Friday, March 11, 2011

Don't Do It, Phil!

And you thought all this time that you could just make fun of Phil Collins for as long as you wanted and he would just sit there in his little wool sweater and take it. Well apparently, according to this article in MSN, Phil Collins has finally had it:
Medically, he's got a few serious and life-altering problems: The hearing in his left ear is shot, and a dislocated vertebra in his neck has rendered him all but unable to pound on the drums that first made him famous. reported March 5 that Collins is stepping down because of his health issues. But that isn't the reason.

Mainly, it's because he's had it with people thinking they know who Phil Collins is. And not in a good way. He has been called "the Antichrist," the sellout who took Peter Gabriel's Genesis, that paragon of prog-rock, and turned it into a lame-o pop act and went on to make all those supercheesy hits that really did define the 1980s.

So, he wants to move on. He could make another original album, but he knows that will bring a rehashing of all the old criticism. It's inescapable. Forget it. He'd rather spend his time in his basement, building up his collection of Alamo memorabilia, which, oddly enough, is his great consuming passion these days.

"I sometimes think, 'I'm going to write this Phil Collins character out of the story,'" he says. "Phil Collins will just disappear or be murdered in some hotel bedroom, and people will say, 'What happened to Phil?' And the answer will be, 'He got murdered, but, yeah, anyway, let's carry on.' That kind of thing."
Oh come on, Phil, we were only kidding! People only made fun of you because they figured you were too nice to care! If we'd known it actually bothered you, we would have left you alone. Well, probably not everybody:
In the summer of 1994, reports began circulating that Collins had informed his (second) wife that he wanted a divorce -- via fax. He denied it vehemently, and the fax itself was never produced, but no matter: Suddenly, it was open season on the guy. Oasis' Noel Gallagher started hammering on him any time he could, to uproarious effect. Among his choicest bons mots: "You don't have to be great to be successful. Look at Phil Collins."

And so it's gone, especially on the Internet, where I Hate Phil Collins sites have flourished. He gets criticized for everything. For his hair, for his height, for his pants (pleated khakis), for his shirts (tucks them in), for being "a shameless, smirking show hog."

"I don't understand it," he says, looking pained. "I've become a target for no apparent reason. I only make the records once; it's the radio that plays them all the time. I mean, the Antichrist? But it's too late. The die is cast as to what I am."

Due to that neck injury, his hands can no longer hold thed drum sticks. Worse, to him, he can't help his youngest kids build toys. He can't write his name with a pen. He has trouble wiping himself.
What the hell is this, the Book of Job? Has God finally decided he hates Phil Collins too?
Collins really is Mr. Nice Guy, and his recollections of his younger years as a rock star reflect that. He was never a big drinker, never a big dope smoker, has never taken LSD. The closest he came to destroying a hotel room was with his jazz-fusion side band Brand X, when some of the guys Super-Glued the phone handset to the receiver. "I didn't do it, but I felt terrible about it. The maid was going to get blamed. I always felt sorry for the maids." OK, but has he ever slept with a groupie? "No." Ever had a three-way? "Nope, I was never offered that piece of cake," he says. "It is an ambition of mine, though. I've got a few ambitions left, and that might be one of them." He smiles. "I wouldn't mind."

But there does seem to be some serious darkness in him as well. He has spent time imagining battle scenes at the Alamo. "At one point, the Mexicans were killing each other. It was dark, and you killed anything that moved. And then when they attacked the last line of defense, it was hand-to-hand fighting and they went around decapitating all the bodies and making sure they were dead. 'What must that have been like?' I think. And you have things like that coming over your head all the time." He bites his nails. "I'm fascinated by what people will do to each other," he goes on. "Actually, I'm sort of interested in the gory details of life."
Dude, Phil Collins is kind of fucked up. It gets even darker:
"I have had suicidal thoughts. I wouldn't blow my head off. I'd overdose or do something that didn't hurt. But I wouldn't do that to the children. A comedian who committed suicide in the '60s left a note saying, 'Too many things went wrong too often.' I often think about that."
My God Phil! Don't do it! We love you! Really! It's just not worth it, man. Those haters, man, they're just jealous. Did they ever play on Brian Eno's Another Green World? Did they ever perform on both stages of Live Aid? Didn't think so.

You are Phil Fucking Collins. And don't let anybody tell you differently.

Besides, faithful readers know that my favorite hobby is actually making fun of Peter Gabriel.


Herr Zrbo said...

You missed the easy headline: "Phil Collins has been waiting for this moment all his life, oh Lord"

Little Earl said...

See? That is exactly the kind of snarky crap that Phil Collins is sick of! It's people like you that are going to drive this man off the deep end.

Herr Zrbo said...

Well, against all odds of that happening on the way to heaven, Phil Collins is no easy lover. The least he can do is wish the internet would rain down a groovy kind of love to take him home. But then again, I don't care anymore. Also sussidio.