So then there’s Fly Ashtray. I guess there aren’t many contrasts sharper between two things than the resolution-shift between shiny Mariah Carey and grainy James Kavoussi, Fly Ashtray’s driving force. One’s so famous that even when she goes down in flames, there’s an amount of money too large for most of us to really comprehend waiting for her when she hits bottom; the other’s so not-famous that if you were to stop reading right now, there’s a fair chance that you’d never hear his name again so long as you lived. And I wouldn’t usually make a big deal about fame or the lack of it, either, except that Fly Ashtray’s 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 she’s hardly worth a lousy twenty-eight million.
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