I ultimately fear that entertainment blogs will become nothing more than tributes and memorials. This will happen because everyone is a star these days and because so many of us are stars, the ratio of famous people dying grows mightily.

And apparently readers — those few among us who are not famous — want very much to ponder what bloggers think when someone more important passes.

Can you imagine the requiem blogs that would fill cyberspace if all of the Kardashian sisters died at the same time?

I suppose it's not actually possible to "fill cyberspace," which is one of the beautiful things about the Internet, though in a sort of parallel tangent: the collective Uselessness of the Kardashian girls could certainly fill any room where they were all assembled like, well, a poisonous miasma of Kardashian Uselessness.

I'm not sure why anyone would care what I think about the Kardashian sisters when they die — or, since I theoretically blog about music, what I think about rocker Jay Reatard, who recently did die — and let's hope the coroner's conclusions don't indicate he was in a room with all three Kardashians at the time he succumbed.

(From the coroner's official report: "Reatard's autopsy reveals an overdose of Kardashian Uselessness thought to be attributed, as you might expect, to a harsh proximity to the Kardashian sisters and their attendant Uselessness.")

Well, Reatard's music means nothing to me, though I'm sorry he died. I also don't think it's Jay's fault that I don't care about his music. He just did what he wanted and it didn't particularly appeal to me. That's okay. Jay didn't need me and there's plenty of music to go around for all of us.

Anyhoo, I do want to go on record as saying it's a shame that Tony Clarke died.

For those of you who don't recognize the name, it's important that Clarke produced the first seven Moody Blues albums — and his creativity, vision and technical expertise were hugely influential on the band's sound and on recording technique in general. For better or worse — better, in my opinion — Clarke helped steer and develop prog rock.

When you think back on and listen to On the Threshold of a Dream or To Our Children's Children's Children, and you remember what years those were recorded, on fairly primitive 8-track equipment, it's pretty staggering to wrap your head around. May he rest in a place where Satan will never ask him to produce an album by the Kardashian Sisters.