Monday, October 09, 2006

ENTERTAINMENT DROPPINGS: The Bitter Irony Of The Hollywood Walk Of Fame

Of course, what would a trip to Long Beach be without a 45 minute sojourn to Hollywood? Well, that's exactly what I did this past Friday, and that means it's time for some commentary on the sad state of affairs at the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

Let's take a look at some examples of what I mean:

First up, the Steve Miller Band. Okay, maybe at one point they were slightly culturally relevant, I grant you that. But honestly, wouldn't the release of Abracadabra make any of their other achievements null and void?

Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band? Seriously? They actually gave a star to the man responsible for writing a song about passing his own stool?

And here we are at Dick Van Patten. Who knew refusing to get rid of an obvious combover and dancing like a moron for Weird Al Yankovic could lead to immortal fame?

This one's a little hard to read, but trust me when I say to you that yes, Rick Dees has his own star. Rick Friggin Dees. Call me crazy, but something tells me I'd rather not live in a world where the man responsible for Disco Duck is celebrated rather than punished.

And now, the cruelest irony of them all: the Apollo XI astronauts. Yes, the only people commemorated on the Walk of Fame who have actually been to the stars don't even get their names in one...just a big square, surrounded by deadbeat Hollywood people whose names are actually in stars. Truly there is no justice in this world.


Blogger Crispinus said...

I'll take exception to your calling Donald O'Connor a deadbeat. (And maybe even Maria Callas if I'm drunk enough.) Dead, yes; deadbeat, hell no, bee-yotch!

12:14 PM  

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