America’s next musical genius

(Confessions of an Heir-Head Head) CHEERS to The Phoenix & writer Sharon Steel with the brass balls thereof, as they boldy go where no celebrity bottom feeder has gone before: to openly declare the truth - Paris Hilton: Love her or hate her, she is still so loveable. More than that's hot damn, the Phoenix declares right smackdown dab on the cover, that she's "AMERICA'S NEXT MUSCICAL GENIUS" in big bold face the future or get the hell over yourself. The Truth Hurts, Bitches. ...FINALLY SOMEONE WHO GETS IT! ...The stars are blind but true blue star gazers are ultimately eyes wide open minded and def not deaf. I mean I'm a RADIO CLASH CITY ROCKER from way-back-in-the-day and a radical socialized liberal but that means nobody tells me what I can or can't get off on. I'm sorry, what's that you say? Did I hear Ms. Steel say that "BOO! Ashlee Simpson"'s I AM ME puts L.A.M.B. to shame. HOLY MODAL ROUNDERS the bases and heading for home straight into the arms of Paris Hilton? Hell-a-skip-to-my-lulu-ya! The more people hate on women, the more it makes me ask why? And in the case of Ashlee & Paris, it only made me rashly ravish them more. But then Ashes had already delivered the sonic blows to the empire of my heart. Now here comes Paris and whoops there she goes and gives me a rational reason to lose my mind all over her. SEX is Paris Hilton. She's so sweet AND street. Her new album is so "hot to death" - it's been featured for free on AOL and more than made my week and stopped my heart... it skips a beat to go man go scratch on her door, or rather, the record store's next week... 4 DAYS TILL HILTON! ...sells a ton, the debut debuts at Number 1! Her song "Fightin Over Me" is my YOU GOTTA FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHT TO PARIS MySpace profile theme song. ...To all you playa haters across the nation: "Well, allow me to retort" ...ASHES TO ASHLEE, Angel Dust to Highway Stardust, this Megatop Phoenix gonna rise above, like us she must... Ashlee Simpson's INVINCIBLE - She can dance she can sing she can clown she can bring it on with everything and more till there's nothing left to lose out on the floor but herself in our l.o.v.e. for her. ...And now, WE'LL ALWAYS HAVE PARIS. (myspace.com/thewaymouth)

Are you high? Way to dilute the meaning of the word "genius." Once upon a time it was generally reserved for those of the calibre of an Einstein or Mozart. You know, those with exceptional mental prowess. Today it's applied to any dope who figures out that sex sells. Paris Hilton, who is possibly the most useless individual on the planet, deserves to be bludgeoned with a rotting donkey carcass. Why are you wasting ink on her gaudy hypercapitalist date rape soundtrack when there are authentic artists out there who could use the attention? Stop contributing to the dumbing down of our nation.

This is my second letter to dare The Boston Phoenix to publish, in praise of unashamed and unafraid writer Sharon Steel's rave review of Paris Hilton's new debut album, "Paris," and the paper's up-front declaration on the cover that she's "America's Next Musical Genius." The first letter did not get published. So in her words, "Gonna make me scream/ Gonna cause a riot," to get this one into the paper. Since the paper didn't have any need for my effusive approval, I'll lay another plan of attack: to address the only letters they've printed so far, in each of the last two issues, airing haters of Hilton magic touch. _____________________________________________________________ {And since I am posting my new letter here online, in response to apparent mysogynist/neanderthal deaf reader RobberBaron, who claims Paris "deserves to be bludgeoned with a rotting donkey carcass"...for her "gaudy hypercapitalist date rape soundtrack..." Since the Phoenix has not removed his obviously inappropriate comment, in the words of Tricky Dicky Nixon, don't get the impression that you arouse my anger. You see, one can only be angry with those he respects..." Actually I'm still plenty angry, like I am with our president, but if I say anymore I would definitely make inappropriate comments.) ... Now granted "Paris" only landed at number 6 in her first week on Billboard, falling 5 chart positions shy of numero uno as I had predicted, but not bad for a complete loser in the eyes/ears of the letter writers. In the words of Jules from "Pulp Fiction," "well, allow me to retort." The first letter came from a dedicated musician bitter about her lack of success in comparison to that of this Paris come lately. The second letter came from an apparent veteran of hanging out at the local clubs, who ventured that any guitar/bass/drums combo in Boston has 10 times the talent of Paris. Well, in the words of the accused of no talent, who's been playing music since age 6, "jealousy is such an evil thing." __________________________________________ There's art for art's sake, of which I am alas stuck in that rut myself, and then there's commercial success and vindication. A whole lot of money and the right connections, along with timing and luck make for a chance at mass appeal. Then there's marketing at which Paris has certainly proved she's a genius. "You got to live up to your name or else you die in shame," as Mikey Dread once sang about The Clash. To accusations she's just a part of "the star-maker machinery behind the popular song," even genius Joni Mitchell admitted she was. But the bottom line comes down to "who put this thing together? Me, that's who!" Just as Tony Montana responded in "Scarface," the album is by Paris, and is self-titled. She's gets the accolades, she suffers the slams and write-offs, she in fact gets the death threats. She had a lot of help with her album, but she put in the hours, she made the ultimate decisions. In answer to Steel's question, who made the wise decision to to release "Stars Are Blind" as the first single just in time for sweet summertime. The answer is it was against the wishes of main producer Scott Starch. It was decided by Paris and yes, she was right. _______________________________________________________________ As to the end results, the substance behind the flash company, Paris delivers. In fact her album hit the streets one week before that of the most widely acknowledged individual musical genius in rock history: Bob Dylan. His latest album, "Modern Times," has received the expected 5-star reviews all over the place from the usual suspects, the old reviewers in denial of their and his old age, and perhaps even by young reviewers in denial that they were never there when he in fact long ago lived up to his fame. Bob Dylan and The Band at The Boston Garden was the first rock show I ever saw some 30 years ago now, and he's been the most inspirational figure in my life, along with The Clash's Joe Strummer. But as Joe said, at one time or another every artist puts out shit, and nothing but has been delivered again by the now master at it. On first full listen I hated it, then second time around I wanted to be fair and feared I was being too hasty in dismissing it. Third time was the harm as I realized it was worse than I first feared. There is nothing catchy or cool or genius about it. It is the sound of a wheezing by the graveyard, a stink bomb blowing wind. Meanwhile I've listened to Paris's album over 20 times, each time as she black buckles me in for a sizzling pop roller coaster ride on the most fun album of the year. She out-sings him, the musicians outplay his, and the songs slay his. Compared to the old master's never ending tour of decline, Paris's fresh beats are indeed genius.