Celebrity Gossip: Pulling Back the Curtain

It's happening. The Rudy Word has sunken to the depths of celebrity gossip. But in this blog it will be to debunk some recent sensationalism, and in future cases, if any, it will be to lampoon celebrities for their misdeeds (such as suggesting that Lindsay Lohan have every orafice on her body sewn shut to prevent her from ingesting drugs). In this blog I will be addressing the absolute hogwash printed in yesterday's Daily News about Paul McCartney.

The article would like you to believe that Paul McCartney spent the better part of the last two shows at the East Hampton Social (James Taylor, and this past weekend, Tom Petty) trying to mack on Christie Brinkley and Renee Zellweger, respectively. Unfortunetly, completely unsubstantiated and intentionally presumptuous rumors pass for news in the business of celebrity gossip. Anyone who was actually there, as I was (had the benefit of working the event where he was spotted) knows how fabricated it all is.

The article acts as though the close-talking between Brinkley and McCartney, and Zellweger and McCartney was a sign of intimacy. There's oinly one problem with that theiry: they were at a freaking rock concert. Everyone was close talking because it was loud, duh!

The tabloids say the two were flirting with McCartney. That's a no brainer. Who wouldn't flirt with him? He's Paul fucking McCartney! I would flirt with him!

The fact is, McCartney was by far the most gracious celebrity guest at the event. He asked for a very minimal security detail and basically invited the guests to come up and speak with him. He was in the crowd talking with everyone, treating everyone else like the celebrities.

I saw him just as he was leaving. The concert had ended and I was walking through the sofa-seating section. Paul turned toward the stairs just as I saw him. We locked eyes. I think I gave him a nod and a smile (but I couldn't even remember my own name), and then he walked down the stairs and toward the exit. He passed a group of people talking, turned toward them and did a Chuck Berry-style air guitar (leaving them giddy and dumbfounded) and then exited through the tunnel, BY HIMSELF! And I also know that he drove off, in his Rolls, BY HIMSELF.

So much for the fabricated rumors. That is the actual extent to which, even Paul McCartney's, celebrity life is fascinating. It's not. Never believe anything you read on the celebrity gossip pages, unless it is this one.