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So I sat there listening – trying for the life of me
to figure out what the big fucking deal was. Alliyah this,
and alliyah that, and on and on and on… and ON. I’d
heard the name once or twice – and usually in a respectful
light. But THIS is ridiculous. You’d think this bitch
had found a cure for cancer the way everyone’s carrying
on. Everywhere I look there’s either some asshole on
the news fawning over her, or some crappy ‘shrine’
burning candles somewhere on Sunset, or in this case –
Janet Jackson adding five more unbearable minutes to an already
suicidal thought-inducing Video Music Award show.
‘She was just a singer, right?’ I had to ask.
‘Yeah. And she was in ‘Romeo Must Die’
‘Oh yeah? Well what else?’
And in that silence I realized the only truth her death pointed
out: that it was an incredibly slow week for news. Come on
– a funeral procession through the streets of New York?
This is the kind of shit that can’t even be justified
for people who actually did change the world, let alone some
22 year old chick who put out yet another in a seemingly endless
line of phony, overly produced pop crap. Now take into consideration
that these ‘beautiful, thoughtful’ funeral arrangements
were most likely made by the scoundrels at Virgin Records,
who did it strictly as part of the ‘How To Cash in
When Your Star Dies’ plan
And like lambs to the fucking slaughter, every nitwit in
America ran out and bought her album – making it number
1 on the charts the following week. Congratulations Virgin.
You’re wish came true. Unfortunately this says nothing
about Aaliyah or her music, only how to cash in when your
star dies.
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