Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Dear Usher,
Dear Usher,
Hasn't it been about enough now?
Don't you think you may have taken this all a bit too far? I remember way back when, you were the "hot new star" with all sorts of talent. And a real "nice guy" image, right? Then you tried acting. That didn't work out so well.
Then you became the sultry, soul singer. This earned you "credibility". And finally, you submitted your most recent work. I recently saw a video of the popular single from this work. It contained the following lyrics:
Up in the club with my homies,
tryna get a lil' V-I,
but keep it down on the low key,
'cause you know how it is.
I saw shorty she was checkin' up on me,
from the game she was spittin' in my ear
you would think that she knew me.
So we decided to chill
It's been about enough, don't you think? This is your big hit, and that's the best you can do? Come on, now. There's a time to take the fight to the other man, and there's a time to call it a day. The above lyrics, my friend, I faithfully submit as evidence of the latter premise.
Listen, you had a real good run. Hell, you sold millions of dollars worth of albums, T-shirts, concert tickets, trinkets, condoms, and who-knows-what-else. It was a real good run.
But now is the time to go away. I don't mean for this to be harsh. I just mean it's been enough. I don't want to hear anymore about how "conversation got heavy, she had me feelin' like she's ready to blow!" And I've heard about all I can take about how you "gotta keep it real now, 'cause on a one to ten she's a certified twenty, but that just ain't me."
It's all a bit ridiculous, isn't it?
You've passed into that stage of celebrity in which you looooooove yourself, right? It's too much, don't you see? You're almost completely unintelligible. You're the drunk on the corner, the incoherent mumbler in the parking lot, Crazy Uncle Eddie, a self-parody without knowing it. It's time to stop.
I realize you won't be pleased with my urgings. Nevertheless: take a look in the mirror -- the best of times has come and gone; you can only go down from here. Take my best wishes as you encounter this most pressing dilemma. Know that, through that confrontation of thy self, I will remain--
Sincerely yours,
-wrf
Hasn't it been about enough now?
Don't you think you may have taken this all a bit too far? I remember way back when, you were the "hot new star" with all sorts of talent. And a real "nice guy" image, right? Then you tried acting. That didn't work out so well.
Then you became the sultry, soul singer. This earned you "credibility". And finally, you submitted your most recent work. I recently saw a video of the popular single from this work. It contained the following lyrics:
Up in the club with my homies,
tryna get a lil' V-I,
but keep it down on the low key,
'cause you know how it is.
I saw shorty she was checkin' up on me,
from the game she was spittin' in my ear
you would think that she knew me.
So we decided to chill
It's been about enough, don't you think? This is your big hit, and that's the best you can do? Come on, now. There's a time to take the fight to the other man, and there's a time to call it a day. The above lyrics, my friend, I faithfully submit as evidence of the latter premise.
Listen, you had a real good run. Hell, you sold millions of dollars worth of albums, T-shirts, concert tickets, trinkets, condoms, and who-knows-what-else. It was a real good run.
But now is the time to go away. I don't mean for this to be harsh. I just mean it's been enough. I don't want to hear anymore about how "conversation got heavy, she had me feelin' like she's ready to blow!" And I've heard about all I can take about how you "gotta keep it real now, 'cause on a one to ten she's a certified twenty, but that just ain't me."
It's all a bit ridiculous, isn't it?
You've passed into that stage of celebrity in which you looooooove yourself, right? It's too much, don't you see? You're almost completely unintelligible. You're the drunk on the corner, the incoherent mumbler in the parking lot, Crazy Uncle Eddie, a self-parody without knowing it. It's time to stop.
I realize you won't be pleased with my urgings. Nevertheless: take a look in the mirror -- the best of times has come and gone; you can only go down from here. Take my best wishes as you encounter this most pressing dilemma. Know that, through that confrontation of thy self, I will remain--
Sincerely yours,
-wrf
