okay, it seems that i have to say something about american idol. why? because they did not one, but two nights of beatles songs. butchered most of them, too. how can kristy lee, who looks like the honest truth of every blonde joke, have selected "You've Got to Hide Your Love Away" based on the title? then she paid no attention whatsoever to the words and chirped along like it was happy time at the debutante's ball.
my ideal american idol show? all rockers. people who know what they are singing and don't sound like cruise ship entertainers doing it . . . although you know, one of Sting's early gigs was on a cruise ship! how completely weird is that?
then there is the fave game we play: what if -insert famous name here- sang on american idol? Bob Dylan? Simon's head would explode, while Paula would tell him he was unique. Thom Yorke? Randy would say, "pitchy, dawg." Paul McCartney would make it through but John Lennon would be dismissed in seconds. what a dumb game, really, but this points to the pervasiveness of american idol that i have such conversations with quite intelligent people. people otherwise not susceptible to pop culture.
me, i aspire to be salman rushdie who is infinitely smart AND completely dialed into pop culture.
on itunes right now: everybody's got something to hide except me and my monkey.
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Simon Cowell is our droll comeback to America for luring us into the Iraq debacle. And his waistbands are too high.
so . . . when bush leaves office, you guys take simon cowell home??
actually, AI tapes at CBS where my husband works. the most exciting thing my husband saw was the million dollar bugatti simon drives.
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