"I see a little silhouetto of a man
Can you do the fandango?...."
Join in with your highest falsetto.
Watched the final auditions of American Idol the other night. This was the part where they all get sent to LA for week-long auditions. Someone has finally realised that since they are in the contest as soloists, there's no point in keeping them up all night, rehearsing with people they would usually spit on, so we were spared those histrionics. They were allowed instruments for some reason, which resulted in some of Simon's most vitriolic comments yet.
The judges were pretty merciless, but they had a lot of people to get through, and Paula has toughened up a bit, waiting until the other two have said "no" and then meekly adding, "Sorry" when the contestants are really diabolical.
Anyway, the "scaramoosh" reference above was brought on by the extraordinary number of contestants who attempted renditions of "Bohemian Rhapsody"; most of them don't even have parents who would remember it. You just know they couldn't possibly have been able to sing the whole 47 minutes of it. As I stood, left hand held aloft, poised for "Mama, ..........just killed a man", my 15 and 12 year olds asked (for the fifth consecutive year), "You know this?".
Five minutes later, I am not lying, came a commericial for an insurance company or some such friendly insititution, with the background song of "You're my best Friend" - again, by Queen and off the same album. (A Night at the Opera) At this point my 12 year old said, "Mom (he's American), we should really get a Queen CD". Cough, splutter, splutter.
Several years ago I decided to renew my LP collection in the form of CD's. Actually, it wasn't so much my decision as that of the shops who'd stopped selling them and a husband who got rid of the turntable. Among the aquisitions were Fleetwood Mac's "Rumours" - come on guys, who didn't fancy the pants off Stevie Nicks, and ladies, who among us wasn't to be seen with a hairbrush at the bathroom mirror warbling in imitation? Other purchases included Led Zep's "In through the Out door", Blondie's "Parallel Lines" and, of course, Queen's "A Night at the Opera". I distinctly remember playing it in the car when the older two were about 8 and 6. OK, I didn't expect them to "get it", but I also didn't expect such boredom and derision. Hadn't they both at this time, mastered "Twinkle" in the Suzuki violin book? After the American Idol show of course, they're all looking a wee-bit shamed faced. Eating humble pie. Begging forgiveness. Well, hinting at begging.
Who would've guessed it? Clueless old "mom" actually has a clue - or she would if she would only stop buying CDs and cop on to the Ipod thing where you can download any song you want - or something like that.
I also have a pair of lace, fingerless gloves left over from the glory days of the 80's - just waiting for a revival.