honey, disconnect the phone
I had never watched American Idol before this season, but Sony is showing it 3 nights a fucking week, it's pretty much impossible to avoid it.
What I do is I watch the beginning, so I can point and laugh at the hairs and outfits. Then, when someone goes up on stage to sing, I change channels [usually to the news or to whatever football game is on].
I give it a couple of minutes then I go back and watch the judges, because Randy Jackson's related to the coolest man on Earth, and Simon Cowell is a great actor [I ignore Paula because her eyes freak me out].
Then, someone else starts to sing and I change channels once again, and only come back when the music is done. 'Cause seriously. The chicks all sound either like Celine Dion post-Titanic or Whitney Houston before the crack pipe. And the dudes all sound like Michael Bolton [ewww], except for the bald dude who sounds like Joe Cocker on steroids.
In short: I watch everything but the singing. *g*
...
Speaking of music. I was looking at my Winamp stats and came to realize that I'm listening to a whole lot of alt.country lately. And I mean A LOT. From Wilco's earlier records to Jenny Lewis' newest one, and everything in between. To the point where I was picking songs to make a "current" mix for my father and became worried that he'll mock me because of all the banjos.
But I guess it makes the kind of sense that doesn't: the indie bands have become the new pop [Franz Ferdinand, The Killers, add all generic copies of both here] and I wish they'd GO AWAY so I can at least miss them. And I can't stand any of the emo dudes [with the exception of Bright Eyes, but I giggle incessantly with every single one of his lyrics, and I don't think that was his intention, like, AT ALL], so all I'm left with is the alt.country that.won't.stop.
[Okay, not really. There's the Decemberists too. And britpop and twee girly music and a couple of dead guys named Jeff and Elliott. But you get my meaning.]
But hey, it's not like it's bad. It's just very very weird. And could be worse. At least I'm not listening to angry chicks anymore.
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In other news, playing Grant-Lee Buffalo's Sing Along on my guitar is one of my favorite things in the whole world. :)
ETA: I heart Susanna Clarke *so much*.
What I do is I watch the beginning, so I can point and laugh at the hairs and outfits. Then, when someone goes up on stage to sing, I change channels [usually to the news or to whatever football game is on].
I give it a couple of minutes then I go back and watch the judges, because Randy Jackson's related to the coolest man on Earth, and Simon Cowell is a great actor [I ignore Paula because her eyes freak me out].
Then, someone else starts to sing and I change channels once again, and only come back when the music is done. 'Cause seriously. The chicks all sound either like Celine Dion post-Titanic or Whitney Houston before the crack pipe. And the dudes all sound like Michael Bolton [ewww], except for the bald dude who sounds like Joe Cocker on steroids.
In short: I watch everything but the singing. *g*
...
Speaking of music. I was looking at my Winamp stats and came to realize that I'm listening to a whole lot of alt.country lately. And I mean A LOT. From Wilco's earlier records to Jenny Lewis' newest one, and everything in between. To the point where I was picking songs to make a "current" mix for my father and became worried that he'll mock me because of all the banjos.
But I guess it makes the kind of sense that doesn't: the indie bands have become the new pop [Franz Ferdinand, The Killers, add all generic copies of both here] and I wish they'd GO AWAY so I can at least miss them. And I can't stand any of the emo dudes [with the exception of Bright Eyes, but I giggle incessantly with every single one of his lyrics, and I don't think that was his intention, like, AT ALL], so all I'm left with is the alt.country that.won't.stop.
[Okay, not really. There's the Decemberists too. And britpop and twee girly music and a couple of dead guys named Jeff and Elliott. But you get my meaning.]
But hey, it's not like it's bad. It's just very very weird. And could be worse. At least I'm not listening to angry chicks anymore.
...
In other news, playing Grant-Lee Buffalo's Sing Along on my guitar is one of my favorite things in the whole world. :)
ETA: I heart Susanna Clarke *so much*.