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Some of the press are celebrating the fact that X Factor winner Alexandra Burke won the “battle” for this year’s Christmas No. 1 ahead of Jeff Buckley’s version of Hallelujah. What is there to celebrate?
Burke is just another faceless, talentless product of the marketing machine, the handles of which are turned by Fuller, Cowell, and Walsh. She sounds like every other black female singer that’s coming out at the moment; she’s certainly no different than the last winner of the “competition”, and now they’ve destroyed a classic song that a generation of kids will think belongs to her.
It really pisses me off that each year it becomes harder and harder for real talent to break through. And there IS talent out there! There are singers and bands that write their own music and lyrics, perform with originality, and do something that makes them stand out from the It Crowd. But thanks to these three greedy fat cats that are running (sic) and ruining the industry, nobody else can get a look in.
I know it makes me sound like an old fart, but think about the damage we are doing to our children’s ability to create when they think all they need to do is win a popularity contest to make it big. Think about the false hopes we are putting in them, and the morale that being popular for five minutes automatically means you are worth something long term.
This is what the Politically Correct mob have always wanted: the airwaves and TV channels smothered in do-goody “artists” who are squeaky clean and perform clean songs. They call it freedom of expression, but I call it complete censorship. We need another Sex Pistols, Oasis, and Marilyn Manson; we NEED Stiff Records! Like them or loathe them – at least these people are creative and stimulating in however way that comes. How can we expect out children to form opinions on the world when everything has been dumbed down so much it means nothing any more?
Besides, everyone knows Jeff Buckley stands head and shoulders above anything that’s ever come out of shows like The X Factor. Something must be done. Where’s Freddy Mercury when you need him?
Some good news: Robert Louis Stevenson is to get own website that will showcase his work, thanks to a £34,500 grant from the Carnegie Trust made to Napier University. The project should be complete by 2010. Good stuff.
Did a lot of work on Blood Ties in the morning, and laid out what I could of issue 6 of The Ranfurly Review for March. Also began loading up my December GDR Review for publication tomorrow, as well as advance posts for my GDR Full 2008 Review for the 29th, and my GDR Full 2009 Plan for publication on the 1st January. It was a busy day, and that was around what was a busy few hours at the day job.
In the evening I re-submitted the short story that was only out for a couple of hours before being rejected. Not the story I assure you – the market in question, Stride Magazine, always rejects within a couple of hours. I doubt if Rupert, the editor, even reads anything he receives. If he does, he’s welcome to leave a comment and prove it.
I finally collated my notes from Devon Ellington’s Dialogue Workshop at this year’s Muse Conference so I can refer to them more easily, and the fiction that came out of the exercises I assembled with a view to developing further. One story that came out of it, The Big Taff Affair, has been developed and was submitted this evening.
I’m almost wrapped up for the year. Tomorrow will be my last post until the 29th and will include my December GDR Wrap-Up. On Monday I’ll post my full review of the year.