Everyone NO's - It's Windy

NO, no, no. Everyone NO's her, even if she shows off her rubbery nipples.

Well...ALMOST NOBODY cares. Any time ANY woman shows her tits, SOMEBODY will be watching. Pondering. Maybe even wanking. But not for long. There's no shortage of nude album covers, or nipples on the Internip.  

The reality here is this woman may have few dozens fans who remember her WAY BACK WHEN. She certainly has one Dry-Stalker who relentlessly, faggily makes fun of her beyond all boundaries of fun. A few might remember her weird Elvis Costello album, which wasn't too bad, and wonder what she's up to. 

This still doesn't add up to many sales, or many people attending a venue that seats more than 50 people. 

So it's small club dates, "exclusive" vinyl singles to a small circle of her sex fiends, and the kind of "events" that most people would hardly be proud of...like turning up at obscure radio stations. 

Great, for all the Brits who don't celebrate Thanksgiving anyway. Instead of indulging in "Black Friday" buying, or recovering from turkey-bloat, they can listen to Internet Radio. Wowie Zowie.

Elvis Costello comfortably doesn't have to do this kind of thing. He has 100 times the fame of the woman he briefly found fascinating. He has often said he might not tour OR make albums unless he's inspired: 

"Just as romantic disaster governs your younger life, mortality affects the way you do things when you're older. If you're going to leave home to tour, you'd better have a good reason to go." 

Windy is trying to push some designer 7 inch vinyl on a lucky 100 people. She hopes that the $20 a pop she makes, after cost of manufacture, studio costs and postage, might give her a profit. Not likely. Not much.  Elvis knows better:

"The weight and the place records have in the culture is different now, and if you expect the same scale of commercial success, that's bound to end up in frustration." 

Sad situation, isn't it? Elvis COULD for vanity's sake, knock off albums and certainly break even, but he'd rather be with his family and NOT do that. It's part of an artist's pride and eccentricity that sometimes you figure, "Fuck 'em, I'll keep THIS to myself, I won't ENTERTAIN these jerks for NOTHING. It's THEIR loss." 

How very fortunate for Costello that it also doesn't matter how he looks. He can be fat. He can be bald (and wear a silly hat). Nobody's going to NOT buy his stuff because of how he looks. But Windy? 50 year-old bony Windy? She'll flog a photo that was taken a while ago, and hope for the best. (Or second best, which would be that Dry-Fag at least leaving her alone with his brutal insults). 

It's hell, folks!

No, not in this case. Not HELL. So where are you, Windy? Purgatory or Limbo?