It just didn't feel right. Even though I tried to make it cute and humorous it just felt like it was… I don't know, a grapple for some sort of artificial importance on my part; some compensation for not being further along in my goals after ten years.

Isn't that why we are so intrigued with the myth of celebrity; to compensate for our own 'plainness,' our own mortality? They are our royalty, our scapegoats, a dream of what we ourselves could be and our whipping boys for everything in our humanity we are ashamed of.

We snicker at the ancient Greeks for having so many gods; the lot of them such a soap opera of dysfunction fraught with every human downfall along with super powers to magnify them. But isn't that exactly what happens with our celebrities?

We shake our heads at the Aztecs who offered bloody human sacrifice, even children at times.

Don't we send our most beautiful to the sacrifice of our amusement? Even children? The emotionally weakest amongst us are the first to volunteer and even fight for the chance to throw themselves on the alter of stardom. They are already lashed into place when the knives of the paparazzi come slashing down and the blood of their humanity stains their silk designer legends. We enjoy shaking our heads and our fingers at the very weakness and emotional need that drove them to stardom in the first place.

This may sound like a social critique or a judgment but it's not. I'm merely calling celebrity worship out for what it is.

Politics are just more of the same except with actual power.

In the movie "I'll Do Anything" Julie Kavner's character, having moved to Hollywood from Washington, remarks on the similarities:

"It wasn't that bad [of an adjustment]. Both places have a lot in common: over-privileged people, crazed by their fear of loosing their privileges. Alcoholism… Addiction… The near-total degradation of what were once grand motives… The same spiritual bloodletting… I kinda do miss the seasons though."

I don't know any celebrities personally but I have worked with enough to get the impression that some of them are actually seem to be some very decent people. I'll make one example: Erica Eleniak had been a Baywatch 'babe' and remarkably beautiful to say the least, yet she comes across as being very self-aware, intelligent, articulate and well-grounded. Her husband is a nice guy that looks like someone that just walked out of a steel mill and is on the way to his Harley. I remember one day when I was walking to my car after a long tape day. All the celebrities were getting into there limos. Then I noticed Erika and her husband walking along side me. He had a limp, she was carrying their baby daughter. They were walking to their car parked among the rest of the crew. She had decided she didn't need the transparent culture of stardom to prop-up her ego.

There's the other end too, those who not only are bent on self destruction but who feel the need to take down as many people with then as they can.

The point is: not only are they human, they are an artificial amplification of humanity, larger than life, larger than themselves because celebrity lies not in the star but the public. It's impossible to be famous without the people who decide to remember you as such on any given day. We pay their allowance and parade them on Oscar night hoping to see them reveal some bad taste. We claim it's a ridiculous rite reserved for thirteen-year-old girls and gay men. I myself play it so very cool when I'm around somebody 'big' yet afterwards I am thinking of who I can call and tell them I saw so-and-so.

We all gravitate towards celebrity, it's part of who we are. Every culture I can think of has some form of it. At one time in our history it was who we listened to migrate East or West to find food.

One of the things that both intrigued and bothered me while touring with an Eagles cover band was how badly people wanted to play their role as adoring fans to help make the illusion real by screaming, cheering and getting autographs. The more remote the towns where we played, the more they insisted on believing that we were actually stars of some kind. By contrast, the fanciest places we played, notably high-end country clubs, insisted on treating us like 'the help'.

Both were illusions that served their purposes just as celebrity in general does.

Maybe the question we should be left with is how does this portion of our humanity effect us? How does it hinder us? I myself have to question my own motives for my definitions of success in music. How much of it is a drive for notoriety based on my abilities as a musician and how much a desire to have my ego stroked with general admiration?

I afraid these questions will have to wait though, the new issue of "Us" magazine is due out at the stores and "TMZ" is on soon…

It seems you-know-who was out partying and has had another mishap with the police.

The weight-loss stats: