As sad as the story of glam-rapper
Mickey Avalon's life is (or is supposed to be) -- full of various drug addictions, prostitution, deaths, and other rather life-altering experiences -- he sure knows how to write a catchy hook. "Jane Fonda," a poppy trash-rap song about some of the various women he's been with, which became a favorite among the MySpace crowd (unsurprisingly,
Mickey Avalon is the first release off the music networking site's label) is in itself representative of all that the performer is: a quick fix. There's nothing about
Avalon's music that's particularly innovative or good (even the irreverent candidness that is his most interesting attribute has been done before), but for those moments it's on, there's something oddly satisfying about it, engaging in that way that hedonists and drug abusers are to those around them, attractive to that voyeuristic side of us that views everything with an expression of half-horror and half-envy.
Avalon seems so desperate in his need to be liked (as he brags about his prowess in the bedroom and rhyming skills) that even though he's aware of his and his peers' hypocrisy, he doesn't quite understand how far it goes, or how sad and weak it makes him seem. Fans love him because not only does he ooze sexuality, but because he's practically begging them to love him, he's needy and wants attention, and pouring liquor down their throats and baring his ass (two things he often does at concerts) are the only ways he knows to show this.