The financial and emotional backers of Kesha’s lawsuits against Dr. Luke have slowly backed away in light of the fact that the legal actions got nowhere and even Taylor Swift doesn’t like to keep dropping $250,000 in an effort to get back at men in the record business. Kesha’s lost at every single legal ruling since initiating her efforts to get out of her Sony contract with Dr. Luke’s record label by way of suddenly remembering that Dr. Luke drugged and raped her. Major media outlets can’t afford the ink to type this scoreboard when citing Kesha’s ongoing struggle for dignity.
Kesha spent two years refusing to record new music for a third album under Dr. Luke’s production, until a judge ordered her to shut the fuck up and start pumping out more shitty dance music. Parties agreed that Kesha didn’t need to work directly with Dr. Luke since that would be awkward after her false rape allegations. But she was ordered to produce tracks in the spirit of “her voice” and deliver them to Dr. Luke for making them less horribly shitty. As a big fuck you, Kesha dropped off twenty-two tracks that especially sucked and were entirely off-context, as in full on country music with banjos. Now who’s raping who, eh? Though technically this is the first rape.
Kesha’s legal team is pretending that she delivered what was owed and that Dr. Luke’s team is trying to screw her over by saying it’s going to take forever to make these tracks work. Dr. Luke’s team is stating that turning lumpy diarrhea into gold is their business, but this is going to be a particular chore. Inane party music used to be less complicated. Look for lots of posthumous Rick James riffs to be layered over Kesha’s already auto-tuned nuggets. There’s some benefit to having a consumer audience with zero demand of quality to purchase.
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