What’s in a Ke$ha? She pounced into the mainstream seemingly out of nowhere, erratically conjuring questions of credibility, leaving behind a trail of half-hearted wonder and body glitter residue.
I met this character a few months back at an industry show in Toronto. From my astute observations, I decided that she was a sweet girl, giving everyone hugs at the meet-n-greet and appearing sober. This is in huge contrast to the performance, which had the presentation of a wasted live-band karaoke evening.
If it were not for sloppy interviews and appearances, I would have believed it all to be an act. That she is simply image-crazy and strictly playing a part — complete with day 3 binge hair. The following video parody takes note of potential contractual obligations.
No doubt of catchy tunes; albeit lacking substance (not the other substances), her debut album Animal was thrust out into the world to hoards of accepting and Ke$ha-impersonating 10 year-olds. This makes me wonder if the infantile demographic was a strategic marketing scheme, or is it simply that fellow 21 year-olds see directly through the lubricated transparency?
Meanwhile, in the virtual world (which, lets face it, is way cooler and more important than reality), Courtney Love decided to weigh in on Catastrophe Ke$ha. I found myself in a tweet and re-tweet evaluation situation with C-Love, who had been berating Ke$ha’s Twitter feed and offering to mentor her, from what I understood. Note the self-bestowed “suxx” on K’s end.
You may be thinking this is all very pot calling the kettle black (which was the underlaying thought in my original tweet), but I feel like Courtney Love has a valued view. If Ke$ha has the opportunity to collaborate/chat/whatever with CL, girlfriend better ask “How high?'” and jump for her fucking life.
Update: This post is now officially Courtney Love-approved.