Prince and the New Putrid Generation
Ah, Wednesday morning. Why did the freak show that is American Idol leave a bad taste in my mouth by trading on the name and home city of Prince? Dunno. It seemed almost sacrilegious, though. And yes, they had many, many contestants that truly brought the bad.
Have much to do today. Much to do. Several people to follow up with regarding ome freelance opportunities while I am waiting for the next glass slipper.
Thanks to everyone who is (are?) being so helpful and supportive. Curious dreams last night. Curious dreams.
2 comments:
Oh, yes, babe. Many of the contestants made my ears hurt. I think either we have a truly sick group of people running around believing they can actually sing (perhaps because America has practiced a self-esteem philosophy in which you never tell anyone the truth when judging talent lest you wound them), or we have a ton of people thinking they'll make fools of themselves and get a William Hung deal. ~~N.
Was this truly the goddess, emerging from her hiding place? Or someone else, one of the few, who know the cues that might lead to believe it is? Interesting, a new mystery emerges.
And it took bad American Idol contestants to bring her to speak. Hmm. I'm in the wrong line of personal expression.
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