Archive for the ‘Simon Cowell’ Category

Regular readers will remember with a wince the silly outbursts that singer Annie Lennox made during Operation Cast Lead. Lennox slammed Israel, totally ignored the Hamas rockets and complained that the television news reports of the operation ruined her Christmas ‘as a mother’. Well, exactly. It’s all about you isn’t it Annie? She didn’t leave it there, either. She also promoted and attended an anti-Israel demonstration that was co-organised by the British Muslim Initiative, whose President was quoted on Al Jazeera television as saying he hates “the evil Jew”. Nice.

Lennox was roundly mocked for the naivety of her remarks and has unsurprisingly proved reticent to comment on the issue ever since. However, this coming week she will appear on the BBC’s Hard Talk programme where she will tell viewers that she has changed her mind and has now decided ‘both sides are right and both sides are wrong’. Gee, thanks for that Annie.

I will close with a tale from a showbiz gathering of celebrities like Simon Cowell and leading journalists like Rebekah Wade and Piers Morgan. Cowell mischievously proposed that they compile a top 10 of showbiz divas. At number six was Annie Lennox. Her (unnamed) nominator explained: ‘She was breathtakingly grand and offensive to me. I was shocked. But then other big stars told me she’s always like that.’

I’ve been updating my bestselling biography of Simon Cowell for a new paperback edition. I’m delighted by the book trade’s huge interest in the new edition which will be out in the spring.

Good old Cowell. Check this out from this week’s American Idol

As some of you already know, I now have a fortnightly column in Jewish News. Here is the latest…

It’s that time of year again: X Factor Final week. Seven sensational days when we can forget about the real world and focus our attention on the excitement of the build-up, working ourselves into a sleepless lather of anticipation. A seven-day orgy of clock-watching as we dry-retchingly countdown to the big night. Or is that just me?

I’ll nail my colours to the mast – my favourite contestant is Stacey Solomon. She’s got a cracking voice, a wonderful personality, she looks great and ticks my philosemite box. I also love the fact that she’s so obviously a very clever girl, however hard she pretends not to be. I adored her from the start – the fact she took her fellow contestants to my favourite north London restaurant (White House Express) just crowned the appeal. I dream of eating there with her myself one day. I would sit in shawarma-shovelling enraptured silence as Stacey chattered away at me, like only she knows how.

The X Factor has been especially exciting for me this year, because I am the author of a recently published biography of Simon Cowell and therefore regularly called on for my X-Factor thoughts by the media. A question I’m often asked is who could replace Cowell when he eventually retires as a judge. It would be a big ask of anyone: of all those who have tried to live up to his Mr Nasty benchmark perhaps the closest to get there was his Got-Talent sidekick Piers Morgan. But let’s be honest, Morgan could never really be another Cowell.

I think I know who could, though. The person best suited to the role would need to be slick, deadpan and dynamic on television, and also brimming with charisma, self confidence and glorious arrogance. There’s only one man for the job then: the Prime Minister of Israel Benjamin Netanyahu. Can’t you just see it? Anyone who has watched Bibi make mincemeat of mealy-mouthed BBC and ITN interviewers knows that the man can be compellingly deadly on the small screen. I might be a tad biased – to say I am a fan of Bibi is an understatement – but I think in him we have our man to replace Cowell.

While we’re about it we might as well give the whole panel a political sweep, starting with Dannii Minogue (who I hear is something of a philosemite herself enjoying Shabbat dinners with her Jewish pals). Replacing her would be American politician Sarah Palin and in place of Cheryl Cole I really can’t see beyond Israel’s Tzipi Livni. This brings us to the question of who will be the next Louis Walsh. That’s not a job title I can see people fighting in the streets for, but what’s Neil Kinnock up to at the moment? To be the next Louis, all the ginger Welshman would need to do is learn how to play to regional constituencies of acts and insert dramatic pauses for emphasis. Thus: “Joe what can I say? I hope everyone in Newcastle picks up the phone and votes for you because I. Want. You. In. Da Foinal.”

And here we are, within touching distance of ‘da foinal’. To be honest, Joe really would be a fine winner. He sings very well and even as a gentile male I find it hard not to come over all Yiddishe Mumma when I watch him listening so sweetly and politely to the judge’s verdicts. But adorable and talented as Joe and his toothy smile can be, he is no Stacey Solomon. Few are, she is one in a million that girl. Here’s to you Stacey, you heron-like wonder. What can I say? I hope everyone in Britain picks up the phone and votes for you because I want you to win the final.

Simon Cowell: The Unauthorized Biography by Chas Newkey-Burden is out now. (£18.99, Michael O’Mara.)

If you are not in the newspaper’s catchment area you can read it in full online here.

Digital Spy has an interesting story about Simon Cowell’s political ambitions:

‘Simon Cowell would reportedly like to stage a political showdown in the style of The X Factor during the run-up to the next general election.

‘The media mogul said that a debate between Prime Minister Gordon Brown and Conservative leader David Cameron could be injected with a bit of “fun” with music and “loads of spotlights”.

‘Cowell told GQ that he would be up for the challenge. He said: “Like the presidential debates in America. I’d like to produce that here. I would! Just for the hell of it! Make it a bit more fun.”‘

I hate to say I told you so!

I’ve been interviewed by the excellent Digital Spy about my Simon Cowell biography. From dry-retching to political king-making and prostitutes’ calling-cards it’s all here.

I’ve been listening to Leona Lewis’s brand new album Echo today – it’s breathtakingly brilliant. It’s got a more upbeat, contemporary sound than her debut but there are some of her signature ballads too. Her version of Oasis’s Stop Crying Your Heart Out is up there with her unbeatable cover of Run. Bless you Leona, long may your sounds echo.

Her album comes hot on the heels of the recent debut albums by Cheryl Cole and Alexandra Burke. The success of all three of these albums reflect how brilliant they are. Respect to Simon Cowell and his genre which gives these national treasures a break, where others would slam the door in their faces.

It’s amazing just how wrong miserable old snobs like Sting are, isn’t it?

My biography of Simon Cowell has had a great run of publicity in the media these last few months. It’s had positive reviews in the likes of the News of The World; been discussed on countless radio shows; had news-story plugs in Woman’s Own and the Daily Star and even been featured on The One Show.

But I’ve just received word that we’ve got the big one. Guess where it’s going to be featured next? Only Extreme Fishing with Robson Green!

How to have a happy Monday:

1) Have a successful meeting at Penguin.

2) Go and watch Saw VI.

3) See your own book given a juicy close up on The One Show on BBC 1. (5mins 4seconds in on iPlayer.)

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I was at a gig in London last night (Fightstar, fact fans – they were amazingly good) so I have yet to watch last night’s X Factor. I have it on Sky+ and I plan to start watching it early this evening so it flows seamlessly into the tonight’s live results show. Lots of clock-watching going on as a result.

I’m so excited. This year’s X Factor has been amazing, up there with my other favourite reality show installments: Pop Idol series 1, Big Brother series 3, Any Dream Will Do and X Factor series 1. The changes Simon Cowell made to the format were controversial at first but are working beautifully, and this year’s finals feature the most interesting, talented bunch of contestants ever. There is no three-act configuration for the final that would not be engrossing.

The only thing I’ve not enjoyed is the growing volume (thanks mainly to rise of Twitter) of the X Factor creeps (XFCs). These are the people who profess to dislike the show but tune-in every weekend regardless. As if this wasn’t strange enough, they then delude themselves that we’re just dying for them to come and tell us how stupid they think the programme is. Every Saturday and Sunday night Twitter and Facebook feeds quickly clog up with comments about how the contestants are all dumb, the whole thing is fixed, Cheryl’s a chav, the judges only pretend to bicker, oh the whole thing is so stupid, yadda yadda yadda…

I get that The X Factor isn’t to everyone’s taste. But if XFCs hate it so much then why do they keep tuning in just to sneer at it? Have they really nothing better to do? I don’t like rugby, so I don’t watch it. I’ve never found equations like that particularly challenging to get my head round. XFCs, though, tune in to the live shows every week without fail and then rush to the internet to tell us how stupid they found the whole thing.

If you hate The X Factor then please just don’t watch it. Or if you’ve really nothing better to do each weekend than watch television shows that you hate then at least spare us your snobby commentary. It doesn’t make you sound clever, it makes you sound lonely and creepy. Listening to it is akin to tucking in to the most beautiful tub of ice cream while someone sits next to you reading out the ingredients in condescending monotone. Yes, I know lots of chemicals go into making ice cream (my favourite X Factor accompaniment, fact fans – Chocolate Macadamia please) but I’d quite like to just enjoy eating it all the same, please.

And yes I know there’s a whole lot more than meets the eye to shows like the X Factor, but just for a few hours each weekend I really love switching off from all the cynicism of the world and enjoying a bit of innocent, bubbly entertainment. If XFCs really are that offended by all the fun, ambition, pop gold, dreams, tears and laughter of The X Factor then I suggest they lighten-up or button up. Or switch over – I’m sure there’s some documentary about a clever but depressed Guatemalan poet or something to watch.

In happier news, despite there being so many likeable and talented acts this year, I’ve had a stand out favourite since the opening audition phase who seems to be going strong. It’s not going to be a huge surprise to you who I am referring to.

Can you guess who it is yet?

I’m quoted in the Daily Star today about Simon Cowell. Or should I say Lord Cowell?

Simon Cowell is being courted for a move into politics by Gordon Brown and David Cameron.

Both believe The X Factor supremo would make British politics more popular with young voters in the wake of the expenses scandal. And the reward could be a peerage as Simon, 50, becomes Lord Cowell.

Chas Newkey-Burden, author of Simon Cowell: The Unauthorised Biography, said last night: “Simon Cowell is a rare combination. He’s incredibly rich and comes from a posh background but has the common touch.

“He can push so many different buttons and this makes him a red hot prospect for politicians.They would run over each other to get to his side. The public is so cheesed off with politics at the moment and an endorsement from him could just swing it for one of the parties.”

The rest of the story is here.

It’s a big weekend for three of the people I’ve written biographies of, with questions hanging over each.

Simon Cowell has flu! Will he or won’t he be well enough appear on the first live show of this year’s X Factor?
(He will.)

Amy Winehouse might be back in rehab! Will she fulfil her booking to appear as a backing singer on Strictly Come Dancing on Saturday?
(Bookies give 6/4 that she won’t. But she will.)

Alexandra Burke is to sing Bad Boys on the Sunday night X Factor results show! How will she do?
(She’ll blow the blimming roof off.)

PS – I did my slot on BBC Radio London this morning. If you’re interested it is on Listen Again here. I am 1.32 in.

PPS – You can also check me out on Monday’s BBC Berkshire breakfast show talking about the Danni/Danyl controversy here, around 2.09 in.

The prize in this week’s competition is a signed copy of one of my recent biographies – and you get to decide which you win.

awbIncluding original interviews, my bestselling Amy Winehouse biography is now in updated paperback which brings the story right up to date, including her dramatic life-saving heroism in St Lucia. Look magazine called it: “A great read – four out of five.” The Jewish Chronicle said: “Until she puts pen to paper herself, this is as good as we’re going to get.” The book has been translated into seven languages.

cowellb Simon Cowell: The Unauthorised Biography also got a four-star rating from the News Of The World, which praised its “entertaining new insight”. It includes many original interviews with those who know and have worked with Cowell, including numerous finalists from Pop Idol, American Idol and The X Factor. It was published a few weeks ago and is already performing well in the WH Smiths chart. You can read the prologue to the book here.

To enter the competition leave a ‘pick me’ comment below, saying which of the two books you want to win. I will choose the winner on Friday. (The competition is open to all, I will post to anywhere in the world.)

ccThe Simon Cowell biography promo fun continues! Following the reviews, diary page plugs and radio appearances of the last few days, I was interviewed today on the blog of the wonderful Caroline Smailes. She’s given the book a great review and in the interview I managed to work in references to Mossad, Chabad and Starbucks among other things.

There’s plenty more coming up. I’m doing something  like 20 radio interviews on Thursday, Friday, Saturday and next Monday. There’s also talk of a leading womens’ magazine running a chunky extract and lots more besides.

By the way Caroline Smailes’ novel In Search Of Adam is fantastic and very moving. Check it out here.

My biographies of Simon Cowell and Michael Jackson are published next week. Then the following week my Gunners Lists book hits the shelves. (I actually have six new books published over the next nine weeks.) The Sunday papers have covered the Cowell biography wonderfully. The News Of The World reviewer gave it four out of five, which is really pleasing. The Independent On Sunday diary page did its second story in three weeks on the book, focusing this time on my interview with Julie Burchill.

The busy promotional campaign for the Cowell book continues tomorrow when I do a newspaper review and interview on BBC Radio London, the first of something like 20 radio interviews I am doing next week. I will also be speaking to a few magazines and blogs. Meanwhile, the book is rising up the chart in WHSmiths and other shops. It’s winning Amazon’s Judges Joust (a face-off they set-up between my biog of Cowell and the brilliant Sean Smith’s one of Cheryl Cole).

As it this isn’t all brilliant enough, I’ve decided that The Cowell’s decision to do the opening X Factor auditions in front of arena audiences was a stroke of genius from the clever so-and-so. I didn’t enjoy it last week but after last night’s show I am definitely won over. Watching Jamie Archer’s ‘Sex On Fire’ audition made it all click into place, especially seeing The Cowell let himself go and join in the singing along.

Good times!

cowcov1It was good to see my Simon Cowell biography at number 23 in my local WH Smiths store chart today. I was – pleasantly – surprised because it is not officially published until September, as X Factor fever hots up and we start the big promo campaign for the book.

I’d like to thank everybody who helped with the book, including the numerous people I interviewed for it. I’m grateful to you all.

Meanwhile, here is a sneak preview of the introduction to the book:

‘Excuse me,’ said the middle-aged diner in the American restaurant as he approached a famous fellow diner’s table, ‘if I pay you a hundred thousand dollars, will you stand in our bedroom and insult me as I make love to my wife?’ This is not the sort of request most people would expect to receive from a stranger, but then Simon Cowell is not like most people.

He has become globally recognized for the frank verdicts he delivers to contestants on televison talent shows like The X Factor and American Idol, so much so that ‘Cowell’ has become a byword for blunt honesty. Thanks to the success of these shows and some of the artists they have launched, he has also become incredibly rich, and his ambition shows no sign of abating. When asked what he wants most in the world, he said with characteristic candour: ‘Money. As much money as I can get my hands on.’ He’s getting his hands on plenty: his personal fortune is estimated to be in excess of £100 million.

Cowell’s ascent to such heady heights has taken an unlikely route. His journey to the top of the celebrity tree is in stark contrast to those of the numerous well-known sports stars who spent their childhoods slaving away to perfect their technique, or the actors and singers who endured humourless years being coached by bossy teachers at stage school and pushy parents at home. These budding stars were led to believe that years of exhausting hard work was the only way to achieve those two prized commodities: fame and fortune.

Neither does Cowell’s life follow the familiar entrepreneurial narrative of the kid from the impoverished background whose hunger drove him to extraordinary business success.

Fame came late and suddenly to Cowell. He was unknown at forty-two, nationally infamous by the time he turned forty-three and internationally famous only a few years later. Prior to that he had four decades during which there were only occasional clues as to what the future held. He had a joyful childhood, which he spent rebelling at school and playing ever more devious and hilarious practical jokes at home. His was a happy household that echoed with laughter, and his family was financially comfortable, so Cowell couldn’t be said to have an inherent hunger for wealth.

Professionally, Cowell’s career started slowly. In his twenties he had some success in the music business and lapped up the glamorous perks and lifestyle that came with it. But then he lost everything, and at thirty was forced, rather ignominiously, to move back to his parents’ home. What spurred him on, waking up under his parents’ roof, to become one of the most driven, successful and famous men on the planet? The man named, in a 2008 poll of children, as the most famous person in the world, finishing ahead of even the Queen and God? Where did he derive the confidence to be so unflinchingly frank on television? And what is the truth about Cowell’s much-speculated-upon love life?

Cowell is a man of paradoxes: a straight-talking judge with a cruel tongue but a kind heart. A wealthy man from comfortable stock, he nonetheless has the common touch and is unflinchingly generous. Handsome and charismatic, only one of his romantic relationships has lasted longer than a few years.

X Factor finalist Niki Evans, one of many contestants interviewed for this book, saw some of Cowell’s contrasts close-up: ‘He’s a loveable rogue,’ she smiles. ‘He’s a mummy’s boy, but very ruthless. If he wants something he’ll get it. Make no mistake about that. He’s a hard man with a heart, that’s what he is. People will be shocked to learn about the real Simon Cowell.’

Here is his story…

You can buy it here.

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