While Babylon only needed one whore, America, apparently needs millions of them. This was the impression I got when left the carnival of degradation aka Ke$ha’s live show last week. I met up with some old friends from the music biz. One of them was in the sponsorship game and had tix for the velvet rope party where Ke$ha’s “team” as one perky, forty-something-blonde from a major sponsor called it, gathered.
While people tried to pour as many free cocktails down their gullets to wash down cardboard meatballs and gelatinous chicken satays, I stayed clear, having eschewed alcohol over the past few months for a new buzz; lucidity. What I witnessed had me second guessing my decision to stay dry. It might have staved off the cloud of depression that followed me like a shadow, all the way through my darkened dreams later that night.
Reverse the tape. I’m in front of the Fox, waiting for my friend Marv. I got there early for the soft parade and get some audio for my radio show. I saw girls between 13 and 22 dressed in hot pants, come-fuck-me pumps or candies, fishnets or bare skin, torn tees and cleavage. It dawned on me that I was witnessing the seamy trickle down of twenty-years worth of incessant pimpified and ho-rific thrusting to our brains with militarized beats, over and over again. These sad little tarts are the socially engineered offspring of one, dirty, mind-fuck. It wasn’t just teen age girls dressing like street walkers that were noticeable. This scene is accessorized by young, gay males with faux-hawks and light S&M wear. Strangely enough, some girls were accompanied by their mothers, who probably thought that the lesser of two evils was attending the show, versus allowing their daughters to view the vileness on their own, or God forbid, not allowing them to go at all and risk alienating them.
As I sat down and began to process and type this post out, I had the TV on in the background. NBC kept showing previews for one of their latest Fall offerings, “The Playboy Club” which debuted las night. Its obviously an attempt to cash in on some Mad Men retro-styled-fetish, but it also is yet more fodder for the shameless whoerification of the nation. Under the guise of edgy and cool, we get to see the genesis of where it all began; The suburbanization of porn. But let’s return to the scene of the grime and get into some astrology.
As I outlined in a previous post regarding Kreayshawn and Tyler, the Pluto in Scorpio generation are very different when it comes to morality, which they are doing their best to define on their own terms, but are seemingly flailing in a moral void. As I noted earlier, these kids have lived in a post-911 world. Their life has been one, long orange alert. From the ages of 9 to 21, they’ve seen security measures increase exponentially, year-after-year. They’ve witnessed four wars, wars without any end in sight. The horrors of Abu Ghraib have scarred their hearts. Now, just as many of them are about to enter the work world, America is shutting down and they’re burdened by enormous student loan debt. Unlike the students of the 90’s, these kids are now competing with other kids and even adults in places like China, India, Malaysia, Korea and Indonesia for jobs. I can sympathize with their “I don’t give–a-fuck” tude. On some level, nobody it seems gave a fuck about them.
The main subject of this post, Ke$ha hails from LA/Nashville. KeSha (or”Kiesha” a star in the nine-star-ki) is the oldest of three children. Her doppelganger is the much older, but painfully childlike Kiesha Crowther aka “Little Grandmother” who also seems to be shall we say, ‘tightly controlled.” Ke$ha’s a Pisces (3/1/87). She shares the 3/1 birthday with none other than Justin Bieber. Her debut CD, “Animal” later renamed “Cannibal” has sold over two-million-copies. In an age of piracy and single downloads, two mill is huge. Her biggest hit, “Tic Toc” has garnered over 69 million views on youtube. It features her waking up in a suburban bathtub, hungover/drunk, brushing her teeth with Jack Daniels and blowing off her parents at breakfast, to hit the streets, looking for that non-stop party! Images of a dysfunctional America abound. Near the video’s end, she’s shaking her booty in front of an upside-down American flag. At the very end, the flag has been reduced to a ragged ankle wrap. The deconstruction of America as a fashion statement is a big part of Ke$ha’s costumery.
At the concert party, I found out that she had just consummated a multi-million dollar sponsorship deal. She’s a cash register. Make no mistake though, her image, her symbols and her sound are all carefully crafted and part of an all out assault on the hearts and minds of global youth. Ke$ha, Gaga, Rhianna, Nicki Minaj along with a host of other young singers, ranging from the still, slightly innocent, China Anne McClain to Britain’s version of Ke$ha, Pixie Lott, are pop music lolitas for the Humbert Humbert’s of painfully delayed adolescence and even worse, ready baked role models for young girls. But the infection and indoctrination is insidious. What should pop up when I watched McClain’s “Calling All Monsters”? In the frame set of the video is the exact same “Playboy Club” advert for the show I had just just mentioned.
ROOTLESS IN WONDERLAND
So just who is Ke$ha? She was born “Kesha Rose Sebert” in Los Angeles on 3/1/87. Her mother is Pebe Sebert, a singer/songwriter. Her father is unknown to her. Already, we see the fracking of the family in effect. Is it unlikely that Ke$ha’s is descended from rock royalty? No. Michael Lee Hill, who I had on my show claims to be the son of Eric Clapton. I once had a client swear that her son was the son of Justin Lodge (great name eh?) of The Moody Blues who dropped in for a one-night-stand in Iowa.
Kesha’s maternal line comes from Hungary and Poland. The name “Sebert” roughly translates into “shining sea.” Appropriate for a Piscean culture star. Sebert has two main names and lines associated with it, both were kings; Sigebert (who was king of the Franks, descended from Childeric and ultimately, Merovech, King of The Merovingians, who was reportedly the offspring of Pharamond’s wife ( a queen) and quinotaur (a sea beast). Merovech and Merovingians is where we get the root for (Mer)maid, quite possibly a daughter of “Merovech.” There is a “slight” possibility that Ke$ha is descended from the Merovingian line, which would make some sense as we begin to uncover more about her.
She left LA and moved to Nashville with her younger brother. Nashville of course is featured prominently in Kathy O’Brien’s mind warping expose of mind control, The TRANCEformation Of America. Her mother Pebe, had another child there and while living on government assistance, took her kids to recording studios and live performances.
My Ke$ha connection told me at the show that Pebe wrote songs for Dolly Parton, good old Dolly Parton. Curiously, out of the blue, the Hilton sisters showed up at the Sebert’s house and stayed with them for their reality show, “The Simple Life” where Paris and Nikki traveled across country staying with “average” American families just like Ke$ha and her mother. My friend told me that Paris and Ke$ha are tight. Ke$ha is also pals with Katy Perry (nee Hudson).
Katy Perry was also born in L.A. to oddly religious parents. Her mother was an evangelist who according to Wikipedia had a “tempestuous marriage” in Zimbabwe (ahem). Katy wasn’t allowed to listen to secular music. They tried to turn her into the next Amy Grant, in of course, Nashville, but that didn’t work out too well, so back to L.A. to try that devil’s music! Perry (Scorpio) has some interesting relatives. Her grandfather is Frank Perry, a film director, whose claim to fame was producing the ultimate in PTSD films; “Mommie Dearest.” Both Perry and Ke$ha are produced by Dr. Luke and Max Martin.
Luke (Libra) has taken a fairly mephistophelian path to becoming one of the most successful producers on the planet. He went from college and playing in bands to auditioning for the SNL band, where he played guitar for ten years. He developed his DJ and production skills by creating jingles on the side and doing remixes. The list of artists he’s worked with is a veritable list of MK kittens; Ke$ha, Kesha, Britney, Ciara, Pink, Paris Hilton, Kelly Clarkson, Avril Lavigne, Miley, Lady Sovereign, Leona Lewis and others. Dr. Luke has been sued a number of times for allegedly copying other peoples songs. In almost every case, he aggressively counter-sues and usually triumphs.
Luke’s music is far more subversive than punk ever was, because its so damn catchy and the girls are so cute and trashy, just being “real,” giving themselves permission to be “We R Who We R.”
Notice the “Eye of Horus,” “Ragged Glory” and the rune Sowelu aka SS sigils, as dollar signs, a symbol of Isis, one planted directly over her heart chakra.
Since this site is ostensibly about astrology, lets drop into some.
Ke$ha (birth time unknown) is a Pisces Sun (10 deg), Aries Moon (1 deg), Pisces Merc R (6 deg), Venus Cap (28 deg), Mars Taurus (6 deg), Jupiter Pisces (20 deg), Saturn Sag (20 deg), Uranus Sag (26 deg), Neptune Cap (7 deg) and Pluto Scorp (9 deg). The thing that jumps out at me the most in her chart is the squares between Jupiter/Saturn and Uranus. Sag is a classic overdoing it sign and when it squares mighty Jupiter in the sign of visions and narcotics, its not a good mix. There’s instability and classic rebellion. Her music is awash with references to alcohol. Her Mars opposed Pluto is also troubling, especially since its in fixed signs. She’ll have Saturn crossing her Pluto in 2013, opposing Mars. This is a major crossroads for her as it will be for many in her generation. The Saturn crossing will force them to make a choice as to how they will use their power or let it be used. As far as I can tell, her generation isn’t using a whole lot of discernment. The buy in is the sell out as I once offered up to David Bowie and boy, have they sold out. They’re like a legion of fembots that mouth the lyrics of Dr. Luke, Max Martin and Redone. They dance with monsters and zombies. They tease androids and vampires. They celebrate the night and their own personal freedom and yet they are slaves of the highest order, first covering their left eye and then the right. The eye of whore-us. And you can’t get away from them. In Europe, they have their own versions of these viral vixens such as Uffie (the French Ke$ha) and the aforementioned Pixie Lott.
To be expected, Ke$ha has some extremely dynamic transits in play as well. Pluto is conjunct her natal Neptune, which can portend profound spiritual understanding. This usually occurs in the early 20’s and is like a seal that cracks open and allows the heavens to pour in, thus seeding the individual with a deeper, spiritual understanding. This comes at a time when an auric membrane is stripped away, like a protective gel, thus making the individual more open and vulnerable to the world than ever before. Its the last bit of psychic embyosis, a holdover from childhood. The end of innocence. So in comes Pluto onto Neptune, establishing new understandings. For me and my Neptune in Scorp generation, it was Pluto moving onto our Neptune, the very same Pluto powering this generation. When this happened in 1982, I experienced a clear death and rebirth. For her and others of her time/phase, it won’t be so much about the resurrection of their spiritual bodies, it will have to do with power, plain and simple, since Pluto will also be trining their natal Pluto as well as conjnuncting Neptune and in later birth dates, Uranus. In my estimation, as an astrologer, the two most power driven signs in the zodiac are Scorpio and Capricorn. Oh sure, Leo never met a throne they didn’t like and Aries a challenge it couldn’t pass up, but their motivations are quite different. Capricorn wants to get to the top while Scorpio wants to accumulate power through the accrual of psychic and sexual essence.
Ke$ha also has transiting Uranus on top of her already hot, Aries Moon. With Uranus there, she’s a banshee and an unpredictable one. Chiron is creeping up on her Mercury. This can result in voice problems, but also perhaps, hearing voices as well. There’s a high degree of psychic awareness but unless there is a requisite amount of spiritual training and understanding, there’s a high probability of madness that goes along with this. Ke$ha has a real shot at making a profound impact when Neptune approaches her Sun, during her Saturn return, but only if she can stare down the demons of transiting Jupiter in Gemini opposing her Saturn and Uranus in Sag. There’s a really powerful portal that can open to her during that transit, but she’ll have to make choices that will mark her character deeply and for a very long time.
In the grand scheme, perhaps we’re witnessing the reverberations of Black Moon Lilith in Aries, the forgotten and discarded feminine that’s mad as hell and doesn’t give a fuck. Its truly in our faces now, but there’s something that’s more than slightly self-loathing and even hateful about the way that Ke$ha, Gaga, Rhianna and Nikki Minaj are going about their business. Its as if their creators cannot stand women and in fact, want to debase them, by turning them into sleazy, hedonistic, creatures of the night and delighting in it at every turn, taking a wrecking ball to same sex relations, families and intimacy. Here is Pluto in Capricorn at work. The blatant symbolism, the relentless assault on the teen psyche, its all like one big, metaphoric ass fuck. Its the same with the crashing economies, the four wars, relentless surveillance, plundering of rights, etc. Bend over, you’re gonna take it now and there’s nothing you can do about it. Well at least that’s what they think. You can get rid of your TV. I did. I shit canned my satellite provider. I simply have Netflix now and its incredibly empowering. I don’t have to have my kid beg me to watch those twisted cartoons on Cartoon Network that are clearly working on the same model. Just watch the uber-disturbing “Amazing Adventures Of Gumball” (or better yet, just take my word for it). I’ve taken control and saved about $90 a month in the process. You can do it as well. Unplug. Spend time with your kids. Create with them. Deprogram them with deft, respect and real love for their souls. Do not let these sleazy bastards snatch them so easily and then rub your face in it. You may never get them back. Why is it important? I’ll tell you. Come on over here and bend down. Closer. A little closer. That’s it. I’m going to whisper it to you; “Because if you do this, you’ll retain some measure of what its like to be a human, a person that breathes, feels and bleeds and you might just pass these quaint notions along to the next generation.”
All of this makes me feel just a little old and sounding oddly like “Focus On the Family” and James Dobson, but being a parent has made me much more conservative apparently and yet witnessing the dehumanization of the species isn’t just a parental spectacle. In fact, I’ve been on my own purge of sorts and its yielding more clarity than ever before. Embrace your humanity.