Sondra Prill = oh dear GOD.
Long before American Idol gave talentless hacks a place to delude themselves, there was public access. The following is ganked completely wholesale from omgblog.com (THE blog for fags and their hags). The Tuesday Nighters may have seen this before, but I haven't and it just...leaves me speechless.
Star of her own Tampa, FL public access show in the late 80s/early 90s, Sondra Prill is a force of nature who sang songs from the Top 40 and reinterpreted them in her own music videos.
Above is her version of Janet Jackson's "Nasty Boys". You MUST check out the faces of the background "dancers"--I haven't seen looks this vacant since the last time I drove past a herd of cows. The two after the jump have their own special charm as well.
Sondra is such a coquette that every man in the restaurant wants to go home with her in this video for "Addicted to Love." (Apparently all of them are too tone-deaf to hear her startling disregard for traditional conceptions of pitch):
Make sure to watch the fancy camera work in Sondra's "Pump Up the Jam":
Speechless. Seriously. No speech.
Star of her own Tampa, FL public access show in the late 80s/early 90s, Sondra Prill is a force of nature who sang songs from the Top 40 and reinterpreted them in her own music videos.
Above is her version of Janet Jackson's "Nasty Boys". You MUST check out the faces of the background "dancers"--I haven't seen looks this vacant since the last time I drove past a herd of cows. The two after the jump have their own special charm as well.
Sondra is such a coquette that every man in the restaurant wants to go home with her in this video for "Addicted to Love." (Apparently all of them are too tone-deaf to hear her startling disregard for traditional conceptions of pitch):
Make sure to watch the fancy camera work in Sondra's "Pump Up the Jam":
Speechless. Seriously. No speech.