I am a closet channel surfer.
I freely admit to duplicity here - I openly complain when someone else is holding the remote and looking around at the satellite memo, but WHEN I AM ALONE, I jump from "Whose Line Is It Anyway" to the National Geographic special "Who Was Jesus and Was He Gay?" and to Sirius Radio baby-boomer rock and roll.
And while I do not claim to have anything even resembling perfect pitch, the two acts I caught were, to put it politely, AGONIZING with their varying pitches, desperate attempts to follow each other while doing choreography and smiling brilliantly at the camera.
Okay, so I can't do, but I know too many people who can sing a capella well that it seems a shame to be spending an hour of prime-time television on people who can't.
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