Despite his frequent talkshow, music television, and wrestling match appearances, and despite the fact that he’s the husband of one of the most popular pop stars of all time, no one is attending K-Fed’s concerts or buying his new CD. You would think that being on Total Request Live, Ellen, and Much Music would help an artist sell tickets, but when advance buzz is overwhelmingly negative and the person is generally considered an untalented douchebag, no one shows up to see him rap. K-Fed shows that it does take skill and a that a decent personality wouldn’t hurt if you want to make it in show business.

One report claims that less than 250 people attended K-Fed’s show at Webster Hall in NY on Saturday, while another says that around 100 people showed. Regardless even the higher number represents less than a sixth of the club’s capacity. K-Fed was over three hours late onstage, and rapped for about 30 minutes. By the end of his brief set, only 1/3 of the audience remained.

An informal survey of the crowd yielded a foursome who confessed that they were friends of K-Fed’s manager and had gotten free tickets; two judgment-reserving girls who also had free tickets, which they’d won from TRL; a priceless foreign couple who admitted they’d first heard of Kevin Federline “this day”; and one couple with mixed intentions. (She: “I’m not a fan, just really into the tabloids!” He, glumly: “My girlfriend made me come.”) And though the venue may have been sorely undersold — estimates put the sparse crowd around 250, a sixth of the Webster Hall’s capacity — the impenetrable bunch of hopped-up fans pressed against the stage were an undeniably ecstatic bunch packed five rows deep.

A posse of enthusiastic NYU types, including a pair of Roxy boys with matching bandanas tied around their necks, raised a ruckus on a too small riser at the left of the stage, nubile girls clad in their best strip-mall formalwear gyrated in front of appreciative dates, and more than one pair of drunken-secretary types careened wildly toward the stage upon entering mid-set. Their energy was palpable and — we hate to say — surprisingly infectious. Judging by the screams incited every time K-Fed did, well, just about anything, we’d say it was one of the more hyperactive, scrappy little crowds in recent Webster Hall history, ironic or no. Most remarkably, no one in attendance seemed to mind that the show clocked in at around a half hour — just under a dollar per minute, in ticket-price terms.

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K-Fed is said to have “begged” organizers not to cancel that Webster Hall gig, and it doesn’t seem like making the show go on at all costs was the right decision. Two of his other shows, in Cleveland and Atlantic City, have been cancelled due to poor ticket sales.

K-Fed most likely told his wife not to steal his thunder at his recent concerts, and that has undoubtedly hurt him. What he sorely lacks in talent and common sense he could have salvaged with some well orchestrated duets with Britney. She was dumb enough to marry him and bear two of his children, she would have gladly come on stage at his gigs. Instead, he shot himself in the foot by making sure she isn’t even seen at his shows. Britney wore a pink wig at his Halloween concert and was not seen at the Saturday night show.