What oh what does Cara, Feminist Beatles Fan Extraordinaire (wait, no one actually calls me that?), think about the murder trial and now conviction of Phil Spector, one-time producer to the Beatles, John Lennon and George Harrison?
She thinks he did it, and is both absolutely shocked and extremely fucking happy that his gun-waving, misogynistic ass is going to prison.
No, it has nothing to do with the fact that this asshole totally ruined the vast majority of the Let It Be album, or the fact that I think the wall of sound is generally overrated. Nor do I have any sympathy for him based on the fact that he is responsible for making one of my favorite songs of all-time (Let It Be, the song itself) absolutely perfect, or that he kinda, sorta produced great albums by both John and George when he could be bothered showing up.
The man certainly has been responsible for both wonderful and horrific things in the realm of popular music. It doesn’t matter though, in the least.
The man killed a woman. He has a history of being misogynistic and abusive. He has a history of waving guns around and threatening violence. And I believed that he pulled that trigger the moment I first heard the news that he was being investigated by police. It had nothing to do with what kind of record producer I think he is. It has absolutely everything to do with what kind of person I think he is.
My thoughts are with the family and friends of Lana Clarkson. She was not a “B-list movie actress” as I keep seeing her dismissively and somewhat titillatingly described. She was a person. She is dead now because one hateful, piece of shit man didn’t see her as such.
Nothing can bring Lana back, but I am so happy that some form of justice has been done in this case. My hopes from this point out may be unrealistic, but then again, I thought a conviction for Phil Fucking Spector was unrealistic, period. So, I hope that he spends the rest of his life behind bars.