Dear Diary: Courtney Love, "I am so happy I could just kiss the ocean, kiss the sky, and at the same time be morbidly depressed."
Posted at 4:00 PM Jul 25, 2008
By Sharon Steel
Courtney Love's stream-of-consciousness MySpace blog rants sometimes sound as if they were inspired by the moonshine and fueled by sun's rays! ee cummings would be proud. I'm still recovering from her latest missive, an open letter to Ryan Adams that she deleted after Gawker got a hold of it. In a long-winded, dramatic post, Love accused the alt-country indie-rocker and recovering addict of stealing almost a grand from her and her daughter Frances Bean Cobain. Admittedly, Court has had a rough summer -- only last month, someone stole Kurt's ashes (and the pink teddy-bear bag they were stored in... um) right out of her closet. But on July 22, Love changed her blog-mood to "content" and got to journaling about the Ryan aftermath, not kissing-and-telling, plus, everything she has to be thankful for. And it isn't even November! Let's get all analytical after the jump.
"Well, I rock slow and steady. By the way, I certainly did NOT ....I certainly do NOT discuss my sex life. If I had slept with someone I won't discuss it; I never have and never will. Occasionally, I mention a snog but that's about it. How indiscreet some people are, I don't understand. In fact, I'm a bit of a total prude about that topic... it's no one's business, it never will be."
Indiscreet indeed, Court! It's a good thing you are a total prude about who you boff. Except, er, don't you ever worry that Frances is reading Mommy's diary? Or are you guys like Rory and Lorelai from Gilmore Girls, dishing about your boy trubs? Inquiring minds: we want to know.
"I don't like to have "feuds" anymore than I like to stage dive. I'm older now, and it's stupid. Besides, the only real "feud" I ever had was with Mr. Self Destruct back in the 90's and he started it. I just had a far better bon mot than him, which happened to be the truth. If he hadn't brought up sexual matters, it would have never have occurred, and the food off my table by one very good drummer... just the type of popular dude that splits the minute there's an issue (who also happens to have Merrill Lynch on his father's side and I believe a former attorney for a mother... phaww, and there's no class system in America... There is, I tells ya, there surely is)."
Who the hell and what the hell does this even mean? Does Keith Gessen know what Courtney thinks about class systems? Go team?
"All I know is that LOVE saves it all from falling to fucking pieces for the jackals to eat. Love is the glue that holds up. My relationships and friendships remain for many years, save a few missteps and dramatically huge ones into the cow paddies of this world... I do fine, thanks. I love my friends and I keep my enemies at bay and occasionally feed them bat shit in their nasty little cages of a life. Stealing, lying, caring too much about what other people think of how you look and who you are puts you into a cage - grabbing like a starving dog at scraps and corruption. These aren't things I care too deeply about having in my life - I care about life, sunshine, rain, giggling girls, sweet lovely funny boys, happiness, a life done well, and golden lily shoes i get off of EBAY!"
Hmm. This is ringing pretty true, actually. Especially the part about Ebayed shoes. Because they really are particularly satisfying when they fit just right. But I have a weird sense that Courtney has actually commissioned bat shit cages in which to store her captured frenemies' souls. Poor Ryan Adams.
"I gotta go rock with my GENIUS producer. That's all I live for in the end are the moments he leads us into a shamanistic glorious state of love, skin, sobbing, and laughing. We were weak tonight but drained and it's a very dainty song we are working on and the last few days has left us a little bloodless,[...]I'm going to sleep. *meow* (said the bird in the belljar)"
I'd pay good money watch her reach a shamanistic, glorious state of love, etc. in the studio. There is a profitable reality show in this, obviously. Paying attention, MTV?
