By Christian Schaeffer
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For all you sickos out there who just can't get enough corporatese in your lives, Eden's Crush is your kind of story. In case you've been fortunate enough to live under a rock for the past several months, Eden's Crush is the new girl-group phenom touring this summer with boy-band slickies 'N Sync. Their first single, "Get Over Yourself," went straight to No. 1 on the Billboard sales charts the week it was released, thanks to a "reality"-based TV show/starmaking vehicle/industry circle-jerk called Popstars(an American version of an Australian show and the female counterpart to last season's Making the Band, which engendered the wretched O-Town). It's all too easy to throw around horrible catchphrases such as "corporate synergy" and "cross-promotion" when discussing a band that was created by a television network (The WB, which caters to a teen and preteen demographic), dandled in primetime for a while and then summarily deposited into the waiting arms of sister company Warner Music Group. Factor in a handy little tie-in with Internet giants AOL, another powerful tentacle of the AOL Time Warner octopus, and you've got yourself a viciously efficient improvement on the old Hollywood studio system. Behold the glory of late capitalism!
First, a primer on Popstars, for those of you without 11-year-old daughters. In the first couple of episodes, the panel of experts (a record-label executive, a talent-agency type and a choreographer) weeded out the fat, the clumsy, the tone-deaf, the homely. Successive auditions culled the sassboxes, the spotlight-huggers, the Big Personalities. In the final rounds, they eliminated a plucky former foster child and the best singer of the bunch, an electrifying young African-American woman from East St. Louis. Soon the program became less like a talent show and more like a weird hybrid of beauty pageant and boot camp, as the Popstars (now christened Eden's Crush) prepared for the various challenges ahead: their first video, their first single, their first photo shoot. Clearly the corporate masterminds at The WB were basing their decisions not only on talent and physical appeal but on a particular personality type, one suited to endure the months of torture ahead.
The final five -- Ivette Sosa, Ana Maria Lombo, Maile Misajon, Nicole Scherzinger and Rosanna Tavarez -- were whisked off to a house in California, where they were sequestered for two months, forbidden from visiting their families, going out in public and (we're guessing) ingesting carbohydrates. Instead, they were roused before dawn and subjected to marathon videotaping and recording sessions, fitness training, rehearsals with the choreographer, makeovers/general sluttification and regular bawl-outs from drill sergeant/hitmaker David Foster (whom we can thank for the careers of Celine Dion, Whitney Houston and Michael Bolton). All this drudgery made us yearn for the halcyon days of the Monkees, when prefab TV bands got to goof off, solve mysteries and caper around fake-looking sets without a care in the world.
Unlike Making the Band, Popstars offered very little in the way of interpersonal drama. Sure, there was that time Nicole lost her voice and couldn't hit the high notes, the time one of the girls used a curse word and offended one of the others, the time Rosanna got all chesty because she wasn't getting to sing lead often enough. Most of the time, though, the women (all in their early to mid-20s) were relentlessly professional. Surprise, surprise: Ivette (our favorite member of Eden's Crush because of her naturally curly hair and her endearing tendency to cry during video shoots) is ridiculously nice. She's a lot of fun to chat with, but she's unfailingly upbeat and fails to divulge any juicy gossip (e.g., "David Foster likes to dress up like a girl and spank us!" "Nicole is actually a cyborg!"). In addition to being a sweet, religious girl, Ivette is the consummate professional. She's not the kind to bite the hand that feeds her or to say anything that might alienate her legions of preteen fans and their credit-card-wielding parents.
Instead, she says, with utmost sincerity, all the things you'd expect a woman in her position to say: that David Foster might come off like a hard-ass but he's really a "big teddy bear" and they all feel lucky when he criticizes them because "it betters our chances of doing well"; that "it's really great to be able to touch people's lives, just to think that being ourselves is something that people want to watch"; that although people assume she's stuck-up, she's still "the same person," "totally myself," a "human being with good days and bad days," even though it's hard because "everyone's paying so much attention to how you react to things." Sigh. Sometimes nice people can be a real pain in the ass.
Everyone who watched Popstars screamed "fraud" at their TV sets a few times -- which is not to take anything away from Ivette's and her bandmates' considerable talents, of course. When asked about the selection process, Ivette agrees that it was all very mysterious (indeed, mystical!): "To be honest, I had no idea who was going to be in the group. When we got into that workshop in LA, there were so many talented girls -- and I've been to a lot of auditions, and there is a certain cattiness that can go on -- but I assure you that when we got into the audition, we all knew that, boy, this is really going to be a tough decision, and they can go anywhere with it. There was always the chance that one of us was going to go home that day. We knew that it wasn't because of talent -- it was just being at the right place at the right time, and we just took it one day at a time. Honestly, when I left, being one of the 10 to go home with the contract, I left with the attitude that I had a really great experience and I knew that if they took me, I would do the best that I can and bring as much as I can to the group, and if they didn't pick me, it was because it wasn't meant to be, because I was meant to be doing something else or it just wasn't the right time."