Ever wonder why artists Do-Crazy-Crap-for-Attention sometimes?
Imagine you just built your dreamhome, it's your heart and soul, but no one else pays it any attention.
But, if the walls were zebra-striped, the roof glittered, and the lawn made of neon yellow boas, everyone would pay attention.
Lady Gaga is the epitome of DCCA, she has an amazing voice and makes catchy songs (I've been known to sing a little Po-po-po-pokerface) but she wouldn't have nearly as much fame as she does if it wasn't for her WTH wardrobe. Smashing liqour bottles on flaming pianoes is always a good eye-catcher too...
True, pop preformers have to stand out from the crowd more, but my point's the same.
Poor Terry Balasmo -of Evanessence-, hurt his neck from headbanging for attention, (and to hype up the crowd too, I guess) and when his neck was out of commision, he swapped headbanging for dreadlocks.
Still Evanessence, Amy Lee is actually blonde and has green eyes, but since she was in a gothic rock band, she dyed her hair black, bought blue-eye contacts, and a pair of batwings.
Lacuna Coil's front-duo stand out, Andrea's long hair, goofy mustache, and biker sleeves, and Christina's wearing black leather underwear over her pants.
Muse puts vampire teddybears that want to take over the world in their music videos.
Howabout Greenday? Billie Armstrong's onstage persona is enough to make him unique, and his appererance well...he did get kicked off of a plane for saggy pants. (They're working on a new album by the way)
Gavin Rossdale -of Bush- looks homeless sometimes. His wife, Gwen Stefani -as if I have to tell you, No Doubt-, has her own ways of standing out.
Let's not forget The Great Orange Hope, Halyley Williams -Paramore- deserves to be in this post for her haircolor alone. Plus her tomboy style that she'll ditch for a dress, just to throw us off every now and then.
Performers make themselves blacksheep sometimes so they are noticed, even if they are unlike anyone else. I have to blame producers getting in their ears too, I mean, why else would everyone try so hard to be different?
Producers suck, they make have influence over bands/artists, and then we end up with a sea of blah-blah-blah robots.
That's why I love Phil Phillips, a contestant on American Idol, he comes out every night in a T-shirt and jeans and sings his butt off.
He knows who he is and doesn't let anyone tell him what he should and shouldn't do, as he put it, he's not there to touch -annoying, screaming- girl's hands, he's there to play music.
He remains true through music, preforming, and cosmetically.
(Take that, Tommy Hilfiger!)
Allright, I'm gonna post a picture of a dancing spider monkey in frilly, pinky panties so somebody will pay attention to me...
:)
P.S Can you guess what song my title comes from?
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