After taking a couple of years off, I forgot that sheer outrage and anger are part of the American Idol viewing experience. Let’s start with Beane whose choice and performance of Marvin Gaye’s protest classic What’s Going On was a travesty that rendered me speechless in seething anger. Less speechless was My Daughter Diandra (MDD)... Continue Reading →
Ten Things I Like and Didn’t Like About Idol’s Genre Challenge
I Like – no I LOVED - Willie Spence. He’s at another level. Like professional athlete versus high school athlete level. Like get him in a recording studio stat level. It's early yet and he won’t win and it doesn’t matter[1]. He just needs to keep getting exposure. My Daughter Diandra (MDD) is already foreseeing... Continue Reading →