...and Music Is My Life
it is. it really is. so... Teena Marie. stop it. stopitrightnow! you were wrong in the 80s, you were unwelcome in the 90s and you are absolutely completely goddamned ridiculous now. i say STOP IT. Ooh Wee, indeed. i got your Ooh Wee, you silly bitch. yeah, i said it.
Keyshia Cole! GO.AWAY. ugh. is there even any point to hating these people? aren't we just breeding a whole new crop with this nonsense that is American Idol? i'm fighting a losing battle, i should just accept this. i knew when they inexplicably declared Mary Frick Fracking J Blige as the QUEEN of fucking HIP HOP-- as if hip hop is something that even warrants a queen-- it was over. it's over, Lana. accept it. get off your lousy high horse. after all, nobody's ever declared you the queen of anything, so who the fuck are you to complain.
i'll tell you who i am, goddamn it. i'm a woman who has admittedly committed many many mannnnny sins. on purpose and repeatedly. but i guarantee you, i've never done anything in my life that merits a punishment like Keyshia Fucking Cole warbling her way through Love. witness:
oh, looooooooooooooooooooooove...
never knew what i was missin'
but i knew once we start kissin'
i fa-ow-a-ow-a-ow-a-ow-a-ow-ned looooooooooooooooove!
i'm sorry, what? WHAT? is that even English? who wrote that shit? and who told the fool who wrote it that it should be recorded? can you imagine? somebody sat in a studio, put that child in front of a microphone with THAT voice and THOSE lyrics and recorded THAT song. on purpose. with the intent of selling it. and then, AND THEN! they put that girl in front of a camera and made a video. of THAT song. on purpose! and it's been playing for months! months, people!
"whooo! that ghurl can sang, cain't she?"
"she got soul!"
"sing it, ghurrrrrrrl!"
but let's take a look on the other side of the rainbow, shall we? let's take a look at what the white people are doing. are they really trying to convince me that Kelly Clarkson is some kind of phenomenon? really? truly?
just thought you were the one
broken up... deep inside
but you won't get to see the tears i cry
behind these hazel eyes
oh boo fucking hoo. have some pride, girl. Hillary Duff. Ashlee Simpson. Nick Lachey. Pink. oh, how i'm loving Pink. she's so clever and cutting edge and on point. gee, she's so original, that Pink. boy, nobody's ever said the things she has. fine, whatever. do your little diatribes, i'm all for chick power and whatnot. but did you have to be a singer? couldn't you have just done spoken word or something, saved us from all the heartfelt screeching? get a blog. do your bitching in a controlled forum. like me.
i mean, i'm just saying. what's so appealing about singing badly anyway? and why do we pay people to do it? and who do i have to kill to make us stop?!
Keyshia Cole! GO.AWAY. ugh. is there even any point to hating these people? aren't we just breeding a whole new crop with this nonsense that is American Idol? i'm fighting a losing battle, i should just accept this. i knew when they inexplicably declared Mary Frick Fracking J Blige as the QUEEN of fucking HIP HOP-- as if hip hop is something that even warrants a queen-- it was over. it's over, Lana. accept it. get off your lousy high horse. after all, nobody's ever declared you the queen of anything, so who the fuck are you to complain.
i'll tell you who i am, goddamn it. i'm a woman who has admittedly committed many many mannnnny sins. on purpose and repeatedly. but i guarantee you, i've never done anything in my life that merits a punishment like Keyshia Fucking Cole warbling her way through Love. witness:
oh, looooooooooooooooooooooove...
never knew what i was missin'
but i knew once we start kissin'
i fa-ow-a-ow-a-ow-a-ow-a-ow-ned looooooooooooooooove!
i'm sorry, what? WHAT? is that even English? who wrote that shit? and who told the fool who wrote it that it should be recorded? can you imagine? somebody sat in a studio, put that child in front of a microphone with THAT voice and THOSE lyrics and recorded THAT song. on purpose. with the intent of selling it. and then, AND THEN! they put that girl in front of a camera and made a video. of THAT song. on purpose! and it's been playing for months! months, people!
"whooo! that ghurl can sang, cain't she?"
"she got soul!"
"sing it, ghurrrrrrrl!"
but let's take a look on the other side of the rainbow, shall we? let's take a look at what the white people are doing. are they really trying to convince me that Kelly Clarkson is some kind of phenomenon? really? truly?
just thought you were the one
broken up... deep inside
but you won't get to see the tears i cry
behind these hazel eyes
oh boo fucking hoo. have some pride, girl. Hillary Duff. Ashlee Simpson. Nick Lachey. Pink. oh, how i'm loving Pink. she's so clever and cutting edge and on point. gee, she's so original, that Pink. boy, nobody's ever said the things she has. fine, whatever. do your little diatribes, i'm all for chick power and whatnot. but did you have to be a singer? couldn't you have just done spoken word or something, saved us from all the heartfelt screeching? get a blog. do your bitching in a controlled forum. like me.
i mean, i'm just saying. what's so appealing about singing badly anyway? and why do we pay people to do it? and who do i have to kill to make us stop?!