I can't help it. Spector's trial is salacious public-arena pulp of the worst kind, and for some reason I'm absolutely addicted. I wouldn't be, except that I've been messing around with amateur music production in my spare time, and Spector *was* the Timbaland of the 1960s, as it were. It's just so bizarre to see him in court with outrageous suits, more outrageous hair, and even more outrageous legal wrangling as his defense team trots out expert after highly paid expert to testify as to the blood-retentive properties of Lana Clarkson's spine. Most Hollywood noir dramas aren't this macabre nor this fascinating to me, in some sort of ugly, grisly, star-struck way.
I'll defend my fascination on the grounds of my similar fascination with music and its industry, and Spector *is* a historically important figure in music, one of the more historically important ones, actually. He masterminded an entire boy and girl group sound of the 1960s, and it's hard to forget that whole "Beatles" act he was associated with.
This might be drama, but as a highly amateur musician who has the usual longshot pipe dreams of working with famous and/or inspiring musicians someday, it has a certain Wagnerian grandeur to it. Maybe it's not "important" important, but I bet you it's affected some of the people Spector knew and worked with, which comprises a tremendous cross-section of an entire era of music as well as probably the most influential musical act of all time to date. One might justify its relevance on those terms alone.
