The top-selling album in America this week, in its first week of release, is a so-called "greatest hits" compilation honoring a pop tart who started her recording career 19 months ago and has a whopping two albums to her name.
Now, I certainly realize that lesser lights than Ms. Duff have seen their paltry catalogues scoured in a vein attempt to piece together some semblance of a "best of" treatment. I myself must plead guilty to shelling out ducats for such "greatest hit" packages as Feel It! Very Best of ? & the Mysterians .
But, ya know, there was a time when it would have been considered a bit odd for a pop singer to already be diving headlong into the career retrospective game at the tender age of 17.
I'm just saying.
In related news, I've decided to move to Turkmenistan, where Turkmenbashi the Great (I swear I'm not making this up) has decreed he will no longer tolerate lip-synching in his country. And I say -- you GO, Saparmurat! What's the point of being a batshit insane tinpot dictator-for-life if you can't, every once in a while, marshall your forces against something actually worthy of oppression?
Does that mean I will be allowed to sing out load again?
Posted by: Dad | August 26, 2005 at 09:32 AM
Whenever we're in Turkmenistan, sure.
Posted by: R.J. Lehmann | September 06, 2005 at 03:38 PM