The Phil Spector murder trial — or at least the build-up to it — does not seem to be exciting the media world to excess. Spector at one time made some of the most timeless and perfect pop-records you could ever dream of hearing, but as celebrities go I guess he’s not O.J. Simpson; he’s apparently not even Robert Blake.

The New York Post’s inestimable gossip columnist, Cindy Adams, however, seems to have both an interest in and an inside track on the proceedings, and is dishing.

Tiny, frail Spector, visibly shaking and not solely due to the charge against him, has lost so much weight and is in such a state that his clothes fall off him. New suits will not be ordered for the trial.

The defense will muddy up Lana Clarkson, the blond B-movie actress he spent a boozy final night with in his home in the wee hours, the victim he’s accused of icing. They excavated records indicating she had long been a patient of one referred to as the Feelgood Doctor. This doc is, as we speak, on suspension. The man’s license was revoked for problems not associated with this trial. He himself is being prosecuted by the State of California.

Since Clarkson got dead via a gunshot in her mouth, also to be played up is that she once made a movie called “Vice Girls.” Her role? A cop who placed the 2-inch barrel of a revolver in a man’s mouth. Also, they will argue Spector’s 5-foot-3, 130 pounds. She was 6 feet, 160 pounds. With his blood-alcohol level higher than hers, how could he overpower her and keep this gun barrel steady?

The cops, who tackled him when they arrived, shot 50,000 taser volts into his chest and fractured the wood on his staircase. I do not, however, see him suing for damages.

This figures on being a weird trial.

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