One can never deny the chutzpah of one Paris Hilton, the heiress who never really needed her debut album to be a success. Yet even for the low expectations set by most everyone, the “Paris” record sales have been embarrassingly low. Perhaps this is because most artists are motivated towards success by passion and hunger, both attributes that Paris has never truly experienced. She isn’t very passionate about anything at all, but rather, Paris Hilton exudes a practiced indifference with every breath, blink, and bared boobie. For its part, hunger isn’t anything that a Hilton has known since Conrad Hilton created his family’s legacy. Even though Paris Hilton can endorse any product in manner of white noise and sell products for others, she is a failure as an artist. She cannot create music because one cannot really fake passion or hunger for the art itself, and thus, this is a nearly impossible task for her to achieve.
As expected, Paris shows little reaction to her album’s critical and commercial failure. Rather, she readies herself for the release of the next video, which apparently is every teenage boy’s wet dream. Even though her role is that of a student, Paris looks far older than the neighbor boy she seduces within the video. Once cannot help but wonder if she is purposely channelling Debra LaFave.
Photo Source: Fetch Me Some Music, which possesses even more stills from the video.
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That kid looks like he has Down’s Syndrome.
I think the whole passion thing, while true, is a red herring.
Her main shortcoming is a complete and utter lack of musical talent.
As someone who can still kind of remember his pubesant years, when I’d have gladly had relations with a rattle snake if the bitch had held still long enough, I get the feeling Paris is targeting the only group that will still have her.
Sure she’s nasty (possibly infested with Herpisyphamelia), boney and untalented. But she has what most 13 – 15 year old guys find attractive in a woman a heart-beat and a willingness to have teh sex with them.
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Yeah, but Paris is so rapidly descending into ‘joke’ territory that even kids, who now especially are really in tune with what is cool and what is not, are liable to turn her off.
When I was a kid in the 80′s that’s what I saw happen to people like Ozzy all the way up to Michael Jackson (and, I suspect Britney is going to find this out soon).
Once you are officially a punchline, you can no longer be cool and owning music by a joke makes you uncool too- and no kid wants to be uncool
Paris said she wanted her CD to sound like a cross between Blondie & the Go-Gos, missing the point that both those bands started at the very bottom – Blondie on the Bowery, the Go-Gos in the Masque aka the basement of a porno theater in LA – doing music that they were passionate about at a time when there was no market for it, except in England. Debbie Harry & the Go-Gos were both willing to live in squats & squalor for a chance to work on their music & develop. So Paris (& Ashlee, & Lindsay, & Hilary etc) is trying to skip over the part that made songs like “Dreaming” & “This Town” so infectious in the first place
Well BA, obviously there _is_ a market for shallow, non-dues-paying fluff popstars like Hilary, Ashlee, Lindsey, as well as Britney back to Tiffany et al- the thing is, most of those people who were (or are) trying to appeal to pre- and barely post-pubescent girls (and guys I guess) at least started out as reasonably wholesome.
Its kind of creepy to start right out with a ephebophile thing going on.
That, and there is the fact that very few “pure celebs” like Paris (that is, people mostly famous for being famous) don’t have a great track record for crossing over to musical success. People will pay to see them in movies or on TV, because there is such a fine line between “acting” and just basically playing your celeb persona. Some people obviously enjoy Paris’ ditzy slut routine. However, it doesn’t translate well into recordings, unless she went completely over-the-top ala RuPaul or something and completely traded on her noteriety. She’s trying to fashion herself as a “serious artiste” and that dog just won’t hunt. Not even in the gay discos where camp is king (or queen). She _should_ have camped it up and she might have had a flash in the pan novelty hit.
By trying to be serious she’s set herself up for ridicule (if anymore can be heaped on her head). Plus, I think we are very near the tipping point of serious Paris fatigue. People are getting sick of even hearing about her bony ass. BTW, she really has the wonky eye thing going on in the pic where she’s arm in arm with the guy. She looks like Bubs from Homestarrunner
She has no sense of irony, as in her statement
Camille Paglia said people are living in a tense time in which they want to be soothed, & there’s something soothing about Paris. She’s certainly not threatening. (Paglia also noted Paris’ Madonna-like affinity for the lens: “She feels the Zeitgeist. She has that dancer’s feel for the camera, for the observing eye, and she produces fantastic still pictures.”)
But when Debbie Harry sang When I met you in the restaurant / You could tell I was no debutante or the Go-Gos sang Discarded stars like worn-out cars litter the streets of this town / This town is our town, it is so glamorous they weren’t just blowing smoke out of their asses.
I don’t think I’m arguing with you, I’m agreeing- she shouldn’t have tried to make it as a “serious artiste” and expect people to buy it. She’s a musical (and acting for that matter) diletante trying to make a buck before her 15 mins is up and she should have put out a release that reflected that, as I said, like RuPaul or someone.
I guess deep inside that vapid little head there is a part of her that knows she is a joke, is respected by virtually no one, and that her time, even on the tabloids, as anything but a washed up curiosity of the early ‘naughts, is limited.
From her interviews, she apparently heard her voice in the wash of reverb, digital delay, tone correction and thick chorus sweetening and thought “wow, I can really sing! This’ll show ‘em!”
The thing is, with enough production, any weekend karaoke wannabe can ‘sing’ passably. As you say, you have to have some cache to go along with it, and some attitude. The Go-gos and Debbie Harry had it, probably because they paid (a bit) of dues. Paris has had it all handed to her, she has no depth to reach into for soul or feeling. She’s just aping every dance record she’s ever heard. Besides the fact, she’s trapped by the persona she’s created, and no one is going to respect any output by what everyone will always remember as the slut in the nighvision cam or the ditz on Simple Life.
I don’t care if she sang like the 2nd coming of Joplin or Garland or even Debbie Gibson.