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Where Has Sarah Brightman Gone?

by Karen Tortora-Lee on January 27, 2008

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Seriously? Where the hell is she?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not asking as a fan. I’m not saying “The world needs more Sarah Brightman so, DAMN IT! I want to see her represented more in mainstream pop culture!”

I’m also not asking where she’s gone on her travels as of late.

And I’m not asking where she’s gone spiritually.

No, I’m asking where pie-faced, mooney eyed, matronly little chunk of a Brit, Sarah Brightman has gone. This Sheryl Crowbot in her place that writhes in come-hither fashion and even manages to sex up the Ave Maria is NOT the Sarah Brightman I’ve known and (not) loved for the past 20 years.

See for yourself.

Sarah Brightman before:

Sarah Brightman after:

The only thing even slightly similar is that this is a chick who gets in front of the camera and always plays to her best side.

Photographer: Can we get a full-on shot of your face, Ms. Brightman?

Sarah: No! No you may not! It’s a two-quarter turn to the right or it’s nothing! Now get to clicking!

You know, it could just be that all this was documented diligently in the media, with as much furor as the incredible shrinking Star Jones story was a few years ago. Could be. I doubt it … but still, it’s a possibility. But I wouldn’t know because I pretty much can’t stand Sarah Brightman and wouldn’t particularly gravitate toward any article written about her, scandalous or otherwise. I mean … we’ve got a Britney Pandemic going on … those oops-I-did-it-again antics of hers don’t leave room in the shallow part of my brain for much else.

Sarah Brightman can’t take all the credit for why I don’t like her. It didn’t start with her. It started with her warty little hobgoblin of a (now ex-) husband, Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber. I am not an Andrew Lloyd Webber fan. That’s not to say Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat doesn’t have it’s moments … and my Evita obsession roiled large, but that was a Madonna thing. I like to think that I like some of his music despite Andrew Lloyd Webber, not because of him.

A number of years ago I found out that Music of the Night was actually written as a stand alone piece and dropped into Phantom later — written by Webber expressly for Brightman on the night they met. Imagining trollish little Andy cooing this pleading melody to Sarah as he tried to entice her into his lonely little midget bed left me feeling disgusting and rather voyeuristic. No matter who’s crooning the lyrics, all I can envision is that creepy scene playing out in my head …Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind, in this darkness which you know you cannot fight – the darkness of the music of the night . . . this odd little man with his odd little euphemism for sex. Floating, falling, sweet intoxication! Touch me, trust me savor each sensation! This kind of stuff is the exact OPPOSITE of an erotic siren song. And still, it must have done the trick cuz the broad not only touched him, trusted him, and savored each sensation … she married him. With a shovel in her hand in place of a bouquet, the quicker to start the gold diggin’ with.

So anyway, all this made it very hard for me to like Sarah Brightman, or to even care enough to follow her career. The next time I even noticed her was when she was inappropriately pawing her way through Time to Say Goodbye.

Yes, I get it. Andrea Bocelli is blind. He can’t see you staring at him adoringly. So you’ve gotta drape your damn self across him like a drunken hooker. You know darn well that Andrea’s thinking the whole time of extending the title to “Time to Say Goodbye, So Get Off of My Stage and Don’t Call Me Because I’ve Changed My Phone Number. And You Can Just Forget About Coming With Me to Zurich on the 31st”.

Oh, and just a little critical advice, if I may? If you’re gonna sing a song in Italian, please get a dialect coach so I don’t have to hear a romance language butchered by your stilted British affectation.

Any whoo, just wondering where Sarah Brightman’s gone, and who’s taken over her Kathy Griffin-esque celebrity status. So, if anyone’s got any dirt on Ms. Brightman vis-à-vis plastic surgery, abduction, or a soul sold to the Devil, please let me know. It’s been a slow-ish Britney week …

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massagekneads101 November 26, 2008 at 5:46 am

She must be doing something right … like releasing two albums, going on a world tour, starring in a movie, opening the Olympics, performing at the Classic Brit Awards and even performing again with Bocelli at his request – he must not of minded her too bad. And yes her image has changed. Sure looks great for a 48 year old!

Karen Tortora Lee November 26, 2008 at 11:14 am

Hey, I’m all for looking great at 48. I’m just wondering if she had the ability to look that good … why did she wait almost 5 decades?

Antonio MininoNo Gravatar October 22, 2009 at 11:50 am

Last time I checked she was still on the botox table, yes that is where I left her… or was it drinking the potion from “Death Becomes Her”, siempre viva!

Blake RogersNo Gravatar August 11, 2010 at 3:25 am

andrea bocelli is really a gifted man and he has the best sounding voice ever “

Faith FosterNo Gravatar September 30, 2010 at 4:07 am

there is no other great male voice than Andrea Bocelli, ;,,

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