Friday, May 14, 2004

Court Love: The Unbearable Lightness of Being Crezzy

Or, Silly Girl ... Silly Trial

TheSmokinggun.com does their usual fine job of deconstructing the disintegrating rocker today:

"The way Courtney Love sees it, her March arrest for assault actually had nothing to do with her smashing her microphone stand in the face of that poor New York concertgoer. Instead, the bedraggled 39-year-old singer chalks her assault/reckless endangerment to an overarching plot: 'The police have a conspiracy against rocker chicks.' That is just one of many kooky statements Love made to New York Police Department officers after her March 18 arrest, according to the below disclosure form filed yesterday by Manhattan prosecutors. Love also told an NYPD sergeant that she was getting popped because, 'You just want to be famous.' Love entered a not guilty plea at her misdemeanor arraignment yesterday in Manhattan's Criminal Court. She then repaired to a courthouse bathroom for a rambling press conference with female reporters, a tactic Martha Stewart never thought to employ."

Her soon-to-be infamous impromptu bathroom press conference tapped into a wide array of important social issues, including but not excluding, Why My Daughter (The Corsair sobs softly, sweetly) has to give up her horse to help her Mommy (Another generation of Cobains, it appears, has to give up The Horse ... fascinating); also, the Cryptic Mosaic Warning, "You do not sleep with married men (is this the Kabbalah-red-string-theory at work?);" and, immediately contradicting the previous statement, in a personal message to the very married Russell Crowe (like, personal over the world's media personal -- you know we're in the Bizarro world of Courtney logic here), "I'm sorry to Russell Crowe for you leaving me all those messages for the Golden Globes. I never got them, dude. It would have been a fun date."

Indeed it would, biscuit. Courtney's a fun sorta gal: a hoot, no doubt, if you will, with her own, to be quite graphic, surgically-enhanced set golden globes to play with; but even Russell, our gruff, lager-infused-punkface-thesbian, even Russell Crowe couldn't handle that flavor of heapin' crezziness that is Court Love. She's a whole lotta woman, that Court; whole lotta woman.

Court Love: Livin the Thug Life, swinging from court date to court date, assaulting peeps.

She's like the wind.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Ms Love is like the winds of tornado, God save her and does just commenting on her make me famous? Btw, loving the new layout Sir! ;)

The Corsair said...

Thank you, Cupie, and, yes, just the fact that we are chatting about Courtney Love makes us both, in her reflected glory, famous.

Mr Demille is ready for our close up