by Martin Cid
What Irene Cara forgot
One of my favorite songs, even more favorite than Britney Spears’s Womanizer (joking), is Irene Cara’s Fame. The song was composed for the TV series Fame. When I was a child, I used to hear half because half of the song I was bored. Over the years, I continued to be bored but I forgot the message of the song and of the series: with work, you will get the FAME.
I must say something: since I look like James Stewart in Alfred Hitchcock’s Rear Window I forgot my dancer career. No, I am not joking, I had a thrombosis two weeks ago, what means no more dancing movement and forgetting to meet Madonna on the dance-floor. Anyway, the doctors have forgotten forbidding me to write, that’s the reason why I am here and not running the 100 meters against Usain Bolt or maybe against my old lady neighbor.
Years ago, you had to write good books to be a good author or writer; you had to compose good songs to be a good composer… You know what I mean: merits, work and talent were the correct formula for success. Maybe you can add to this a nice face, it’s true, but I tried (or not) to be serious in this article. I can remember those preterit times with the child’s innocence, but also thinking that if I will do it fine, all will works fine… but I grew, my friends, and I saw the cruelest reality.
Am I the only man in the Earth thinking that David Beckham was never a good football player but a Market product? Am I the only man in the world thinking that Dan Brown is only a bad mix for teenagers of Umberto Eco? Am I really the only one who thinks Twilight is a spat in the middle of the readers’ neurons? I hope not.
Anyway, the actual formula for talented people might be something like that: get 10000000000 followers (or even more) on twitter, 20.0000 subscribers on your blog and a thousand of thousands ‘likes’ on facebook… you will get the FAME… or not. We are living fast times, today’s glory may turn on tomorrow’s obscurity and today’s pain may turn on tomorrow’s fame. Anyway, this fast metamorphosis may hide the secret of the eternal matter (???!!!)… The slight applause, the perpetual glory and, finally, the weak mediums of today: on the net, the contents will disappear in two years. What’s the way then to survive in this continuum dead? Share your work in a video, maybe your baby crying, it can be a total success with millions of visits… the baby will be soon just an echo in a replay server. Mediums change, my friends.
Well, if you came here looking for the ten ways to get the fame, you must be depressed because I cannot give you the keys of glory… but don’t worry about it and do it like me, a total unknown author: listen the song again. At least, you have nice childhood memories.
Any job you have, please do it right