Simon was interviewed on a lunchtime show here today, and they showed a couple of clips from
American Idol 2. I do love that man. They showed the girl who thought she was Mariah Carey, and I have to say, I was in tears laughing. Although y'know, my ears were bleeding. Ahem.
One of my girlfriends thought she was a great singer and never shut up. Irritated the heck outta me, that did. Especially as her understanding of "key" was more to do with the thing you open the door with than something that's connected to music. Gah.
Then another of my girlfriends didn't realise she was singing horribly out of tune and insisted on joining in when me and my gayboys had a "Songs from the Shows" evening. Generally her contributions took the form of a barely discernably worded monotone. Rather like one of those boxes that used to moo when you turned it upside down...
And then
another girlfriend admitted that she had a really bad singing voice...but even her own amazing self awareness didn't prevent her from growling out some truly hackle-raising renditions of songs.
Gah.
I get pissy about bad singing. I mean, if you're tone deaf then aren't there other things you're good at that you can do instead of subjecting me to eternal misery?

Luckily for me, I come from a family of good singers. I'm told that my great grandmother was an opera singer in her day. Yeah, well, that explains which side of the family I get my um...
lungs from, I guess.
But, talking about things that we're bad at; I'm a horrid artist. I can't draw to save my life. Even my stick men and women turn on me and look less like sticks and more like squiggles. I don't have that natural flair that some people seem to have when it comes to creating works of art. I can appreciate what good art is; I just don't have the first idea about how to do it myself. Bah.
And hey, just reading this post back to myself before pressing "add reply", I've realised that I'm also horribly truthful. Heh. Popular. Not.
As for Willow and Tara; I rather think they might have the little scenario that I had with my ex girlfriends. We know Tara can sing but honestly, I don't think singing was ever high on Willow's "to do" list. Heh. I bet on the occasions she feels the urge to belt out her favourite Britney number, she finds Tara's hand creeping over her mouth and those blue eyes turned on her, soulful and serious. And Tara will give a tiny little sigh and just shake her head, really slowly. "Honey, don't sing," she'll plead.
And then she'll find another, more fun way to shut Willow up. Hee.
