So each year I tune in to see what kinds of train-wrecks make it through to American Idol, and it seems that each year there are more and more Mo's getting through. Don't believe me? Check this shit:
Season 1:
- Jim Verraros (Adorable, and went on to perform in Eating Out 1 & 2 as well as release a sexually-charged CD)
- RJ Helton (took him long enough to come out)
Season 2:
- Clay Aiken (Oh, Who didn't see that one coming?)
Season 4:
- Mario Vazquez (mysteriously disappeared)
Season 5:
Season 6:
- Sanjaya Malakar (either gay, or just really unfortunate)
Season 7:
- David Hernandez (Male Stripper...couldn't sing that great)
- Danny Noriega (Duuuuuhhhh)
- David Archuleta (Twink in Training)
Season 8:
- Adam Lambert (have you seen the videos?)
- Nathaniel Marshall (gayer than christmas)
- Nick Mitchell (just a hunch ;-) )
- Von Smith (straight men don't caterwaul like that)
Now, I might have missed someone, sorry, but this is just my own opinion in cases where the 'Mo-ness is not confirmed. Just sayin'.
Labels: music
First of all, I have to admit, I listen to my iPod at an ear-shattering volume; I like my music LOUD.
Secondly, I like my music like I like my friends: Diverse. Hell, my music is my friend. There're my best friends, Tori, Cyndi, the Dixie Chicks, and the Beatles. Then there are the friends I call for when I'm in a certain mood, whether it be to Party, Sulk, Scream, Dance, Cry, or Wallow in Nostalgia.
So it's not uncommon for me to get giggles and looks from people on the bus as they hear the wide array of tunes screaming out from behind my earbuds. Today, I get on the elevator with a coworker, who I am not close to. Now, all of my coworkers know I'm gay, so it's not unreasonable to think they are going to have some preconceived notions as to what the gay boy listens to..you know, some Abba, Madonna, Culture Club, Cher or the like(I'm not saying those buddies aren't on my iPod, because they are).
I used to get a little miffed, however, when people don't think I listen to other stuff. Now I just revel in their confusion. So this girl, let's call her Dumb Blonde, looks at me quite peculiarly as she sees my head gently bobbing to "Free Bird," which I know was loud enough for people 3 floors away to hear. Ok, I'm a southern boy, and Skynard, like sweet tea and fried chicken, is a guilty pleasure for me.
I caught dumb blonde staring with a strange grin out of the corner of my eye and so I turned it up, smiled, and said "have a good day" as I stepped off of the elevator at my floor. I just know she's gonna tell the boys upstairs about that crazy guy downstairs.
Labels: daily life, music, thoughts
Guess what's back? Back again? Idol's back. Tell a friend...
The way I figure, you can either a) throw caution to the wind and enjoy it, b) get on board and accept it, or c) lock yourself away in a panic room until it passes.
Yep, you can't get away from it without taking extreme measures. It's inevitable. It will be on the tv and radio, in newspapers and magazines, overheard at the watercooler or bus stop, or taking up a good amount of the blogs you read. Someone is going to be talking about it at least once a day in your life.
I've learned to embrace it. I enjoy the Idol. I love the Idol.
So let the horrible auditions begin. I want to root for the underdog. Show me some cross-eyed, knock-kneed, teenage, trailer-trash baby-momma from Tuscaloosa with some resemblance of a singing voice and she's got my vote.
j/k, I like the diva girls..think ATTITUDE!
Labels: music
...or Some Enchanted Evening
Angel Santa, Body and Soul
Don't tell me a woman did this to you
Tori Lucifer
I know honey you´re a pro
Are you Gay? Are you Blue?
Yeah, it was a fan-fuckin'-tastic show.
Labels: music
1 Comments:
Haha, gayer than Christmas. I enjoy the Mo's every year. Otherwise it's just a bunch of boring ass people singing terrible songs.
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