validated music.

[That’s been the case from before you were born, John. What on earth are you smoking?]

One of my best friends in life was Timothy White who had been the editor of Crawdaddy, then Rolling Stone and, finally, Billboard. As a music critic, he championed singers, songwriters and musicians of all stripes. He was a music lover, beloved in the industry and by artists. Timothy, as many of you know, died suddenly, at the age of 50, waiting for an elevator at Billboard's office in New York. Artists including Don Henley, Brian Wilson, Sheryl Crow, James Taylor, Jimmy Buffett, Roger Waters, Sting and me thought so much of him that two sold-out concerts -- one in Boston and one at Madison Square Garden -- were produced to raise money to support his widow, Judy, and family that includes their autistic son. Each of you, who care enough to read this, should ask yourself if people would be there to celebrate your life so lovingly as this.

[ A little rambling off-topic, but ok.]

In the early 90s, Tim started talking to me about the new service called SoundScan. Then the editor of Billboard, he was leery about the whole idea, realizing its potential to turn the record business upside down. He was pressured by his boss, publisher Howard Lander, who had warned that if Billboard didn't buy into SoundScan, its competitor, Hits, would become the premier music industry trade magazine. I remember performing at a City of Hope benefit dinner in 1996 where he and I argued with Howard on the pitfalls of SoundScan and BDS and how there would be consequences that would not be good for the music business once it was embraced. It was a very unpleasant evening.

[Buggy whips, John. The future is in buggy whips.]

Let's pause here to note that the record business has always been known for its colorful characters like Colonel Tom Parker, Ahmet Ertegun, John Hammond, etc. The most important thing is that different artists were able to express themselves in ways that were uniquely original, expressing their hopes and disappointments. That kind of artistic diversity and the embrace of eccentricity made the recording business great. It also made the record business horrifying in some ways. Look at what happened at Stax Records where financial finagling and skullduggery brought a great enterprise to a screeching halt that ended so many brilliant careers.

[Yes, we miss the embrace of eccentricity that captured Keith Moon and Jim Morrison.]

During the time of the upheaval wrought by SoundScan, BDS and the "Wall Streeting" of the industry, country music seized the opportunity and tacitly claimed the traditional music business. Country has come to dominate the heartland of America, a landscape abandoned or ignored by the gatekeepers of rock and pop. Great new country music stars came from seemingly nowhere to grow to tremendous popularity; think Garth Brooks.

While all this was going on, technology, just as it always does, progressed. That which, by all rights, should have had a positive impact for all of us -- better sound quality, accessibility, and portability -- is now being blamed for many of the ills that beset the music business. The captains of the industry it seemed, proved themselves incapable of having a broader, more long-range view of what this new technology offered. The music business is very complicated in itself so it's understandable that these additional elements were not dealt with coherently in light of the distractions that abound. Not understanding the possibilities, they ignorantly turned it into a nightmarish situation. The nightmare is the fact that they simply didn't know how to make it work for us.

The CD, it should be noted, was born out of greed. It was devised to prop up record sales on the expectation of people replenishing their record collections with CDs of albums they had already purchased. They used to call this "planned obsolesce" in the car business. Sound quality was supposed to be one of the big selling points for CDs but, as we know, it wasn't very good at all. It was just another con, a get-rich-quick scheme, a monumental hoax perpetrated on the music consuming public.

[So now the CD is to blame. You poor thing. Conspired against by everyone you can think of and then an inanimate object turns on you. Oh the humanity.]

These days, some people suggest that it is up to the artist to create avenues to sell the music of his own creation. In today's environment, is it realistic to expect someone to be a songwriter, recording artist, record company and the P.T. Barnum, so to speak, of his own career? Of course not.

[No…why not? You have a boatload of money provided by fans, most of who bought eleven farts to get the one good song they wanted, so hire some damn people John. Are you so entitled that you demand someone to step in and do it for you? This is pathetic beyond description.]

I've always found it amusing that a few people who have never made a record or written a song seem to know so much more about what an artist should be doing than the artist himself. If these pundits know so much, I'd suggest that make their own records and just leave us out of it.

[You took yourself out of it a while back.]

Nora Guthrie, Woody's daughter, once told me a story about a reception she was at where Bob Dylan was in attendance. The business people there were quietly commenting on how unsociable Dylan seemed to them, not what they imagined an encounter with Dylan would be like. When that observation about Dylan's behavior and disposition were mentioned to Nora, the response was very profound. She said that Bob Dylan was not put on this earth to participate in cocktail chatter with strangers. Bob Dylan's purpose in life is to write great songs like "Blowin' in the Wind" and "The Times They Are A' Changin'." This sort of sums it all up for me.

[It sums it up for us too. You finally pushed us into calling you, and Nora, dumb fucks of the highest order. And if that’s why Dylan or any other high and mighty asshole was put on this earth, then tell them to give back the loot and the cars and the houses that they never, never would have had without the business people he shunned. Oh, and fuck you Nora.]

The artist is here to give the listener the opportunity to dream, a very profound and special gift even if he's minimally successful. If the artist only entertains you for three and a half minutes, it's something for which thanks should be given.

[The money wasn’t thanks enough? All that money for a paltry three and a half minutes and now we have to grovel? Without us, there was no you, asshole.]

Consider how enriched all of our lives are made by songs from "Like A Rolling Stone," a masterpiece, to "The Monster Mash," a trifle by comparison.

[Yawn.]


Now that the carnage in this industry is so deep you can hardly wade through it, it's open season for criticizing artists, present company included, for making a misstep or trying to create new opportunities to reach an audience, i.e., Springsteen releasing an album at Wal-Mart and, yes, we all know what Wal-Mart is about.

[So, you want to stick with creating music? Then knock off the bullshit, ninny, juvenile politics and the Wal-Mart bashing and create music. What serious person has time to bash Wal-Mart? Why don’t you and Bruce pick lice off of each other instead.]

The old rules and constraints that had governed what was once considered a legitimate artist are no longer valid. When you think about it, you must conclude that there really is no legitimate business; there is no game left.

Sadly, these days, it's really a matter of "every man for himself." In terms of possibilities, we are but an echo of what we once were. Of course, the artist does not want to "sell out to The Man." Left with no real choice except that business model of greed and the bean counting mentality that Reagan propagated and the country embraced, there is only "The Man" to deal with.

[Fifty-Eight years old and still whining about “The Man”. It just couldn’t get any more pathetic and infantile.]

There is no street for the music to rise up from. There is no time for the music to develop in a natural way that we can all embrace when it ripens and matures. That's why the general public doesn't really care. It's not that the people don't still love music; of course they do. It's just the way it is presented to them that ignores their humanity.

[Woa John! That last sentence must have been born in a brain blister. Let us simplify: It doesn’t matter how you present a shit sandwich to us, we ain’t eatin’ it.]

If we have any hope for survival of the music that we all love, compassion must replace name-calling, fairness must replace greed and we need to come together as a musical community and try to understand each other's problems. I once suggested to Don Henley,...

[Speaking of Don Henley, why not ask Don Felder what he learned about fairness and greed from Henley. It may well be Henley was the wrong guy to bring up in this tearful, blithering extravaganza.]

...many years ago after I had left Polygram, that we should form an artist-driven record label, much like Charlie Chaplin did with the movies when he, more than 90 years ago, joined forces with Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks to form United Artists. Don's response was correct. He said that trying to get artists and business people together to work for the common good of everyone involved is akin to herding cats.

[The Beatles had this idea 40 years ago with Apple Records. The label, boutiques and product lines lost millions, and there are still lawsuits hanging. The bean counters had to save them, but great idea, John. So original and groovy.]

When all is said and done, unfortunately, it's not really about the music or the artist. It's about you and your perception of yourself and how you think things ought to be. And we all know that this very rarely intersects with what actually is. Just because you think this is how it should be only makes it just that: what you think; it doesn't make it true. So let's try to put our best foot forward and remember that anyone can stand in the back of a dark hall and yell obscenities but if you want a better world it starts with you and the things you say and do.

[Who the hell knows why this last section is here at all. John, stick to music. Your politics, business sense and grasp of reality really suck.

Do some research and you will find you are the failed naïve idealism of Apple Records, on steroids. And John, you are one arrogant, ignorant fool. --Joseph Nigro]

Always Rooting For Defeat

“Don’t underestimate the capacity of Democrats to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. Don’t underestimate our ability to screw it up.”

-- Barack Obama, stating the main reason the Democrats shouldn't be allowed to hold power, last Thursday at a rally featuring Bruce Springsteen and Billy Joel

"The Democrats are fearful of all this. The Democrats are always fearful."

-- Joe Biden, saying what I've always said about liberals (while they try to project their fear onto conservatives) as they pretend they can protect the country.

“You have never seen a more superstitious campaign than ours. We do not talk about victory.”

-- Dan Pfeiffer, an Obama spokesman, not using the phrase "NewAge" - when he should - and sounding like a loser.

I See Dead People

"Mrs. Clinton is the tea bag that brings the boiling water with her. It's always high drama with her, always a cauldron--secret Web sites put up by unnamed operatives smearing Barack Obama in the tones of Tokyo Rose, Chinese businessmen having breakdowns on trains after the campaign cash is traced back, secret deals. It's always flying monkeys. One always wants to ask: Why? What is this?"

- Peggy Noonan, the very-perceptive columnist for the Wall Street Journal

"Flying monkeys". Nice choice of words for the Clinton many consider The Wicked Witch of the West, no?

Speaking of seeing weird things around presidential candidates, according to recent reports on a new Shirley MacLaine book, Dennis Kucinich (above) saw a U.F.O. while at MacLaine's house. (Hardly surprising for the likes of him, seeing how he's always making such a big deal of his goofily-bad poetry writing, and the insistence he's so "different".) So - if I've got this right - Kucinich sees U.F.O.s, and Hillary Clinton talks to the dead, amongst other things. And both are, still, considered presidential enough to be regularly invited to debates. Oh-K.

I'm just asking but, has anybody noticed, this kind of stuff doesn't pop up on the radar of the other presidential candidates? I mean, sure, they say John Edwards was boinking a New Ager, but nobody ever said he was one - not even me - since I'm only trying to tell you about confirmed fruitcakes. What's up with that?

As far as I know, comparatively few Republican candidates have been found to be part of the New Age - except for, maybe, unknowingly taking cult money. Any quick look around the blog will show I've had reason to talk, almost exclusively, about Democrats in the pocket of one group of cultists or another. Not because I hate Dems but (surprise!) that's who is, almost exclusively, into cults and cultish thinking. Maybe Republicans are just too tied to the concept of "individual freedom" to let any kind of guru lead them around by the nose for too long?

Hillary, especially, has a long list of New Age stuff in her history while claiming she's merely a Methodist Christian (Notice that none of these so-called "brave" folks can handle being an atheist?) but did you know Arianna Huffington (above, of the politically influential Left-wing Huffington Post blog) is also a follower - of the cult leader John-Roger? I didn't, until the stuff about the Daily Kos and astrology came out, which gave me a reason to start rooting around in the "netroots" phenomena.

Really: So much of the in-house anti-America rhetoric is coming from cult sources, it's truly amazing - makes one wonder what else they're lying about, doesn't it? It does for me because, seriously, I can't seem to find any escape from it.

Bruce Springsteen once said (speaking of this time of war:) “what’s true can be made to seem like a lie, and what’s lying can be made to seem true.” But, really, who's doing the lying? The Right or the Left?

These days, in what Frank Furedi calls The Age of Unreason, I see tons of opinions being treated as facts by the Left, and just as many facts being disregarded as opinions merely because they come from the Right. Seriously, forget about the war for a moment, and ask yourself how much you really know about some other things the Left is pushing on us - things that you can actually nail down - that you can check for yourself? How much of it is true, and right, and really "good"?

Like, is recycling (something which everyone I know insists on) really "good for the environment"? Not according to the facts. Penn and Teller's Bullshit! even won an Emmy for showing "the reality behind recycling, a supposedly pro-environment activity that in actuality creates pollution, has to be subsidized by the government because it's cost ineffective, and is completely unnecessary."

Now, if the Left can be that far-off about good ol' recycling, as they're going out of their way to accomplish it (and fascistically demanding others follow suit) how right, or wrong, might they be about what's going on half-way around the world with our boys lives and, possibly, the fate of our nation on the line?

Admit it: Any of these serial protesters can be that exact same distance from the truth and never know it. And, all the while, screaming their heads off that the president of the United States is actually leading a nation of murderers, when it's they who may be destroying the best chance for peace and prosperity someone else may ever have, leaving only dead bodies in their wake.

I swear, once this shit is cleared up - and it will be - this blog is gonna be worth big bucks one day,...