I’m wondering if rock stars aren’t actually some of the most insecure people around. Probably worse than most of us.
I was tempted to mention names when I started writing this, but I won’t since it’s not really about a specific person – it’s about the phenomenon as such.
So… Let’s call Rockstar number 1 for, say, “John”.
Most recently was there a fan who complained about people who complained about John’s band splashing “blood” and spit on their audience during their shows. The fan in question reckoned that if people didn’t tolerate the blood and the spit, they should stay at home. The fact that John even reposted that on his Facebook indicates that he wants/needs others to agree.
And of COURSE he gets what he wants. There are thousands of dweebs out there who are ONLY going to tell him what he wants to hear.
John gets to hear that he indeed is the best rockstar in the world and he should not bother with stupid people who criticize him and blah blah blah.He comes across as a five-year-old who needs people’s approval and other people to cheer him on all the time. Why else would a man in his 50’s give a rat’s ass about what “people” think?! What difference does it make what faceless strangers think? He’s sold millions of records, his band fills arenas, he’s got a big, fat bank-account and chicks everywhere willing to do anything for him at any time – you know what I mean. He is living the rockstar dream. YET he isn’t content with who he is. If he was, he wouldn’t be updating his status on Twitter and Facebook around the clock – steering the comments to be about what he needs and wants to hear. A person who is stable and content with his life and who he is, doesn’t need that kind of constant attention.
I guess that in our modern internet-world COMMENTS can be a drug like heroin since people like John crave it so much. When does it end?
Does it ever end? Is it ever enough? WHEN do you realize that maybe you ARE appreciated and can be satisfied just knowing that?
Seems like you can never get a man like that to be happy about who he is and secure in his role as the object for adoration. In a way it’s very sad.
Anyone who has such a strong desire to get constant CONSTANT backup for every bullshit little thing, has the world’s worst self-confidence. It just amazes me how this man dispite his “dream life” can be like a lost child who needs the love and admiration of perfect strangers whose opinions shouldn’t really matter one bit.
There is another rock star who is even worse. Let’s call him Bill.
His attention needs are so enormous that he needs his own scale for it. I know – because I used to hang with him and with his band during their heyday. All of us who have kept up with Bill and the gang will know exactly what that means.
He can’t even go out for a simple jog without sending a freaking MAP via Twitter, letting people know exactly where is is, in case anyone would like to “come by and say hi”. Oh, Jesus, man. You’re out JOGGING for god’s sake?!
If he’s in a café or pub, he lets everyone know that he’s there in that very moment. Name of place, map, email, phone number, fax, website, whatever the hell….
Cause GOD FORBID he would have to sit there alone for five minutes without someone admiring him.
Just my two cents.