The stars of Drake’s hour long video aren’t the pretty girls, or jet set lifestyle, or even Drake’s opening interpretive dance number.

No, the main attraction is a segment featuring his petite blonde mom Sandy, smoking, and her two girlfriends hanging out and having drinks, getting manicures, shopping at Chanel, and even riding in the back of one of the many limos. Drake loves them, and they are certainly a welcome relief in an otherwise plotless film. I wish we’d spent more time with them. I have a lot of questions, such as how they like the opening song that features the line, “I’ll smack that ass until I leave a print.”

“FOMO” has 4.5 million views on YouTube. On the Apple streaming chart, he’s lodged around 15 tracks, a similar number to the songs in the video (21, thanks to the commenter). But on iTunes, just three songs. The “FOMO” credits are a must read, mostly for all the samples.

It’s Drake’s world, and we just live in it. All of this takes place in Canada, but so far no tariffs are involved.

PS I wish “SNL” could do parody of this. Maybe Kenan Thompson could be Drake, and Sarah Sherman his mother. This is really where we needed Chloe Fineman.

Ella Langley’s “Choosin’ Texas” has set records this year for being at the top of the charts. But doesn’t it sound familiar? It reminded me of Albert Hammond’s 1972 hit, “It Never Rains in Southern California.” Hammond has been in situations like this before. Radiohead’s “Creep” is based on his “The Air That I Breathe” that he wrote for the Hollies. So I called him up and asked him to take a listen. He did, and Hammond says Langley’s song does sound a lot like his — only his is better. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, right? I sort of stuck them together. But if you can make a mashup of the two hits, send it along to showbiz411@gmail.com.

Well, it’s not like she wasn’t warned.

Miley Cyrus jumped from Columbia Records, where she’d been under the corporate umbrella — RCA records originally — for her whole career.

Thinking the relationship was worn out, Miley made a big deal of going to Atlantic Records — just as Ed Sheeran was leaving after his whole career.

Atlantic was an odd choice. They are not prospering. It wasn’t like she went to Republic or anywhere at Universal Music.

So now we have her “Bass Persuades” album on Atlantic. It’s a dance record, it’s beautifully produced, and there’s no reason why tracks like “Let’s Get Married” or “REDLIGHTS” aren’t hits out of the box. For me to say I’m impressed by the production, you know it’s good.

Alas, the album is a non starter. The bass hasn’t persuaded anyone. Hitsdailydouble.com is now predicting first week sales of 40-45,000 copies. In other words, the album is dead.

This has to be a tremendous disappointment to Miley and her team, who worked hard making this record. But they did nothing to market it. First there was the story I reported that she was set to do the cover of Vanity Fair but backed out at the last minute.

Then, you have the release this week. There’s no sign of her anywhere on TV — no Kimmel or Fallon, no Today or GMA, no CBS Sunday morning. No MTV VMAs this weekend. She’s playing the Hollywood Bowl on October 16th end 18th, which is cool but the album will be long gone by then.

Is it Atlantic’s fault? Or are we seeing a management issue? This is exactly what happened with her last album, on Columbia. She’s the common denominator. But after 20 years in showbiz, and 10 albums, my guess is no one can tell her anything. What a shame. This was a blown opportunity.

He didn’t just hear it through the grapevine.

Famed LA musician Billy Vera went to see legendary singer Gladys Knight in concert recently. His reaction to her show is very alarming — but not shocking at this point.

Vera, who’s famous for his 80s hit “At this Moment,” wrote on Facebook over the weekend: “Just saw the saddest thing: Gladys Knight onstage with dementia, her back up singers having to help her, singing her parts and, basically, holding her up. Apparently, she’s being held to a contract she’s in no shape to fullfill. She and I share the same birthday and year, May 28, 1944. God bless her. I’m not going to show her current pictures out of respect to this great lady”

Twice in the last couple of weeks, Knight’s husband, William McDowell, has posted to the 82 year old’s Instagram account that the Grammy winning singer of “Midnight Train to Georgia” would be winding down her career.

But the shows go on, and McDowell, as well as road manager Steve Walker, have not cancelled the rest of her schedule. It looks like Gladys still has seven more shows on her calendar.

Look, I know these people. I know William McDowell. I’m surprised that this has gone on especially since Gladys’s children, from whom I’ve been told she is estranged, are frightened. Her son, Shanha Hankerson, has gone public asking for help from the courts and adult protective services. He has said his fear is that his mother will die on stage.

I saw Gladys perform last December. Vera’s observations are spot on. This monumental singer is very thin and fragile. She’s guided on stage by three backup singers, who do most of the vocalizing. Gladys looks like she’s in a daze. She’s working from muscle memory, singing the choruses to songs she knows so well, but not beyond the first verse, and reading off a Teleprompter.

One defense for this is that Gladys looks happy on stage, and her voice remains unchallenged. She is dressed impeccably. She smiles and waves to the audience. But this is from the dementia, no doubt. She’s in her comfortable place, mentally. Yet we have no idea of the effort being exerted backstage.

It’s time for Gladys to go home, and get the right medical attention immediately. This is not the way a great star should be treated. Certainly, she is comfortable financially, with an AFTRA pension from her seven decades of television performances, not to mention all the money she’s earned recently on this tour and with Patti Labelle and Chaka Khan.

Gladys and William are residents officially of North Carolina. Her family, including her beloved brother Merald “Bubba” Knight, are in Las Vegas and I’m told haven’t seen or spoken to her in some time. I’d been holding back reporting posts on social media from concerned audiences, but Billy Vera is the last straw.