If you were with us yesterday, you may have noticed that faithful reader dave took considerable umbrage at my suggestion that the respective ouevres of Ashlee Simpson and Kelly Clarkson were a trifle lacking in anything that make might make them, uh, interesting or important.
Dave's a terrific fellow and highly knowledgeable about that brand of contemporary barely post-teen pop/rock, and while I remain unconvinced about Simpson and Clarkson, (especially the latter -- sorry, but anybody who came up on the mean streets of American Idol is never gonna get any respect from me), we've basically agreed to disagree on the subject.
That said, in the course of our discussion, dave also sang the praises of Canadian poptarts Skye Sweetnam and
Fefe Dobson, neither of whom I had paid much attention to previously.
Here's the former's video for "Billy S."
And here's Fefe's for "Unforgiven."
Okay, kind of interesting.
But here's my point. While I don't necessarily hate either of those songs -- although "Unforgiven," which dave assured me was "one of the most moving songs ever about the effects of parental separation" strikes my perhaps jaded ears as a hilariously overwrought unintentional parody of teen angst -- I have a larger problem with both of them.
To wit: Isn't it weird to be constructing an entire esthetic around performers who seem to have learned everything they know from reruns of Fame? Which is to say don't both of those kids strike you as musical theater types in fairly unconvincing rock drag, rather than something deserving the same respect as, say, the new Fountains of Wayne CD?
I'm curious what you folks think, so weigh in if you're of a mind to.