MTV Cribs. Not, like, Jay-Z’s house; that’s just cool. Acts who have sold and played to millions, I’ve no argument, I just want a peek. No, I mean when they have the drummer out of some mildly successful nu-metal band on and they appear to live in a house the size of Luxembourg with an art collection that would have shamed a Pope. How the hell did THAT happen?
I saw one which featured Sinitta. I honestly thought she’d had those hits in the 80′s, shagged Simon Cowell and then disappeared into suburbia. I genuinely expected to see two kids, an old English sheepdog and a loyal husband, stockbroker or something, while Sinitta fondly remembered the good old days, maybe a wee Cowell anecdote about how he forgot a training bra on a trip to see Robson & Jerome, that sort of thing. Not a bit of it. You remember ‘Frasier’? You remember his place? Twenty times bigger than that with gadgets seemingly designed by NASA for the exclusive use of Sinitta. This place rocked.
Drummer out of KORN, some MTV Child Star….they all live in Palaces! It’s bizarre. Pop stars are the 21st Century Romanovs, except it’s a lot less likely to end in revolution, exile and murder and a lot more likely to end in them simply pulling up the drawbridge and playing their old records over and over and remembering when they used to be someone. It’s utterly mental. And if you think it’s just jealousy on my part, of course it fucking is. I mean, they have a cupboard just for trainers! And a water feature in the hall! And a bastard bowling alley!
I suppose you could say it’s simply the way success falls. For instance, middling success in America is worth more than big success limited to Britain. And it’s clear that airplay over there means you are unlikely to struggle for rent in the future. But it really is weird when someone you have never even heard of has a bigger place than the President.
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