I'm going to pick on Ashlee Simpson again. Or more accurately, her agent(s), the clueless marketers working for her record company, and the artless money machine that built this no-talent hack into the "superstar" that she was announced as. Did you catch the Orange Bowl halftime show?

While USC took a break from their destruction of the hapless Oklahoma Sooners, Simpson...headlined...the halftime show. Not long ago, she was exposed for the fraud that she is on Saturday Night Live. This time, she figured she had better go live or else. So, the world got to hear just how bad her live voice really is. We were privileged enough to gag on her juvenile, off-tune ramblings, such as "you make me wanna...uh uh uh uh....you make me wanna...ooo ooo ooo ooo...you make me wanna...uh uh uh uh...you make me wanna...SCREAM!"

Why does this machine keep stuffing these people down our throats? Ashlee Simpson is a boardroom creation, and it says a lot about their lack of awareness that a stadium full of college students booed her right out of Florida. Listen to it...it's bloody awful. The only people that listen to Ashlee Simpson are middle school girls. Passing her off as the headliner in the superbowl of college football, you have ask, is there ANYONE out there who understands demographics? Is there anyone out there who understands what music is supposed to be? You can say you like this or hate that, and it's a matter of taste. But you can't say that Ashlee Simpson is talented, just like you can't say that you own a Tyrannosaurus Rex. She is the product of suits in a boardroom. Her "songs" are written by ghost writers who have been spitting out minor revisions of the same song heard all over top 40 radio stations for the past decade or more. Most people either don't realize this or don't care. They just want to know what's popular, and listen to it. So they tune into top 40 stations, sort of listen, and over time they become numb to the very concept of song.

This has to end somewhere. Who knows, maybe Ashlee Simpson is a savior. Maybe her constant public sucking will wake up the music masses. She received the loudest, most universal boo I've ever heard on live television.

Ashlee will be counseled to prance around the truth when asked about her performance and the crowd's unanimous disapproval. Her publicist(s) will say she had a sore throat (again), or that she burned her mouth on hot pizza.

Wake up, music industry. Stop diminishing the concept of music by feeding middle school kids this manufactured bilge. Wake up, entertainment coordinators...learn about what your audience might actually like and respect, and hire accordingly.

How can this shit keep happening?

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