Some days, I am 98.7% sure I could be the next American Idol. Those are the days that I am sitting in the garage with the car running - not because I'm through with this life and want to die a Carbon Monoxide-ish death, but because I am finishing up belting out an awesome tune along with the real singer. Those days when, if I close my eyes, I can pretend the real singer and I are singing a duet in perfect harmony and looking at each other like, yeah, we got this.
But then I think to myself, Self? You are probably just as bad a singer as those really bad singers who think they can sing great. They come in, do their Cod-awful rendition of Total Eclipse of the heart, then look utterly shocked and dismayed when the judges mock throw up and/or blink a lot and act like they want to snap their fingers in a z formation.
The question is, do they really really think they are good? Those horrible screechy singers. Really? And really, is there no one in their lives that will help a brother out and just say, Dude, you suck? Before the poor jackass gets up on national television and embarrasses himself?
I realize I that just outed myself as a closet Idol fan. Go Scotty!
Mom. Why don't you ever sing like that in front of ME? You always whisper/sing and laugh a lot when you try to sing with me..I wanna hear the real deal, mother! hmph.
ReplyDeleteI think they are delusional, mostly.
ReplyDeleteYou are so freakin' hilarious!
ReplyDeleteNot telling someone their singing could use a little training can be just as bad as telling them they are terrible at singing and should never sing again.
ReplyDeleteThere has to be a middle way.