Whatever happens tonight...

Whichever David wins, the most important thing is noting that:

Ryan Seacrest has on way too much eye liner.

Is he trying to be Bowie circa 72?Seriously. WTF.

A Day in the Life, pt 5 - Shifting Tastes

A Day in the Life, pt 5 - Shifting Tastes (I Guess I Like the Police)

Very strange thing happened today: after years of declaring my disinterest in Sting and the Police, with the exception of--see that's just the thing. The list of "with the exception of" list became so long that I realized I do, in fact, like the Police.

It all started with talking to a friend from back in the day about the same thing we always seem to talk about: politics. (One of us is for Barack, the other Hillary; that makes me think of one particular Police song. Then I watched that cutie little Jason Castro sing Sting's "Fragile", while I was decramping from designing Va nessa' necklace (see prev. post).



Then one of the other one's I like, Brook White, did the (still creepy but likable anyway) "Every Breath".



And so it was that I epiphanisized that I do, in fact, like a lot of Police songs. So, I bought the greatest hits.

Cover of Cover Controversy

Cover of Cover Controversy

So, that David Cook "Billie Jean" arrangement that you loved so much from Idol the other night? Guess what? It was a cover of Chris Cornell's arrangement of "Billie Jean", which explains why it sounded so good! And even though he has fallen off my list of phantom husbands -- what with the even-more-emaciated-due-to-heavy-drug-use look combined with the not-aging-well-rock-star look (interdependent) -- I still love his voice. It still makes my breath quick.

http://hollywoodinsider.ew.com/2008/03/chris-cornell-s.html

"Original" Cover


Cover of Cover

New Favorite Jason Castro

=sigh=

American Idol is back, and I'm in love. Is anyone surprised that I am in love with the hippie? Anyone? No? I didn't think so.

I'm in love with Jason Castro and am texting 5707 as many times as I can now.

Visit Jason's American Idol page here and check out his dreadlockiliciousness.

my mother is a bad influence on me

I Want Candy: a series of random blogs on pop culture

Oh poo poo poo--ba-aad news.

Okay, this isn't easy for me to admit. I feel a little ashamed. As a matter of fact, I'm going to change my font to smallest once I finally get prepared to write this but

I like American Idol.

I spent years in Maine, sans cable, immune to its cloying grip. But my mom watches it every week and even though she's not home tonight, I've put it on to watch it. I'm going Freudian and blaming Mummy.

Oh, god, how did this happen? I used to be too cool. I used to be too independent. I used to be immune to pop culture. (Though, admittedly, I never abandoned General Hospital.) I mean, I watch Charlie Rose. I listen to NPR. I'm supposed to be too hippish-ly snobby for this.

It's worse. I even have a favorite. Yeah, listen to this thought I had:

Though Melinda is a good singer, I'm sick of the humble thing. Also, she isn't as fun to watch compete. She's got it too much "in the bag" to have it in the bag. Plus, as Danielle pointed out, she's not someone the kiddles can dig. She appeals to the older Idol watchers. The ones who listen to soft rock stations like Magic 106.7, or John Tesh's national program.

My fav? Certainly it wasn't that freakin' kid with the hair. Yes, I know his name but I refuse to have it come up in a search of my blog.

The one I think who has the potential to be the compelling, all-ages appealing idol is Little Miss Sunshine herself, Jordin Sparks. She's, like, 5 years old and has the voice of a sirr-eee-ussss Diva. Plus she's young enough to appeal to the teeny boppers, like that hair kid did, but has the talent that people who actually care about being entertained by an entertainer with a nice voice can enjoy.

Oh, no. What is wrong with me??!! How can I follow up the last post about all my fav alt rockers coming out with LPs next month with a blog about freakin' American Idle. How?

Whatev. I liked the Spice Girls, too. And I grew up being in love with Michael Jackson. It was only a matter of time.

Oo, g/g. Jordin's up.