Being lonely in a crowded room. On one hand, The Mayor of Sunset Strip shows how sad it is that people run towards celebrity to fill a hole that appeared in their childhood & doesn’t ever go away if it is filled with surface relationships that don’t go deeper than schmooze & socializing. On the other hand, the celebrities run to him because in a sense, he doesn’t really want anything from them & he is a highway to fame. I’m glad that he got to do what he loves–surrounding himself with whatever music he likes, but in the end, I feel like he should have wanted more for himself than a few hours of vindication. I thought that it was telling that the highest compliment that he would give a musician is “Godhead.” I love Gwen Stefani, but Godhead, she is not.