Celebrating Seven Years in Blogistan!
February 2002 - February 2009!
:: Tuesday, April 03, 2007 ::
Let there be gnashing of teeth and rending of garments.
On American Idol, Sanjaya Malakar just rendered mortal a song that had originally been renderred immortal by Fred Astaire. Not only did he make Astaire roll over in his grave, but he made Ginger Rogers wail in horror in hers.
Gods, this guy is B-A-D bad. If Sanjaya was a vampire, he'd be Count Suckula.
The total exposure I've had American Idol was the intermanable time I spent in a hospital waiting room waiting for my best friend in the world to be seen (she ended up being admitted because her potassium level was too low and she had a kidney infection).
They all sucked from my point of view. And I've performed music in front of audiences. My thought was, they did all those auditions to find BAD singers?
Sanjaya's notoriety made it onto NBC Nightly News last night, along with the three theories on why he remains: 1) the Indian call centers are doing it; 2) Howard Stern and his fans, trying to discredit AI, are doing it; 3) those teenage girls who think he's so CUTE are doing it. Pick one or more.
Odd bit of kismet - the post above, with the Shawshank call-out, made me think of The Green mile, the other "Frank Darabont does a Stephen King depression-era prison story" movie, which I just rewatched yesterday. And then I read this post, which cites the same Fred Astaire song that spurs the flashback that serves as the film's primary narrative. Freaky.
The total exposure I've had American Idol was the intermanable time I spent in a hospital waiting room waiting for my best friend in the world to be seen (she ended up being admitted because her potassium level was too low and she had a kidney infection).
They all sucked from my point of view. And I've performed music in front of audiences. My thought was, they did all those auditions to find BAD singers?
Sanjaya's notoriety made it onto NBC Nightly News last night, along with the three theories on why he remains: 1) the Indian call centers are doing it; 2) Howard Stern and his fans, trying to discredit AI, are doing it; 3) those teenage girls who think he's so CUTE are doing it. Pick one or more.
Odd bit of kismet - the post above, with the Shawshank call-out, made me think of The Green mile, the other "Frank Darabont does a Stephen King depression-era prison story" movie, which I just rewatched yesterday. And then I read this post, which cites the same Fred Astaire song that spurs the flashback that serves as the film's primary narrative. Freaky.
"Make your country...into a land that understands more than only war and
righteous piety. Allow space in your lives for more than battle chants to
inspire soldiers. Teach your people to...understand a garden, the reason for a
fountain, music."
-The Lions of Al-Rassan, Guy Gavriel Kay
We speak for Earth. Our obligation to survive is owed not just
to ourselves but also to that Cosmos, ancient and vast, from which we
spring.
-Cosmos, Carl Sagan.
"...[T]he people who really count are those who discover new ways of making our lives beautiful."
-Delius as I Knew Him, Eric Fenby
"Writing is magic, as much the water of life as any creative art. The water is free. So drink.
Drink and be filled up."
-On Writing, Stephen King
"We will never be an advanced civilization as long as rain showers can delay the launching
of a space rocket."
Dragonet2, at 5/4/07 12:48 AM
