Fans Urge Preservation of Carpenters’ Home

We all know The Carpenters, right? I don’t need to explain? OK, as the article states, they bought this house for them (the singing sister and brother team) and their parents. Then the girl dies of anorexia at age 32, and the parents died and then Richard sells the house. The current owner of the house wants to demolish it and now fans are wanting Los Angeles to declare it a historical landmark.

WTF?

Getting past how creepy it is for a family of presumably rich musicians to be living together in the same house (in their early 30’s no less) with their parents, what makes this house so special? Their studio and recording spaces have already been destroyed, and Richard Carpenter saw fit to sell the house his sister died in (hey, maybe he’s not so fond of the place, eh? Ever think of that, obnoxiously zealous fans?) so why save the house?

Because it’s on the cover of their album “Now and Then”? I hope not. Google the album - the house is a typical 2-story bungalow with hopelessly 70’s-ish colour scheme (my parents had the same scheme - it happens).

There’s nothing special about this house. I’m going on record supporting the destruction of this building. Just looking at a picture of it - I can smell the faux wood panelling. Ugh.

What is it with this kind of obsession over useless artifacts? Why do we clutch to fragments of the past? Because we are unhappy with the present? Uncertain of the future?

Mariah Carey - All I Want For Christmas Is You

Your holiday season isn’t complete without shrill histrionics by everyone’s favourite nutjob.

Paul McCartney - Wonderful Christmas Time

The worst synths of all time.

Chris Brown - This Christmas

Chris Brown showcases his electrical super-powers by turning on lights in a neighbourhood devoid of snow, and peeps into windows (which ordinarily would get him arrested, and because he’s young and black, shot). It’s a Christmas miracle!

BAND AID - Do They Know It’s Christmas?

Awesome haircuts + confusingly racist lyrical references = WIN! Thank God it’s them instead of you.

Savage Garden - This Christmas

He’s singing in space. And in space… no one can hear you scream.

Las Vegas and Celine Dion just broke up.

I’ll give you a second to let that sink in.

Yes, it’s true. Celine’s Las Vegas show is no more. After five whole years of sub-mediocrity, the Titanic has sunk (and presumably taken it’s 3rd class cargo with it).

Dion is quoted as saying her family will always come before her music. Apparently she has a 6 year-old son and what appears to be an ailing grandfather that she must take care of alone, despite having 13 siblings. The cynic in me would’ve pointed out that if her 6 year-old son came first, she wouldn’t have started the show 5 years ago in the first place, but this is no time for cynicism. This is a time for tears.

Her publicists have assured us, however, that her heart will, indeed, go on.

(Side Note: How do you know your show in Vegas is finished? When the newspaper spends the last 3 paragraphs of it’s obituary talking about what food Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes ate for dinner at a restaurant that’s located in a completely different hotel)