Aging pop stars are unpretty things. Though a few manage to remain respectable (and a handful even somehow remain relevant), most become classic has-beens scrambling for attention by jumping on bandwagons and harping on past achievements. They then usually write their autobiography when it’s far too late for anyone to care except for super-fans and sad people trapped in the same fairyland of lost youth. Case in point: Belinda Carlisle. Once the glamorous lead singer for the meteoric 1980s girl group The Go-Gos, Carlisle went on to a lackluster solo career and virtual anonymity. Lips Unsealed: A Memoir is her new autobiography detailing her rise and fall, plus a lot of drug abuse. It’s pretty self-indulgent and probably only interesting to truly die-hard fans of Carlisle and/or The Go-Gos.
It’s sad that so many stale autobiographies like Carlisle’s come out too late to really interest the general public. Of course it’s probably nearly impossible to put an autobiography together when you’re focused on building a career. But waiting till a career is long over only makes book like this look like the last desperate gasp of an attention starved ego. It’s especially sad when it’s done by somebody as likable and respectable as Carlisle. I wish I could just look the other way and pretend I didn’t see this book on the shelf.
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