Since you've been blond...
[Um, who wants to break the news to Courtney that David's stepping out with Kelly?]
In the news this week, it was said that American Idol winner Kelly Clarkson will not give American Idol permission to use her songs in future competitions.
Mkay. Where to begin? The Beatles catalog is owned by the deeply in hock owner of Muzak(damn his eyes), Michael Jackson. In fact, by extension, Sony, who is owed tens of millions by Michael Jackson, owns the Beatles catalog. I'm not a Beatles fan, really, though I do like the loopy energy of "bigger than Jesus" weirdos like John Lennon, but I rather think the fab 4 all would have been aghast at the way their song trove has been plundered for advertising in recent years. Seriously - have you noticed McCartney parceling off his solo work for adverts? I haven't. Perhaps Junior's Farm would work for a GMC truck advert. With A Little Luck for Harrah's Casinos. Or No more lonely Nights for KY Warming Gel™. I DO give them at least a little credit for integrity.
"American Idol" must obtain permission from owners of song licenses before the music can be used on the show. While many love the exposure, some artists _ the Beatles, for one _ like to rigidly control use of their music.
Back to Ms.Clarkson. Not that I'm saying she must dance with the one that brung her, but it seems a bit silly to be stingy with American Idol, since her demographic is entirely comprised of AI devotees. Seriously. Does she think on the way home from Ozzfest a bunch of headbangers will pop in her cd to relive the glory of sublimely mindless moments? Or that she will rush in to fill the void left by Kurt Cobain? Or Michael Jackson, for that matter? Fiona Apple? Cher? I just think it's strangely awkward to be distancing herself from AI so soon after it made her a pop idol. Hell, I'm still amazed that Sarah Jessica Parker will not countenance any mention of Square Pegs, which was her artistic peak, in my opinion. I'll bet Jamie Gertz still puts it on her bio. But I digress - SJP's one-note symphony of dramatic expression is for another rant, another day, darlings.
Go forth and do as Big Dick instructs: Have a great weekend.