Talent? What talent? Did you really say “talent”?
Excuse me for sounding a little skeptical, but talent in pop music is an extremely elusive commodity.
That movement is essentially driven by youthful protagonists, and not much should be expected from individuals barely emerging from adolescence.
They are eager to make a splash, and today all they need is a relatively good figure and the willingness to appear onstage in their underwear. That’s about it.
And in today’s crass environment it seems that every kid on earth is willing to do that.
Unlike the performers of yore, today’s pop stars don’t need any particular talent.
A total lack of self-respect mixed with a high degree of exhibitionism will suffice.
Every newcomer wants to outperform the previous sensation and the quickest way to attain that goal is stripping.
After the latest exhibition of that insufferable Cyrus twerp (who by the way is as sexy as a cleaning mop) anything can be expected.
I predict that bare-breasted performers (style Femen) are not far away.
And there won’t be any pretense of “wardrobe malfunctions”.
In a blaze of computerized lighting, artificial smoke and deafening noise, young women will eagerly gyrate and shake their boobs to make headlines.
Grabbing their crotches and sticking out their tongues is also a sure way to shock the audience into submission.
I am not a prude and the sight of a naked boob has never sent me running for cover, but there is a time and a place for everything and a public stage in not the right venue for such moves.
First there was Marlene Dietrich (the Blue Angel), then Madonna, Lady Gaga, and then the most childish and annoying of them all, that insufferable Cyrus halfwit, the evil Siamese twin of that equally detestable Bieber moron.
“Après moi le déluge”, but are our children and grandchildren condemned to worship (shudder) those pathetic new Golden Calves?
Like in an old Peter Sellers movie, I suggest sending Cyrus (with a one-way ticket) to the moon.
La Foudre