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So then theres Fly Ashtray. I guess there
arent many contrasts sharper between two things than the resolution-shift
between shiny Mariah Carey and grainy James Kavoussi, Fly Ashtrays
driving force. Ones so famous that even when she goes down in
flames, theres an amount of money too large for most of us to
really comprehend waiting for her when she hits bottom; the others
so not-famous that if you were to stop reading right now, theres
a fair chance that youd never hear his name again so long as
you lived. And I wouldnt usually make a big deal about fame
or the lack of it, either, except that Fly Ashtrays ethos is
largely grounded in a quiet resistance to the very notions of fame
that kept Mariah Carey bankable for almost a decade; which notions
of fame can see no use for her now, since shes hardly worth
a lousy twenty-eight million.
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