Oh, Bret Michaels, you Silly Goose
I want to not hate Bret Michaels. I then see a photo of his tour bus with a huge shirtless picture of him on the side of it. Then I remember his skat-singing on the live album and his sudden southern accent for his live audiences during that period. Then I think of the picture of him in the hospital with his bandanna/extensions on. Then I remember that my Middle Name is Michael. Then I am shamed
You Wanna Be Famous
While home, I kept hearing this tune on the kid channel where they sing, “I want to be famous…”. The lyrics are not ironic. It’s a record exec realizing this is the only rational measure of success for the 2010 young mind. So the pricks run with it. This will stick with kids. Their dangerously disappointing future is being pumped into the house by the channel designed for...