That her cd tanked, that it simply didn’t sell, that her new songs are lacking – not the truest signs of a career on life support. What really gives it away is the hair. Weeks after Gwen Stefani went there, did that, even after Nelly Furtado went there, did that, suddenly Janet turns up with the same and it stank of five minutes ago.
My friend Grace has an expression, said during the lowest moments, meant to convey the ultimate pity, reserved for only the most wretched, you stretch out the vowels, you prolong the sympathy, high pitch off the top, dipping low towards the end:
This is how I felt when I saw Janet Jackson. So tragic, don’t you think?
How one can go from leading to trailing, like, literally, tagging along, in the span of just 10 short years?