Monday, June 21, 2004
Somethin' Stupid
Last night Jef and I went to see the legend that is Nancy Sinatra. She sounded great and looked, well, like a 64 year old woman with too much money on her hands.
And it got me thinking. No, not about surgery, but about legends. Legends I have seen. People like Marianne Faithfull, Debbie Harry, Dolly Parton and Nancy Sinatra. How cool it is that when they fade from our radar (granted in varying degrees) they are picked up, shaken, stirred and remixed and have quite marvellous comebacks. Suddenly how accessible they are, how even more fabulous they are and well, how much plastic surgery they have had. Which then lead me to this:
An open letter to Madonna.
Dear Madonna,
It has come to my attention that you should be building up to the same status as some of the female legends of pop.
It cannot be denied that you are not an icon already, you have a career spanning 20 odd years, that in itself is an achievement; success globally, the list goes on. The problem is you've told us you're an icon. You haven't let us rescue you from the doldrums. What you're failing to do is, well, fail. Tragically disappear from our lives, become a recluse, perhaps have an addiction. Then in ten years time, have some new hot young thing discover you, re-invent you, dare I say it again, rescue you.
And Madonna, I don't mean rename yourself Esther - we'll have words about that later. You problem is your own constant re-invention. Stop it now. Move to the countryside, wallow in Guy's failing career. Stop hanging with the hip kids, stop trying to lead the way, I have one word for you FADE FROM MY LIFE.
I'll be back in ten years time to pick you up from your reclusive overbotoxed life somewhere in Bucks.
Yours
Adriana
And it got me thinking. No, not about surgery, but about legends. Legends I have seen. People like Marianne Faithfull, Debbie Harry, Dolly Parton and Nancy Sinatra. How cool it is that when they fade from our radar (granted in varying degrees) they are picked up, shaken, stirred and remixed and have quite marvellous comebacks. Suddenly how accessible they are, how even more fabulous they are and well, how much plastic surgery they have had. Which then lead me to this:
An open letter to Madonna.
Dear Madonna,
It has come to my attention that you should be building up to the same status as some of the female legends of pop.
It cannot be denied that you are not an icon already, you have a career spanning 20 odd years, that in itself is an achievement; success globally, the list goes on. The problem is you've told us you're an icon. You haven't let us rescue you from the doldrums. What you're failing to do is, well, fail. Tragically disappear from our lives, become a recluse, perhaps have an addiction. Then in ten years time, have some new hot young thing discover you, re-invent you, dare I say it again, rescue you.
And Madonna, I don't mean rename yourself Esther - we'll have words about that later. You problem is your own constant re-invention. Stop it now. Move to the countryside, wallow in Guy's failing career. Stop hanging with the hip kids, stop trying to lead the way, I have one word for you FADE FROM MY LIFE.
I'll be back in ten years time to pick you up from your reclusive overbotoxed life somewhere in Bucks.
Yours
Adriana
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