― Tom, Thursday, 30 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― anthony, Thursday, 30 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Geoff, Thursday, 30 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Andrew L, Thursday, 30 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― mark s, Thursday, 30 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
They have to behave like a star. And this does not mean simply bad behaviour involving sex and drugs, though Dionysian decadence certainly helps. What makes a star a star is their total *alienness*. Of course they seem glamourous while engaging in their Freudian sex and death dances- a true rock star is the one who still seems somehow alien and seems to transcend common human nature, even as they are wrapping themselves in the most normal of activities. Anyone can look like a not quite human god alien while on stage- a true rock star appears even more like a not quite human god alien the more mundane the activity they engage in.
Yet at the same time, a rock star must seem to be just enough like me, the fan, in order to make me believe that in some alternate universe, that could be me. Contradictions like that are at the heart of the rock star myth.
You will notice that I've said nothing about the music. Music is for musicians. Rock stars are something else... it helps if they are a good musician, but they are not necessarily the same thing.
― Kate the Saint, Thursday, 30 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― DG, Thursday, 30 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Andrew Williams, Thursday, 30 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― duane, Thursday, 30 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
But, it only goes to show that half the idea of "rock star" is in the projection *you* place upon it.
― dave q, Thursday, 30 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Lyra, Thursday, 30 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Thursday, 30 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Rock Star:
Obviously number one thing must be to make good music. This should go without saying. You can make as many attempts as you like to walk the walk but if you can't sing the song then you're outta here...
As Kate said, best not to be conventionally beautiful- perfection is ultimate paradox [perfection=bland=not perfection].
Behaviour is childishly obnoxious yet ever obliging. The sheer factor of not being afraid to look like an asshole rendering you incapable of asshole-esque qualities (ie Getting Away With It).
Oh, and you have to be American, sorry.
And want to sleep with me.
It's that last bit that always gets 'em. Damn.
― emil.y, Thursday, 30 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Of course, they could always sleep with me once and then fuck off back to America.
Ah well.
― Curt, Thursday, 30 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― cw, Friday, 31 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)