Covid was big-time famous, and then, like a lot of rock stars who are big-time famous, it virtually disappeared. From Mark Oshinskie at markoshinskie8de.substack.com:
Despite playing only basic guitar and piano and having a no-frills, one octave voice, I’ve composed and recorded 12 songs, all of which have been played on some radio station or other. I don’t have any DJ friends and haven’t paid any bribes.
My songs have gotten airplay because their lyrics express countercultural perspectives. Using the nom de guerre, Mahwah Paterson, I’ve mocked Disneyworld, sperm banks, Shakespeare and freezing the baseball hero Ted Williams’s head, et al. Some of these tunes were on YouTube until, as with my early anti-Coronamania posts, censors found and removed them. But at least as of this week, my pre-mRNA shot, anti-Pharma song, “Drugged Up Man” was still audible there. My daughter, Cammi, made the amusing, accompanying video.
When I mention these radio appearances to new acquaintances, people are more impressed than they are by anything else I’ve done. Those who don’t know me well think they’re talking to someone mildly famous.
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Many adults become visibly excited around even minor celebrities, no matter why a given individual is well-known. People like to be photographed with even the marginally famous, bask in their reflected glory and share these encounters on Instagram.
Fame creates a halo effect. Many people not only fawn over the famous, these fans/stans believe celebrities have special insights about life, such that they’ll buy products or vote for political candidates that the famous endorse.
Better yet who has the patent?
Speaking of fake slop, you can tell the phony ones on Tube with the sensational headlines, especially during the P Diddy Diddler trial handled by comradette Comey.
LARP uber alles in a Potemkin Clown World.