Love songs make me sick
Every time someone listens to a song that brings back memories of a lost love (or one that is just within reach, or already beside you), the body produces actions reacting to the music and lyrics, production and arrangement, and the accompanying voice of the singer.
After your brain registers the song as familiar, the initial pang in your heart leads down to your core. Your muscles tighten and contract. There is a push and pull. Your stomach leaps inside of you. Up and down, back and forth. Pain becomes irrelevant. You lean forward and hold on, as if you can’t take it anymore.
Kinda feels like cramps.
On this week’s American Idol, popera star, Andrea Bocelli, and überproducer (as well as executive producer of my debut album, plus BFF), David Foster, were the featured guests, with the theme being love songs.
The singers sang their hearts out, but only a few of them made us feel sick...
McPhee – I have nothing. You may have nothing after you’re in the bottom three this week. No one has ever sung this song well on AI (only Jenny the Hud came close). Your smugness got the best of you, and your performance was all over the place. Why didn’t you sing Paris’ song?.
Yamin – A song for you. It gave me chills, without being the sobbing mess that Paula Abdul made herself to be (get the woman a roll of Bounty). Great performance. Ooh.
Pickler – Unchained melody. Made my hair stand on end, in the bad way. You wanted to recreate the pottery scene in Ghost? You better stay out of throwing distance, 'cause there will be some mud flying your way. And, what really ticks me off is she will be in the competition for another few weeks, right up until the end.
Bennett – The way we were. It’s supposed to be a song about longing, not a song about needing. You may be the strongest female singer in the competition, but this song was oversung. You should’ve sung Katherine’s song.
Hicks – Just once. Strange how you sound like James Ingram… and Joe Cocker and Rob Seger, and… But, James Ingram can actually sing the song in tune and not have it meander all over the map. Love the velvet jacket with the satin trim. Does it come in a 36 long?
Daughtry – Have you ever really loved a woman? It was surprisingly sexy (for a Bryan Adams song), without being screechy (a trait of hardcore rockers). You’re not the lead singer from Live, or, God forbid, Creed. When you sing the damn song, you can actually sing the damn song.
Although none of them really made me ill, there was a time where a migraine came on strong due to one singer. And, I even threw up a little in my mouth.
But, I decided to keep my mouth shit, uh, I mean shut.
After your brain registers the song as familiar, the initial pang in your heart leads down to your core. Your muscles tighten and contract. There is a push and pull. Your stomach leaps inside of you. Up and down, back and forth. Pain becomes irrelevant. You lean forward and hold on, as if you can’t take it anymore.
Kinda feels like cramps.
On this week’s American Idol, popera star, Andrea Bocelli, and überproducer (as well as executive producer of my debut album, plus BFF), David Foster, were the featured guests, with the theme being love songs.
The singers sang their hearts out, but only a few of them made us feel sick...
McPhee – I have nothing. You may have nothing after you’re in the bottom three this week. No one has ever sung this song well on AI (only Jenny the Hud came close). Your smugness got the best of you, and your performance was all over the place. Why didn’t you sing Paris’ song?.
Yamin – A song for you. It gave me chills, without being the sobbing mess that Paula Abdul made herself to be (get the woman a roll of Bounty). Great performance. Ooh.
Pickler – Unchained melody. Made my hair stand on end, in the bad way. You wanted to recreate the pottery scene in Ghost? You better stay out of throwing distance, 'cause there will be some mud flying your way. And, what really ticks me off is she will be in the competition for another few weeks, right up until the end.
Bennett – The way we were. It’s supposed to be a song about longing, not a song about needing. You may be the strongest female singer in the competition, but this song was oversung. You should’ve sung Katherine’s song.
Hicks – Just once. Strange how you sound like James Ingram… and Joe Cocker and Rob Seger, and… But, James Ingram can actually sing the song in tune and not have it meander all over the map. Love the velvet jacket with the satin trim. Does it come in a 36 long?
Daughtry – Have you ever really loved a woman? It was surprisingly sexy (for a Bryan Adams song), without being screechy (a trait of hardcore rockers). You’re not the lead singer from Live, or, God forbid, Creed. When you sing the damn song, you can actually sing the damn song.
Although none of them really made me ill, there was a time where a migraine came on strong due to one singer. And, I even threw up a little in my mouth.
But, I decided to keep my mouth shit, uh, I mean shut.
Authored by S at 12:00 am
6 Comments:
Yeah, last night was a fiasco compared to the previous week's show. Pickler HAS to go. But she won't.
Damn her.
Whenever she does her ditz routine, I wanna throw the remote at the TV.
I don't understand the appeal of stupid people.
Ok, she finally got booted off, and the world sighed in relief.
But, Katherine being in the top two? She got more votes than Elliot?
Come on, people.
Thank God the Pickle is gone. I didn't see it, but i heard the good news.
And I did a little dance.
Thanks for the update on AI. I agree as usual. You didn't mention anything about Mcphee's dirty pillows showing.
Yay, Pickler's gone.
oh men! I hate when someone become sentimental when he/she listen a song that bring the momery of one old love or someone special, this make feel sick! I hate tender things.
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