Jessica Delfino's White Box Session over at The Brink is six flavors of genius, including the kind with the caramel center. Yes, it's a throwaway joke song, but it taps into a very real, very powerful and very American anxiety about anonymity. What proof of worth and success does a post-Warhol, reality show-saturated culture demand other than celebrity? If you are a halfway intelligent person with any kind of talent whatsoever, this culture assures us, you are a failure if you are not famous.
P.S. Dancing With Myself does not advocate the pre-meditated killing of people, animals or kiwi fruits--famous or otherwise.