It's all part of my rock 'n' roll fantasy
From a very young age, I've labored under the delusion that I could sing. My mom says I would always sing the loudest in church, and there's many a home video from my childhood that comes complete with the sounds of me yowling in the background. If you're around me on a regular basis, you know: I sing CONSTANTLY. I'm always humming something or crooning along with the radio at top volume. One of my dreams has always been to front a rock band.
Enter American Idol.
Watching the auditions and the people who really, really think they have the chops to be a professional singer is highly educational. You think to yourself: Are they kidding? Then I consider the short-circuit that seems to exist between people's mouths and brains. You can't hear how bad you are. Go to any karaoke bar for proof.
There's a great In Living Color sketch where Jim Carrey is caterwauling Aretha Franklin's Respect in his car. The announcer comes on and shows Aretha singing, then shows Jim. YOU CAN'T SING flashes on the screen. It's hysterical.
Even though I don't have Mariah pipes, it's still my rock 'n' roll dream.
Enter American Idol.
Watching the auditions and the people who really, really think they have the chops to be a professional singer is highly educational. You think to yourself: Are they kidding? Then I consider the short-circuit that seems to exist between people's mouths and brains. You can't hear how bad you are. Go to any karaoke bar for proof.
There's a great In Living Color sketch where Jim Carrey is caterwauling Aretha Franklin's Respect in his car. The announcer comes on and shows Aretha singing, then shows Jim. YOU CAN'T SING flashes on the screen. It's hysterical.
Even though I don't have Mariah pipes, it's still my rock 'n' roll dream.
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