If You Boo Justin Bieber, You Should Just Step To The Left Because That’s Where Haters Belong

At last night’s Billboard Music Awards, a few members of the ornery crowd resorted to booing the 19-year-old Canadian superstar after he received Billboard’s inaugural “Milestone Music Award” (sponsored by Chevrolet, which sounds French-Canadian, but is an American auto maker popular for selling pick-up trucks that won’t ever get stuck in the mud on the way back from Home Depot). Although most of the crowd shown in the video appears to be very excited for Justin’s fan-voted victory,  many headlines were about the ones who didn’t.  Bieber’s devoted legion has risen up to defend him, claiming that the negative reaction was perpetrated by those who are just jellzz, and in no way representative of his musical talents or his station in life as the World’s Greatest Pop Sensation In History Ever Right This Minute. Yes, even though most of his rabid Belieber fan-base could very well be deluded sycophants, they do have a legitimate gripe.

So let’s take a step back, haters, and make a conscious effort to explore where that hate comes from. Is it because you are not blessed with angelic vocal range and coordination to sing and dance as well as Justin? Is it his teenage aloofness and the fact that he wears sunglasses inside? Is it because he is harboring a fugitive monkey?

Quite possibly, but dig deep and realize that, yes, Justin Bieber is more talented than you’ll ever be and has more money than most of us will ever see in a lifetime, unless, of course, he realizes that he’s been stiffed by publishers or his manager or shady accountants who took advantage of him in the not-so-distant future of his pop music career. But if that happens, don’t revel in the schadenfreude; pity him, just as you would any other human being ruined by a diabolical music industry that can only survive if it chews all the meat off the bones of its young stars.  As he stood on the glowing stage, Christ-like, silent, I saw a boy whose graciousness was derailed by the weight of his achievements. Then, he spoke:

“I’m 19-years-old, I think I’m doing a pretty good job. And basically, and from my heart, it should really be about the music, and the craft that I’m making — this is not a gimmick.”

Sometimes his words shook. Sometimes his voice cracked. Sometimes he appeared to not even want the clumsy-looking trophy given to him by a car company for all the hit songs written for him by someone else that he sang. Because he heard the boos. Think about that, the next time you disparage this young man that there will come a time when he won’t be this way anymore and the best way to react to him right now is to cheer and encourage him on his life’s journey and out of our consciousness forever. Namaste.