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Recently you opened the giant black hole that is your mouth, into which all happiness and positivity gets sucked into a dark, dark void (and no that isn’t a black joke), to say something so positively stupid that I had to address it as the first completed act of the day. I just woke up, I haven’t even had my morning pee yet but I have to get this out.

Recently you sat down and gave a theory that the death of your son Michael, you remember him don’t you? No, not Tito…Yes, the one that had all the fame and money, could be blamed on the mother of your children because she didn’t visit him days before his death. Hey whatever makes you sleep on that bed of lies, deception, guilt, shame and back problems at night, I guess.

Then you went on to admit:

“[Joe] said to Katherine, “I said this would have never happened if you had went and been with him.”

There are lots of things I can tolerate when it comes to general fuckery and not bat an eye or get so offended that I’m going to step out of line to an old dude, but this….no. No.

You don’t get to tell the mother of your children that the death of her child is her fault.

There’s a reason why Michael didn’t want you in his life, it’s because you are a negative energy that not even the sun can shine light on. You say you were worried about Michael? No you weren’t, you were worried about your pockets.

Telling a woman who just lost her son, no matter how old or young he was, that his death is directly related to her is probably the most inconsiderate, insensitive, douchebag of a move I’ve ever heard.

You should be ashamed of yourself but for some reason, considering your past behavior, I think it’s impossible for you to feel shame…about anything. Because despite knowing that most of a America has a negative view about you which has only been compounded by your antics after Michael’s death, you still continue to open your mouth and let the most asinine, contrived, arrogant and unabashed statements of self hype that anyone has ever seen slip from the trash bin that is your sense of  propriety.

How the FUCK are you to advertise a business plan after your son’s death in an interview about how you FEEL about your son’s death. I suspect the answer is because you don’t feel. You aren’t empathetic or sympathetic to anyone’s cause but your own. You expect everything to go your way and when it doesn’t it’s someone else’s fault. Never yours.

Perhaps instead of blaming the mother of your child you should blame the doctor that pumped your son full of more drugs than a two-bit whore in the basement of a crack house.

Perhaps instead of blaming others you should blame yourself. You ever think that maybe beating the ever-living shit out of your son constantly at a young age might have had an effect on him? Statistics don’t lie.

Now maybe you can blame it on the stages of acceptance, one of which is trying to find someone to blame to be angry at, but I don’t buy it. You’re a grown ass man who still acts like a child in a playground pointing fingers when you should be pointing fingers at yourself and trying to figure out what YOU did wrong.

I understand you’re old and perhaps your self censoring mechanism has become rusted and broken down under the pressure of father time, but considering how this seems to be a trend and not a recent development, I’m going to stop giving you ideas on what to blame next.

There is a reason you were cut out of both Michael’s will and his life. It’s because you are unapologetic for what you’ve done, what you are doing and what you are going to do and anyone who is smart will remove that kind of element from their life. Katherine has been giving you money and still giving you a chance and despite all that you still treat her like she owes you or even worst, you own her. I can’t say I understand that but I’m much more willing to empathize with Katherine than i am with you. You chose your Karma.

I don’t know what kind of relationship you have, but judging by the fact that you told her it was her fault, makes me see that Katherine is a STRONG woman for not having killed you already.

I don’t promote murder and I wish you no harm, but let’s just face it; You’re an asshole.

Yours in sincerity,

Me

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You already know which parts are my favorite.

Thank you.

Rihanna looking sexy, as usual. Photo from Missjia.com

I know it may seem like I was being harsh but trust me, that was constructive criticism there. Do what you do, cause seriously you are doing well just…try not to go TOO far out into the ocean. I know you can swim but you have to account for fatigue, water temperatures, wind speeds all that shit and that last red hairdo was a sink and drown. JS. Love what you’re doing. Continue to fight the fight and I will resume having a slight (I can hear my friends saying “SLIGHT?!” from all the way over here) crush on you.

Yours In Sincerity,

Me.

P.S.S) Offer still stands. I’ll hold your drink. I’ll be your official drink holder. I mean im going back to school so I probably can’t be a like..fulltime drink holder. But if you’re ever in Atlanta, I’ll hold your drink. Won’t let you fuck up my couch though, just got that shit cleaned.

Uhm….wow. Just wow.

Lawl. too much.

Dear Rihanna,

Hi. You don’t know me and you probably never will but I thought I’d take the opportunity to address an issue between me and you. This might be a long letter, so I’ll try to get straight to the point.

I like women. As a women that might technically make me a lesbian though I don’t identify with that and therefore don’t call myself such (it’s a long story and is really inconsequential at this point). So as a women who “enjoys the company” of other women, I find you extremely attractive and until recently, you could have done no wrong by me. My friends would sit back and say things like:

“Did you see Rihanna’s new outfit? It’s hideous! what was she thinking?”

and I would defend you saying:

“You know she’s coming into her own style she’s free to explore and you know what, she’s so beautiful that she kind of makes it work.”

I bought your most recent album, one of the first albums I’ve actually purchased in years (I usually just get them from friends who have bought and pick the songs I like). After listening to your CD three times through the first night, I found a new respect for you as an artist and a person and that only fueled my defending of your choices as I can understand how hard it can be in the music industry, especially as a female artist, trying to keep up the success you have while remaining true to who you are.

When people insisted your current album was trash and it wouldn’t go anywhere I said no, it’s excellent. It’s not filled with club hits like the last album, but it has something the other album didn’t; a personal flair.

You were, in my opinion, not susceptible to any fashion faux-pas despite the differing opinion of my friends. Even with that golden hawk-shave thing you did, I didn’t like it at first but it grew on me. It really did, the way you brushed it to the side, it was hot. It was nice. I was just getting used to the look. Then you did this:

Rihanna, probably singing "Rockstar 101"

Boo. Baby girl. Sweety…no. I can’t. I just really can’t. You are doing WAY too much with this. I am such a fan of both your face and your musical expression (some of it, that whole R&B thing before “Umbrella” was trash, sorry.) but I can’t get behind this.

I mean, at the end of the day I’d like to, but that is a lot going on. This is constructive criticism here, okay so it’s not being mean…I’m sure you get enough of that.

At the end of the day, do you. Which you are obviously doing. Do what makes you happy, what you want to do and do it while you’re still young and on top and you can get away with this kind of shit. 40-year-old Rihanna looking like the fourth redheaded member of the 3 stooges is not gonna be so…okay. With anyone. I’m sure there are a few people who like it and I guess it doesn’t really matter as long as YOU like it but…I mean. I’M JUST SAYING.

Either way. I still like what you’re doing. Keep up the good work but maybe next time you decide to get a cut and color, run it by someone first. Please.

Yours in Sincerity,

Amber-Noelle

P.S.S) I know I’ve declared my distaste for Perez Hilton many times and despite that I still visit his site (obvious by the credits on this image) but I’d just like to say I don’t think he’s necessarily a bad guy, he’s just being rude and mean-spirited for the same of “fame” and that’s not cool. What can I say, I’m a creature of habit.

P.S.S) Call me. We should be friends. I’ll carry your purse.

Because it’s my site and I post what I want dammit. Listen to this shit, it’s catchy, funny, and has a message. Plus its nice to watch.

“Now I’m singing with my gay voice, to let you know that I am sensitive”

General Larry Platt at his American Idol audition where he sang the now famous "Pants on the Ground" song.

I don’t know why anyone other than his family members really care, but if you were wondering, he’s not dead.

There is a rumour floating around that he was beaten to death by some young hooligans who didn’t like his “Pants on the Ground” song, you know that annoying one that people have been singing since he danced and sang it on American Idol? Yeah, that dude. He’s not dead. End of story.