I am feeling like a really uninspired blogger lately. I imagine this malaise strikes many a blogger who, upon having blogged for a year or so, realize that they have nothing of consequence to say.
So as long as we are in agreement that I am an utterly pointless voice in the universe, let's get down to business and decide who should be the next American Idol. I was rooting for rocker Chris for a while, but...eh, I guess the danger of having figured out one's signature sound is that you can start sounding really monotonous after a while.
I like Catherine's voice, but I think she's kind of Generic Pretty Singer. I am not dazzled by her hair extensions. Does the world need another Celine Dionne? NO! And let's don't even talk about the little Yamin guy. I mean, he's got a nice voice at times, but here again we must ask, does the world need another soulful but unoriginal R&B singer? Eh. The R&B world is pretty bereft of real talent, but it's proven of late to much more strongly value the pretty package rather than the voice.
And that leaves us with Taylor. Goofy, weird, earnest Taylor. I guess he gets my vote just because he's so joyful in his goofiness, so unafraid to look like a dork when he gets lost in a song, so, well...real.
And on an unrelated note, I just got the newest Victoria's Secret catalog, and dear God, please tell me the gaucho is not back. Please. On my ever-growing list of things the world does not need, gaucho pants are at the top of it. So if you see them in stores, or in your newest VS catalog, step away. Do not get lulled into thinking that their width at the bottom will balance the width of your hips and somehow make you look slim. They will not. They will simply make you look like a woman in some bad hybrid skirt-pants.
(And I realize as I post this that some of you East Coasters probably already know who got voted off AI this week. But this is a West Coast blog, people. I don't know yet, and I couldn't pass up an opportunity to make fun of that Yamin guy.)
