Hunter S. Thompson said it best. This “is what the whole hep world would be doing Saturday nights if the Nazis had won the war.” He was demeaning Las Vegas‘s Circus Circus, but his pejoration sticks like skunk spray even more aptly to this surreal, Hasselhoff in black leathers, vid schmear. “Danke schoen” indeed. Hasselhoff grins and smirks, a limelight addict in mid-fix. He blithely croons, dwarfed by an oversized cowboy boot, aware of neither his comic mise en scene nor the song’s sad ironies of priceless life moments lost in fame’s pursuit. Hasselhoff doesn’t do irony. The German backing singers, orchestra and audience understand “cowboy” and perhaps “rhinestone” (the Rhine is their river, after all, and its stones, their stones) but, for many reasons, they don’t do irony either, and are relentless in their love for the leather clad Hoff:
“Rhinestone Cowboy” – David Hasselhoff – “What the whole hep world would be doing Saturday nights if the Nazis had won the war”
