I didn’t really care who won American Idol, and to be honest I was more excited about Cyndi Lauper.  Okay, and Lionel Richie. I was very bitter after Jorge, the Puerto Rican with a heart of gold, was voted off like week 2 and totally effed my chances of winning our agency’s Idol pool.

There seems to be a good deal of people on the Adam Lambert Love Boat, and I’m kind of with the people on the shore who are waving gleefully as it sets sail on the sea of Hair Metal and Octaves That I Can’t Reach. Is Lambert talented? Very.  Would I love to see him doing “Rent” or something? Totes magotes. But really, it’s all a little over the top for me. Just because you CAN doesn’t mean you always SHOULD. Certain songs command respect.  We get it, you can wail. What else ya got.

I recognized the Elvis Presley references at first, but then I watched the ‘68 Comeback special and remembered how awesome Elvis is and HOW DARE YOU COMPARE ANYONE TO HIM.

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I mean, look at him. I would lick the sweat off his face.

Also, this is a good entry to bring up one of my favorite videos of all time, “La Plus Horrible Jour de Ma Vie.” Which is weird, because it’s in English, but nevertheless relevant in this space.

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