Is Courtney Love the new Diddy or the new Tyra? Discuss!
Say what you will about Courtney Love, but she's not afraid to ask the tough questions. For instance, during a recent episode of "Running Russell Simmons," she showed two photos to the hip-hop mogul's interns. “Here’s a picture of me on the ground drunk," she said, "and here’s a picture of me on the cover of Vogue. What do you think happened between these two things?”
Ostensibly, Love was on the show to pitch Simmons a new reality show called "Rock Chicks." But judging by Love's description of the program, it was often hard to tell what the premise would be -- or for that matter, what Love was talking about. “I’m sort of the Tyra of these girls,” she says at one point. (So, this is an "America's Next Top Model" for riot grrls?) "I want a crew in front of me, so that I can be like Diddy and come in and come out," she says a minute or two later. (Um, a "Making of the Band" for punks?) Love even suggests that Joan Jett and Deborah Harry might be judges, though Simmons warns her that they're too old. (Sigh.)
But the best part is when the C-Love Train runs off the rails, veering between such subjects as white-trash names, the importance of decorum, and such strange, wonderful, untranslatable bits of wisdom like this, which is Love's attempt to explain her "mood boards": “There’s a lot of girl, there’s a lot of me in here. Here’s a wedding cake on fire, sort of bride left at the altar. I don’t want neons in here. This is, like, the makeup look. How about these paintings from this girl Gretchen who is in a wheelchair. This is a thing that I made when I was 8. These are all girls that play guitar and/or bass. There’s a little trailer, just for the hell of it. Marie Antoinette without a head.”
"You see how you change subjects?" Simmons says, nearly exasperated. "It's nutty!"
Which gives us an idea for a better Courtney Love reality show. Forget "Running Russell Simmons" -- what about "Courtney Love Runs Her Mouth Off"? At this rate, we could watch her monologue for hours.
-- Melissa Maerz