Damn Right I'm Disappointed!

The Guardian takes a quick look at Musicians who turned out to be Scientologists. Essentially it mentions Issac Hayes and Beck and then spends a while shaking its head ruefully.

I don't know quite why Scientology in particular causes this reaction, but I'm reminded of Bill Hicks words on artists who do adverts:

"Here's the deal, folks. You do a commercial, you're off the artistic roll call forever. End of story. You're another corporate shill, you're another whore at the capitalist gang-bang, and if you do a commercial there's a price on your head, everything you say is suspect and every word that comes out of your mouth is like a turd falling into my drink."

It describes exactly how I feel about Beck now.